It's your turn again, Dougie boy..."

Sweat trailed down the side of the guards face, running along his chin and dripping onto the front of the once pristine uniform. It was already soaked...like someone had carelessly tripped and spilt their drink all over him.

It was hard to breathe anymore... The lump that had formed grew in size with every passing dreadful moment, slowly cutting off the passage of his airway. It almost felt as if the white haired maniac sitting across from him was coiling those disgustingly long fingers around his throat, gradually increasing the pressure as he strangled him to death...Taking his sweet time and dragging out the inevitable, enjoying and thriving off of every second of torture he was able to inflict...

"Well?" Tally Man's wide pointed smile and crazed red eyes were enough to make someone's blood run cold on their own...but it was the things he did that truly made him a monster among men.

"Hey, what're you waiting for? We don't have all night... Well actually, I guess we do. Hahaha!" Shark leaned forward over Doug, slapping his hands onto each side of his shoulders. Wincing at the harsh grip, the guard let out a shuddered breath. He wasn't sure if he was more afraid of doing what they said or not doing it all. Either way, he was royally screwed...

Swallowing hard, Doug gave a side glance towards the chair next to him. It was occupied by the morbidly obese Humpty, who was sitting there quietly trying to piece back together Jay's drawing that Shark had torn to pieces.

"I think this is of Mr. Cash..." The large man smiled, licking his thin lips as he held a piece of the shredded paper between his pudgy fingers, finding the spot the part belonged to.

"W-Why are you doing this? It's not like we treated you guys bad or anything!" This wasn't right, none of it was.

Glancing down towards the boots planted on the floor, the guard trembled closing his eyes tightly as blood pooled beneath the chair. He couldn't look... Seeing the blonde's wide-eyed face would forever be etched into the back of his mind. The terror stricken expression, the bullet hole in his skull and burn marks around it from when the trigger had been pulled...

When the two inmates had given them an offer between dying or playing a game, the guards knew both options went hand in hand. None of them played "games" that didn't involve someone getting killed or maimed.

"Tell that to the singe marks on my temples! I'm just here to collect your debts... Burns for burns!" Leaning forward, close enough the hitman's hot breath washed over the brunette's prickling skin, Tally Man let out a loud cackle, sending shivers down his spine.

"You wanna know why I'm doing this?" Nudging the gun between them closer with a long pale finger, the grip tightened on Doug's shoulder, pushing his chest roughly into the side of the desk. "It's because I enjoy seeing your fear...Tasting your agony... Watching the life leave a person's eyes as their pupils get so tiny, all you can see is the whites in them... Hahaha! Isn't that right, Shark?"

The disfigured man above Doug smiled manically, baring the sharp teeth that had been filed to resemble a sharks and breathing hard where his nose used to be. To think that he used to look like a normal human being...It was hard to believe. After being locked in Mr. Freeze's old cell by Jane Doe, his hair, nose, and skin had gotten frost bite and broke off...leaving the once sane wealthy business man into a broken shell of his former self. That's when the insanity set in...when there's nowhere else to turn, it creeps up and swallows its victims whole.

Body and soul.

"You bet...Now hurry up and take the gun or I'll just unload the rest right into your head. At least if you play along, there's a chance Tally here will bite the bullet instead of you."

Shaking like a leaf, Doug slowly reached forward, using every will left in him not to shed a tear. Not to give these psychos the satisfaction of seeing how truly scared he was... This wasn't how anyone should go out. Playing Russian Roulette with men who loved to drink in others pain, got off on it.

'I...don't want to die...'

Clasping his hand around the gun, the brunette's fingers trembled as he pulled his arm back. The only thing stopping him from just firing at the man across from him was the weapon that was pointing at the back of his head. Shark raised it every time it was his turn, ensuring a "fair" game between them. The only thing he could hope for was that the single bullet in the chamber would be meant for the white haired sadist smiling at him. Even then, would that stop the gun behind him from firing as well?

Placing the weapon against his temple, Doug sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to think about how it looked when the bullet pierced Jay's skull...how the blood splattered everywhere. The desk, the floor, on him... Maybe it would be better this way. If it was quick, they wouldn't have more time to come up with something even more terrible to do to him.

Heart pounding to a deafening rhythm in his chest, it was almost loud enough to block out the men's laughter...almost. This wasn't the last thing he wanted to hear if this was it. Hopefully the blast would drown them out.

Closing his eyes and wrapping an index finger around the trigger, the brunette repeated a small prayer he's done about half a dozen times already tonight.

'God, please just let it be quick...painless if you really are listening...'

Bang.


Hearing the beep coming from outside of the cell, Sakura sat up quickly in bed. This aura was familiar, knew exactly who it belonged to. Dark, full of lust and anger...

Closing her eyes, the pinkette tried to clear her mind, concentrating to control the chakra that was being disrupted. It was mind over matter. Taking in a deep breath and sending the flow to her arms, a hiss left her lips as she flexed the muscles tight against the restraints. This wouldn't be any fun like this. Even being much stronger than the man at the door, why should there be any handicap if he has enough balls to come here?

The thick sleeves and jacket were being pushed beyond its limits, created in mind to resist the frantic clawing and flailing a human was capable of in a frantic frenzy. It didn't take much for the buckles and straps to pop off and give way under the force, a metal piece from the back shot off and ricocheted against the wall. In seconds, the straight jacket tore down the middle, using the strength her talents had granted to free herself.

'He's coming in...'

Grabbing the shiny fabric clinging to the pale skin along her wrists, Sakura yanked on them hard, not caring any longer about keeping up appearances for the staff. If they weren't able to keep up their end and keep anyone safe, what did it matter if she didn't? The gloves could always be put back on later, but the straight jacket...an excuse already formed in the back of her head for that.

Peeling the gloves from her dainty hands, the pinkette quickly shoved them in the pocket of the orange jumpsuit for later. A smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips, feeling the flow of chakra stabilize, spreading throughout the channels without disruption.

Rolling her wrists around, the door slowly opened, a sliver of light from the hall breaking into the dark cell. A grimace passed over the pretty features of her face, annoyed at the intrusion. It wasn't the clown, but the man on the other side would pay dearly for the interruption. After that...

'I'm going to kick his ass...This is all his fault, I just know it.'

Standing up on the small bed, Sakura looked up towards the ceiling as an idea formed. If someone wanted to try to pull a fast one on a woman who was sleeping, they would get just what they deserved. This man was a complete pig anyway...

'Haven't done this in a while...'

Jumping high up off the bed, she sent chakra to the soles of her feet as they hit the ceiling, gluing the pinkette to the smooth surface. No one would expect someone to be hanging upside down like this, giving the element of surprise. A grin spread across the kunoichi's lips as they curled up, crouching down and silently padding across the short expanse of the room.

Looking down with a groan, Sakura realized how much her hair had grown since being in the asylum. Even back in Konoha, it never reached even close to this length. It would have just gotten in the way during missions and been an unnecessary hassle...

With a huff, she grabbed ahold of the long pink strands hanging down, trying to tuck it into the back of the jumpsuit. No reason to give anyone a chance at yanking it or to notice before making a move. Shuffling into the corner behind the entrance, the shadows swallowed her up as the man pushed the door all the way open, lighting up part of the dark, dingy cell.

A large tan hulking figure with long black braids peeked in, looking towards the bed that had been occupied. A confused look spread across his face, eyes narrowing trying to make out the small mound on the mattress. It was just the pillow shoved under a sheet, done in haste.

'It's Moxley...Fucking dirtbag.'

This man had been committed to the asylum for the disgustingly violent murders of young women throughout Gotham. Beating and raping the girls after torturing them for days, just to dismember the victims and keep them beneath the crawl space under his home. It was assumed from how gruesome the acts were, that there was no way this man was sane and he'd been sent to Arkham after a stint in Blackgate.

Harold had talked about him before during one of their many conversations. It was a great way of knowing who and what was in this building. The guard never held back, feeding all kinds of information as he ranted and complained about bringing in the transfers from the infamous prison.

'Does he think he can get me? Hahaha! What a moron...'

Placing dainty hands against the ceiling as Moxley walked towards the bed, she pushed off the surface to lunge at the killer, to take him by surprise.

As he reached the end of the bed, a leg swung at his thick neck, sending him flying against the wall of the cell.

"Argh!" The body smashed its to surface, cracking the wall as the man fell to the ground in a limp heap, smacking his face on the floor.

"Hahaha! Still got it!" Landing onto her feet gracefully, the pinkette let a sneer play across her face, eyeing up the large indent left behind from the force of the kick. That's exactly what that bastard gets for thinking he can break into her cell and do God knows what. From the bloodlust practically seeping through his pores, not to mention the things he's said before when passing in the hallway with the guards... There was no doubt he was going to try raping and tearing her apart.

No way in hell that was going to happen... If someone was going to kill her, it would have been easier to let the clown do it. At least he wouldn't degrade her in such a disgusting way before ending it.

"Oh man..." Staring at the huge cracks in the wall, it just dawned on her that she was going to have to explain to the staff what happened. Would they buy it if she said it was just from a kick and not from taking the gloves off? The first part was actually true...

A large hand wrapped around her ankle as the man grunted on the floor, blood trickling down his furious face from the hit that split his thick skin. Gritting his teeth with an angry fire in those large dark eyes, nails bit into the soft pale flesh they dug into.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Looking down at the large figure glaring, a bored expression passed across her pretty face as she let out a drawn out sigh, sending the man reeling. These people never learn... It doesn't matter how big or muscular a body is, that doesn't mean anything. If anything, the greater the mass and weight, the slower they really are. People in this world didn't have chakra to overcome that problem and this man wasn't a meta human either. Just an oversized, lust-driven murderer who enjoys torturing weak and defenseless women...

'Unfortunately for him, I'm neither...'

"You little bitch!" Growling out, Moxley squeezed her ankle in a crushing grip, knocking the small woman off balance as he jumped up. Using all the strength in his large body as the enormous muscles flexed against the thick skin covering them, he swung her towards the wall, smashing her against it with no remorse.

"Hahaha!" Laughing as she fell to the floor, the dark haired man stalked over towards the pinkette and crouched down, black eyes dancing over the fallen form. "Tough whore, huh? You have a pretty nasty kick for something so small... At the end of the day, a woman is just a woman."

Grabbing the orange fabric against her hips, he gripped them harshly, pulling the limp body closer to him. Seeing no reaction from the woman, he assumed the force must have knocked her out. No one besides him could take a blow to the head like that.

"Mmm... You really are a beauty, ya know that? This is gonna be fun..." Licking his lips, the only thing that would have made this better would be having a knife. His hands would be enough though. After all, it's what he usually used on the spur of the moment when finding a woman he wanted to keep. Blades weren't always so easily accessible, especially in a place like this.

Reaching forward to take the zipper between his fingers at the top of the orange jumpsuit, he stopped to debate whether just ripping the fabric open with his hands or not. That might make this more exciting, like tearing into a present on Christmas Day, which was coming up soon.

"Heheh. Never thought I'd find something like this in Arkham. What a surprise..."

"You done?" Green eyes popped open as Moxley craned his neck back, brows furrowing in confusion as he hovered over the pinkette. A sneer twisted her face as a knee came up, crashing into his junk and knocking him over.

"Oh my GOD!" Screaming out at the searing pain, hands clutched his groin desperately, falling over onto the floor as a foot nudged him off of her. Black eyes wide in shock, harsh gasps forced its way from his throat as tremors racked the large body coiling up on itself.

"Hahaha! How do you like that pervert? Won't be using that anytime soon...Your balls might be in there stomach after that." Standing up off the floor and dusting off the front of the orange jumpsuit, Sakura cocked her head to the side as Moxley writhed on the floor. It's what he deserved for the things he's done and was about to do.

To think the moron really thought he knocked her out... It would have been hard keeping a straight face if it hadn't been practiced so many times. He was only able to grab and throw her because she let him, just to see what he would do before acting. There was no doubt that this man truly was irredeemable. A wild animal that needed to be put down, no second chances. Not that he deserved one anyway. It wasn't like he gave any of those women any mercy or a chance to survive, using his strength and large body to what whatever he pleased with them.

Crouching down next to him, she smiled sweetly as he panted, watery eyes squeezed shut tightly.

'Dirty rapist...I should rip it off and shove it down his throat...or up his ass.'

"You know, Moxley... If they are in your stomach, I am a medic. I might be able to help you with that." Holding her hand up, a green glow formed around the pale skin, emanating light as he barely was able to force his eyes open at the gentle voice.

Seeing the thin fingers straighten out together as the glow moved into the shape of a blade, he started freaking out, trying to shuffle back away from her as he closed his legs around the hands guarding the damaged privates.

"No! Stay the fuck away from me you crazy bitch!" Panic stricken, he kicked against the floor, pushing away from the pinkette and dragging himself towards the wall.

Standing up and sticking her bottom lip out in a pout, Sakura's brows furrowed watching the large killer loosing the fire he had just moments ago. How easy it was to take from other people...pride, control, power. There was none of it coming from the man cowering away from her.

"I'm a crazy bitch? I was just trying to help... How do you expect to rape anyone with your dick like that? I know it has to hurt, doesn't it?" Green eyes narrowed as she spoke, not feeling even the slightest bit of remorse for this animal. He would have raped and killed her without a second thought, why else would he have come here? It sure as hell wasn't to let her out...

Walking towards Moxley, annoyance egged her on seeing the damage done to the wall from both of them. Now the staff was going to complain... It was all his fault. If they would have just left her alone, she would have stayed in bed contemplating what happened earlier instead of them forcing her hand.

"Unfortunately for you, I have an appointment after this and I don't want to be late..." Standing over the man as he screamed and held his hands up, the scalpel made of chakra came down, swiping at his neck before he could try to block it. Even if he did, all that would happen was fingers flying everywhere. Extra mess.

Black eyes widened as he clutched his throat, blood leaked through his fingers, running over his hands and neck. The top of the orange jumpsuit he wore turned dark as it soaked up the fluid.

A strangled noise came from his open mouth as more blood leaked from the sides, trailing his chin. Feet kicked frantically as his airway getting cut off, filling up and draining through the incision the medic made.

"You won't die right away... I made sure of that. You'll suffer for a little bit, not too long. Maybe just enough to contemplate the shitty things you've done to innocent people. You think because you're big and strong you can do whatever you want...but there's always someone worse." Squatting down beside him, dainty fingers danced along her chin as she snapped her fingers to get his attention.

"Isn't it hilarious? You spent your life torturing and murdering women...just to be killed by one. A small, pink haired chick at that! You're so pathetic." Reaching down the pocket of his jumpsuit as his body jerked back and forth, a grimace twisted her face even getting this close to him. Feeling the plastic, her fingers grasped the keycard and yanked it out quickly, not wanting him to get blood on her. The chances of getting a shower in the next 24 hours were pretty slim at this point.

"Hahh... Well, thanks. I'll be taking this, don't want it getting into the wrong hands." Smacking the card against her fingers, the pinkette stood up and turned away. There was no need to sit there and watch him die, it was guaranteed. If she chose to, she could have healed his neck, saved his life. Someone like that didn't deserve it. All it would do was give a monster like that another chance to hurt more people.

Without looking back, Sakura padded across the smooth floor and out the open door of her cell. What was going on in this building was utter chaos and there wasn't a single doubt about who caused it. It was in his nature...

Part of the pinkette didn't want to care, had seen more than enough to know what the people in he asylum were all about. Had been here when the riot broke out the night Amadeus died after completely losing his mind.

It just... After everything that happened in the shinobi world, part of her was tired of seeing the never ending violence and continuous death surrounding humanity. Life seemed so short as it was and people made sure it didn't reach its own end, always killing and hurting each other. Did it ever end?

'No...never. It will never end. That's human nature, to destroy everything around it.' This city was a cesspool of the worst side of humanity. Committing every kind of crime known to man, raping, killing, stealing, tearing everything down. There was barely any sign of nature in throughout most of what she'd seen in Gotham. No lakes or forests, nothing peaceful to sit back and enjoy. It was all large concrete buildings and "cars" spreading pollution everywhere. Nothing like in the shinobi world where nature was all around you...

'I miss it so much... Even the air here is dirty...'

The only thing Sakura hoped for with all her being was that there would be some way of making it back there before she lost any more of herself in this god forsaken place.

Seeing Moxley and knowing his intentions had reminded the pinkette of all she really had left of her in this world. So much felt like it had been taken away... Freedom, choices, so many emotions that just seemed to be gone or hidden away...and yet, there were still things left that she clung to desperately.

Sanity was something she couldn't afford to lose. Not in this place. If the Shinobi War, the battle against Madara and sealing Kaguya hadn't taken it, there was nothing in this dimension that could. Right?

Walking down the dimly lit hall, she could feel the havoc that was being cause throughout the building from all the way up here. All over a few keycards... It was almost funny.

'I'm sure he thinks this is hilarious...'

This was right up Joker's alley. Causing trouble without a single care of the consequences or what would happen after this. If he thought the shock treatments from Dr. Arkham were bad, she could only imagine what would happen if they found out he was the one behind this.

"Hahaha... He's really going to get it."

Going pass the guards station, she raised a brow seeing the blood splattered over the white surface and the handprint on the phone. Someone must have tried calling for help and couldn't...

'Sid did this. I felt it earlier... He's the fast one.'

"H-Help..." A quiet voice croaked from behind the counter.

Poking her head around the corner, a man was lying on the floor panting hard. The front of his uniform was soaked, chest shaking with the labored breaths he was trying to take in.

'Come on...' Seeing the pair of scissors protruding from his abdomen, Sakura grimaced at the sight.

'Should I put him out of his misery?...or help him?' The guards were terrible to the patients for the most part. The majority of them deserved half of what was going on, using their positions and the control they had to torment the inmates and do terrible things. She's seen and experienced herself on numerous occasions.

Terry, if she remembered correctly, was a newer addition to the motley crew that ran the asylum. He didn't seem as bad as a lot of the other guards. Hadn't given that lecherous look when taking her down to the shower rooms she was used to... Like John, he seemed fair and treated the inmates more like patients than punching bags.

'He did bring me extra dessert yesterday...'

Staring down at the man on the floor as he choked out a sob, she cocked her head to the side watching him as she internally debated what to do.

Terry's head lulled from one side to the other, dark brown hair that was usually held together in a ponytail strewn all around him, young features twisted in pain but trying to stay calm. He must have known that moving around too much would only make the blood rush out and death would come faster.

'This feels...disgustingly nostalgic.'

Green eyes narrowed in on the guard, an image from three years ago playing out in her mind.

A young man she knew, dying in Naruto's arms after his body had been pierced by a large wooden stake... Like so many others who fell on the battlefield. Throwing himself in front of the one's he loved and taking control of his own fate.

'Neji... This man reminds me of him.' There were stark differences, especially in the eyes. No one in this world would have those light eyes that looked blind, but more than anyone could ever imagine.

A lump formed in Sakura's throat as her hands shook, gripping the orange sleeves tightly between her fingers. She hated this feeling. The pinkette didn't want to be reminded of what happened. Of all the people who had died and were taken away or how powerless she felt to do anything about it. The ability she worked tirelessly over years to build had been able to prolong life, to heal the human body, but hadn't been enough to stop the violent onslaught.

"Goddammit!" Moving around the counter, she crouched down next to the man and rolled up the sleeves of her jumpsuit. She couldn't stop what had happened, but that didn't mean her efforts were useless. This person didn't deserve what happened, not like this. He wasn't a bad man...shouldn't have to die a dog's death all alone if there was something she could do about it.

Despite spending the last three years in this world and in the asylum, she'd lost quite a few things. However, they couldn't change the fact that she was a medic through and through, nor make her lose the last bit of humanity left in her.

"Shh... It's going to be okay. Try to steady your breathing..." Sending chakra through her hands and into the body on the floor, she listened as he tried to follow her directions. It was surprising that he was still conscious after what happened.

Grasping the handle of the scissors, the pinkette pulled them out fast as she raised the flow of chakra to the area to stop the bleeding before too much was lost from him lying here like this. It wouldn't take long to mend and fix the damage that had been done internally, but he would still need to rest after this.

"Listen to me, Ne-Terry...I'm going to heal you, but don't get up for a while, even if you think you feel fine. I'm going to lock you in the one of the empty cells, so try not to draw attention to yourself, okay?" Staring down at the guard, his eyes were blinking rapidly as a groan came out. It was louder than the whispered words from moments ago, which was a good sign. He would be fine, thank to her intervention.

"Y...Yeah..Thank you.." Blue eyes trailed to her face and she almost had to look away, not being able to concentrate. It was distracting and she didn't want to think of Neji anymore...or anything else from that time. It was hard...missing something you would might never see or experience again.

"Sure. Don't mention it..." A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she she felt his body stabilizing under her touch.

"Seriously though... Don't mention it or I will kill you."


"That's better. Sorry, Harry...not a, ah, big fan of wearing pig skins."

Joker grinned, pulling up the zipper of his orange jumpsuit. Despite having done it on numerous occasions, he never liked wearing uniforms from people of authority, whether it was police officers or guards. It was useful...hilarious when someone realized what was going on, but by then it was usually too late.

'Nothing like having a good disguise...'

Wrapping a large hand around the guard's ankle, the clown drug the body across the floor of his cell and out into the hallway. With all that's going on, no one would have the luxury of paying attention to what he was doing.

"You're lucky I put your clothes back on ya...for the most part. Hahaha!" Just to add insult to injury, Harold could have been found stark naked somewhere, humiliating the guard even further. If he didn't care about how things looked, that's exactly what would have happened. Just thinking about the mortified faces of the staff walking in on a scene like that made him chuckle.

However, Joker had different plans. If the guards were found naked or without their uniforms, that wouldn't fit in with what he was trying to do. It would be obvious what happened, especially with the trend the clown had set a while ago of impersonating personnel. Repeated patterns were boring...stagnant. Becoming predictable is when someone should realize they're losing their edge.

Nope. He refused to be predictable...

Dragging Harold behind him, the Clown Prince walked down the hall towards one of the empty cells. Whistling a circus themed tune, dark eyes glanced around as his ears perked up, hearing the screams coming from the block over.

'Someone's having fun...'

Normally, there would be nothing stopping him from joining in...fulfilling the urges that drove the actions that made him a "monster" from what everyone said. There were very few things set his heart ablaze like seeing the fear and panic one people's faces as he toyed with them, played his little games.

It would be expected for someone like him to tear the asylum apart, set things on fire, roam the halls while maiming or killing some of the guards... No one would believe that the inmates had gotten out and the Joker didn't either orchestrate the break out or was a part of it.

He refused to be predictable... Even if it was partially true that it was his doing. Unless someone saw him or they had it on camera, there was no proof. That wouldn't happen, he made sure of that.

This wasn't his night. Nope... That wasn't here just yet. After all, this was just a little game to shake things up, see how the staff and head reacted in response. There was still so much more to be done before that happens and new ideas were popping in his head everyday.

Now the Joker had a new project he needed to work on and that involved staying longer than intended. If he left now, it would be a missed opportunity of a lifetime.

'The witch...'

Walking out of the asylum would be a piece of cake at the moment, with the guards having their hands full of the chaos going on in the other blocks. He could easily slip out, especially when wearing Harold's uniform earlier. Problem was...if he left now, there was no doubt it would be empty handed. Even if he left with what he originally came for, now it would feel the same as gaining nothing at this point.

"Tch." Yanking the body into the open cell, the man who had been occupying it was long gone now. It didn't matter where he was currently, the guards would have him back in here in no time.

Tossing Harold onto the floor, the clown used his foot to kick him under the small bed, carefully hidden from anyone's apparent view. It wouldn't do to have his death pointed at him so early on. Seeing everyone squirm was worth giving up the rights to boast of the murder. The only one who knew about it was Sakura and she wouldn't say anything. They had an understanding...of sorts.

Stepping back, no one could really tell there was a corpse lying beneath the bed. Just as he knew it would. The corners of his mouth curled up as he turned away, finished with disposing of the two guards from his own cell.

This was enough for tonight... No need to get greedy just yet. Now, he could just sit in his cell and listen to all the mayhem going on throughout the building and laugh to himself. Eventually the sleeping gas would filter through the building and whoever was out of their cells would be caught, while Jerry lost his wig at the loss of control.

Joker would be sitting in his cell when that happened, acting completely shocked at what had unfolded and the missed opportunity to have a good time.

"HAHAHAWOOHAHAAA!" Laughing manically and turning on his heel, the clown left the cell. This had turned out to be a good night after all.. He felt more like his good old self than in the last few weeks.

Going out into the hall, he couldn't stop chuckling on the way back to his cell. Just imagining the faces of the doctors when everything calmed down was thrilling. So afraid and confused... If only he could see Jerry's expression when he realized his precious asylum was turned into a hell hole while he was gone.

Reaching the open door of his cell, the clown froze noticing something in the corner of his eye in the hall... Something that didn't belong there, not anymore.

Spinning around, dark eyes widened in disbelief, not sure if he trusted his own sight anymore or if it was a hallucination.

'What the...no way...'

The witch was walking down the hall...hanging upside down from the ceiling, dragging someone by their ankle.

Shaking his head, Joker blinked a few times waiting to come back to his senses as the side of his mouth quirked up. Was this another freaky dream? Or was Sakura really walking across the ceiling so...casually?

It felt like looking into one of those topsy turvey mirrors in a fun house...or doing acid. Smacking the side of his head to make sure he was definitely awake, there was no doubt about it.

'Okay...more surprises. Interesting!'

This chick was definitely a woman of many talents...and she looked pissed.

"What a surprise! Didn't think I'd see my bunny twice in-" Joker didn't even get to finish his sentence as Sakura threw the body she was dragging along straight at him, sending them crashing onto the floor.


"You son of a bitch!" Sakura felt like snapping the clown in half. Coming down the hall, she knew exactly what he was planning as he tried slipping back into his own cell. He was already back in his orange jumpsuit, even though he'd just been wearing Harold's uniform when he came to see her.

'That bastard...' The clown was planning on causing such a ruckus then sitting in his cell and watching everything unfold from a front row seat. That way when things came to a head and there was a crackdown, he wouldn't face any repercussions or be blamed for what happened. He could sit there on his ass with a grin as the staff tried to get order and watch the ones who'd been running around be punished.

If anything, Joker would more than likely be praised by Harleen for not joining in and would get more leeway and privileges that would come in handy for whatever he was really planning. How cunning...this was all just to test the asylum and their reactions, but there was probably more to it. She could just feel it.

In the end, everything was just all a game to him. How...interesting.

Shoving the body off of him and kicking it to the side, the clown sat up. Leaning back on his hands, acting casual and grinning up at her.

"Did, ah, my little bunny miss me that much? Came all the way down here just to see me? Hahaha!" Gritting her teeth, the raucous laughter coming from the man on the floor was biting at her nerves.

Pushing off from the ceiling, she landed on his chest hard, knocking the air from his lungs.

"Don't call me your "little bunny"... Do you know how much trouble you caused?" Biting out the words, the urge to punch him was so tempting. Even though it most likely hadn't been intended, his actions allowed for a serial rapist to get into her cell and after finding Terry on the floor, brought back unwanted memories.

Coughing and sputtering as he gulped for air, Joker regained his composure quickly. Breathing hard, a malicious grin plastered itself on his face as she straddled his chest, glaring down at him.

"Why don't you scoot up a bit, then we can talk? Hmm?"

Sakura's face turned a pretty shade of pink as a horrified expression filtered over it, realizing what he meant. A hand cracked against the side of his cheek, only to be followed by more laughter.

"You're such a pig!" Standing up and getting off of him, she turned away to get her face and emotions under control. There was no way she could let him get under her skin, he knew saying that would throw her off as he tried getting the upper hand even from below...and it worked. The question had embarrassed her, especially because it came out of left field.

'I should have seen that coming...'

Without turning back to him, she could see him getting up out of the corner of her eye. Remembering that she had just kissed him an hour ago, she tried to push the image away, not wanting to give him an edge to provoke even more out of her.

"Aww.. What's wrong? You, ah, don't like my handiwork? Thought you of all people would appreciate it." The vein in her forehead throbbed, hearing the pride and amusement in his voice. "Looks like you got that straighjacket and the gloves off all on your own, hmm?"

Whirling around to face him, she wanted to wipe the smug look off his face as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest.

"Didn't have much of a choice. You're little stunt left my block in a complete mess! Handing out those keycards was a stupid idea. I had a serial rapist break into my cell because of your 'little fun". Hope you're happy..."

Sakura inwardly grinned watching the clown staring down at her, wanting to see what kind of reaction he'd have. This is what he enjoyed, right?

For a moment, even though he had tried to control his expression, the clown's grin faltered as something passed through his features. The corner of his mouth twitched hard, dark eyes becoming indecipherable as they stared at her. The bloodlust that hadn't been present spiked violently, then dissipated as quickly as it came. It was fast, but her keen eyes picked up on the sudden change in his face and aura as he put his mask back on, concealing his thoughts and emotions. Everything became scrabbled for a second before going back into place.

'Interesting...'

"Well, seeing as you're here... I'm sure that wasn't anything a brute like you couldn't handle." Reaching out, his fingers fiddled with the top of her jumpsuit, pulling the zipper up the rest of the way. As soon as she was covered as much as the inmate uniform allowed, a calloused finger poked against her exposed clavicle, finding it strangely interesting as his eyes narrowed in on the offending bone.

Green eyes followed his hands and reactions, noticing the way he was purposely avoiding looking at her face. If she had any less self control, the pinkette would have burst out laughing. He really was hopeless...

"Obviously."

The clown chuckled darkly, pulling away and running his fingers through the dirty blonde mess on his head. She could see the wheels turning in his eyes as his tongue snaked out, running up the length of the long scar along the side of his mouth.

"Ha. So, what did you do with him? Twist him in to a pretzel? Crush him into a fine powder to use as blush? Hmm? What did the sweet little witch do?" He seemed genuinely curious despite the condescending words as he watched her carefully, rubbing his fingers along the jagged marks along his cheeks.

'He's trying to figure me out...and piss me off. Calling me a witch when I told him not to. Another bait to draw more out.'

"You really want to know? I kicked him between the legs and cut his throat." Seeing the way he froze, he must have assumed she wouldn't have been so blunt about it. Probably thought she would give a vague answer or change the subject entirely.

"AHAHAHAHA! That's my girl!" Throwing his head back, a cackle like a hyena's came out of his scarred mouth, startling the pinkette as the obnoxious noise pierced through her ears.

Alarms started blaring throughout the building as both stopped what they were doing to look around.

"Great..." That could only mean one of two things. Cash had arrived and set them off in the main security office or Dr. Arkham was outside and getting ready to put the place on complete lockdown.

Looking at the clown, she shifted her jaw in annoyance at all the trouble his actions were going to cause. Security was going to be tighter than ever and the lax guards that had been working there who were either dead or out of commission would be replaced with new ones. That was never an ideal scenario.

Knowing how the head of the asylum was, everything was going to be stricter, more suffocating than it already was. On top of that, Harold was now dead so he wouldn't be around to vouch for the pinkette or be on her side. Things were about to get a whole lot shittier...all so the Clown Prince could get a laugh.

Clicking her tongue at the grinning man in front of her, the pinkette turned away to head back to J-Block before things got worse.

"Ah-ta-ta-ta... Where ya think you're going? Hmm?" A hand wrapped around her wrist, trying to stop her from leaving.

"Back to my cell. What does it look like?" Narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the clown, she watched him carefully, not knowing what he had up his sleeve.

"I don't think so... The nights still young, sweetheart!" Seeing the smile stretching across his scarred mouth, Sakura didn't know what he had in mind, but it probably wasn't anything good.