I had a hard time writing Joker, he's such a distinctive and chaotic character so I went for the minimalistic approach. I hope you don't mind. As always stay safe and comment!

Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day

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It only takes one inmate to send a message back to Joker I learned as I stood over Waylon watching him feast on the body of one of the six inmates that had once been living. I didn't care too much, I leaned against the wall rubbing at the smeared blood on my hands.

"Don't eat his guts, that's gross." I pointed out and he cackled as he threw the mauled corpse to the side wiping his mouth. I tilted my head as he leaned over me, smearing the blood on my mouth with his thumb as he purred.

"I'm gross. You like it."

I made a face as my tongue darted out to tease his claw and he chuckled as he pulled away from me. It was time to move on as he rolled his shoulders leaving bloody footprints on the concrete floor and I suppose I did as well. The air smelled sickly sweet up ahead and I rubbed at my nose with my wrist.

"What's that smell?"

"That's the plant bitch…rotting pumpkins and flowers an' shit."

I nodded as I repeated his warning. "Don't touch the plants."

Moving through the corridors we were approaching the main entrance because I could see more and more plants bursting through the walls. Some with inmates and guards in their toothed pods, some cracked open and oozing thick viscous sap that reminded me of coagulated blood.

We had to climb a ladder and he went first, pulling me up as we went past a man strapped to a gurney, a guard, his face twisted in agony.

Waylon chuckled and walked around it. "Fuckin' Boles got what he deserved."

I looked back at the corpse then forward once more as the doors to the center opened and we stepped out into the chilly night air. There were fires, I could tell from the smoke, I could taste death in the air as we made our way down the path that would lead to the penitentiary. I could see inmates scurrying here and there and the ones that were guarding the tunnels that led between sections of the island parted quickly as we approached.

Probably more because of Waylon than me.

I hurried to catch up with him and I looked up at the wooden boards being painted to resemble Jokers face. It was a uncanny likeness. Waylon brushed past the guards and into the visiting area, stooping a little in the hallway and I touched the wood walls as he pulled a door off its hinges to get to the inmate transfer area.

I swallowed as I ducked under the door and he did as well, I could smell that sickly sweet smell again, this time it was stronger than ever as I stuck my head around Waylon to peek at what he was looking at.

It was a huge pile of bones and mannequins, at the tippy top was a throne which was empty to my confusion. Waylon stopped me from advancing and stepped forward his large arms crossed over his chest. I turned around to see a pair of men approaching from behind and they stopped when I turned to face them.

"Croc ol' boy! So glad you could make it!" I didn't want to look at the Joker, something about his voice alone made my insides twist into a knot. Something was terribly off about that man and frankly I didn't mind if Waylon ate him.

I didn't pay attention to what they talked about, I really didn't care that much as long as we got to leave soon as I stared down at the two men. They looked very uncomfortable under my stare and I was glad. Finally my appearance was worth something.

Then I felt a tug on my shoulder and Waylon was walking out the way we came and I scampered after him as I asked quietly.

"So….what did he uh say?"

He was silent for a long moment before answering as we exited back out into the great outside.

"He wants a favor." Was all he said and I nodded, rubbing my arms as I was kind of chilly.

A favor for the Clown Prince of Crime.

What could he possibly want?