ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ ɪs ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ
A week passed. I was released from solitary but my room had been moved from the wing with the less dangerous patients to those admitted for more serious reasons. Harleen profusely apologized, saying she had fought it but Taylor went behind her back and to the Warden directly.
Now, I lay awake listening as the patient next door moans from jerking off for the umpteenth time. I turned on my side, plugged my ears just wanting to get some fucking sleep.
Morning came with a nurse bringing my medicine. Wordlessly I took it, then went back to sleep.
At some point during the day I was awoken by Harleen telling me that two orderlies would bring me to meet with the Joker within the hour. I sat on the edge of my bed, hands placed delicately on my thighs as I waited for the people to come.
When the door opened, I was greeted by the sight of batons, something that had never been used with me. I must be famous if they think I'm worth using weapons over.
They escorted me to solitary, the same pissant room I'd been in before. The door closed behind me and I made my way over to the hole in the wall.
"What?" I inquired.
Movement caught my eye and the white face peered in. "Spread the word girly. In — ah week, we're having a party." He saw the silent confusion etched across my face and elaborated, "A riot."
"Oh. How do I–"
He shook his head, green strands flying in all directions. "I really don't care how you do it just get it done."
I clenched my teeth. He was fucking annoying. I did the best mock salute I could do while sitting and gritted out, "Yes sir."