ONCE AGAIN, I do not own batman or any of its related characters (cept. characters such as Dr. Breck, he's mine, miiiiine I say…) ahem , Anywhosits:
ON WIF PART TWO!!!
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The night was a restless one for Joker. Earlier that day, what Edward said…what did he mean by that…were they going to perform some more tests on him? Electric shock therapy? They had tried that on him before, Hell he had the scars on his arms to prove it. Solitary confinement? Tried that too, all it did was give him more time to think and plan, it was actually quite enjoyable. More pills to shove down his throat, more toxins, and liquids, antidotes to funnel into his mouth or injections to perforate into his skin? Perhaps….but he would survive it, he would trudge through it, he was strong, he was wise, and he would overcome.
The next morning, no one came to wake him at 5 am like usual. Instead, oddly, he found himself waking with the suns rays dancing on his face. Getting up, he looked at the clock on his cell wall; 9:00 am. Thinking, hoping perhaps, there was another breakout-slaughter in Arkham, he went to peek through his doors peep hole. His guard was gone, yes, but Croc's (who was right across the hall from him) was not. Joker leaned so far into his peep hole, looking for any sign of anything unusual, that his hooked nose literally poked right out the hole…startling him when his cell door abruptly opened.
"HEY! KNOCK...ooooo…" Joker caught himself in mid-scream when he saw Arkham Jr. and several guards behind the door way, "Lemme guess," Joker said with a cocky tone, "They're coming to take me away?"
"Heh, clever Mr. Joker…no, actually, its time for your check up," Arkham turned aside to let the guards grab a hold of his wrist chains and arms. Down the hall he was lead, past the rest of his collogues cells and a few of the less deranged, who gawked at him as though he was Satan himself.
The further they went down the hall, the lighter and friendlier things seemed. The walls colors were fresher and brighter, there were also more people, some in suits, some in casual clothes, more nurses and doctors than were he was kept. And, of course, more stares and whispers of "that's him…that's the joker!" which, of course, only made his smile bigger and more smug. At last, they came to a door with bronze letters that said "anatomical lab".
"Ooooo…shnazzy", Joker cooed as the guards lead him in to the room. It was vast; the walls were a brilliant baby blue, the floors of course covered with a creamy tile, and all around were vials, burners, books, cabinets, charts, syringes and the like. It looked much like a normal doctor's office, only with a slight difference. In the far off corner, there was what looked like, a cubicle. On one side was a door with a padlock, aside from that, there appeared no other entrance. Then, there on the left side of the room next to the examination bed, was Dr. Breck.
"Please please gentlemen, take those chains off Mr. Napier, he's not an animal is he?" Breck gestured to the guards, who then began to take the clasps off Joker. After that, they awaited Breck's dismissal, and with that, they left. Then, it was just two.
"Some might have a contradiction with ya Doc., im not exactly the most loved creature in this building ya know." Joker said placing his hands on his sides.
"Ah yes, but in this case, let's put that aside Mr. Napier"
"Put aside the fact that at this very moment I could disembowel you with the tweezers on the counter over there and no one would stop me?"
"In such care, Mr. Napier, the camera's above your head and mine would catch it, aside from that there's also the flock of people out there in your way…would you kill them all with your bare hands?"
"I could try….Nothing wrong with effort is there?"
"I hardly see you trying such a foolish act Mr. Napier…."
"AH! But that's what I am, isn't it? A Fool?" Joker then hoped up on the examination bed, "Besides your right, must've spent all night going over my Box o'thoughts to come to that conclusion, huh Doc.?" Joker then proceeded with his usual fit of giggles and multiple childish kicks in the air.
"Interesting you know about your own file Mr. Napier…" Breck concluded. The joker then turned to Breck, the smile turned into an irritated sneer.
"Would you quit calling me by that name? It's not my name!" He said while pounding his fist into the bed as Breck was picking up a chart.
"Jack Napier is not your name?" Breck replied, scribbling on the pad. Joker turned his attention from Breck to the clipboard, then back again.
"No…its not…Hell I don't even know what it is…doesn't your lil'handy dandy note book have that written down somewhere?" Joker questioned while leaning back against the wall near the bed.
"Ah yes…yes I clearly forgot…I apologize Mr.…well, Mr. Joker. Now, if you could please change from your cell clothes into the nightgown please? I need to run a few tests on you…" Breck, his attention completely focused on his clip board. Joker raised an eyebrow at Breck, who was not paying attention to Joker's clever expression.
"You expect me to get down to my skivvies with you looking in my direction? I may be crazed, but a man deserves his privacy!!" Joker turned the gown away.
"Very well….just remember, the cameras will be watching you…don't try anything…'funny;" Breck finished while turning his back. Joker looked up to the cameras as he went for the gown.
"Ooooo, you naughty boys", Joker cooed as he looked slyly at the camera, his shirt removed and his index finger wagging at his audience. Breck really didn't want Joker out of his cell clothes for medical purposes, mostly just for his own sanitary intention…they reeked. The cells were rarely washed, especially the special wards. For some unknown reason, the guards and nurses were afraid to clean them…most likely more afraid of the inmates inside them then the rooms themselves…who knows.
Breck turned around to the now gown-cloaked joker, sitting patiently on the bed, twiddling his thumbs like a child, his overgrown hair nearly covering his eyes.
"Ah, good, now please, go stand over there on the scale." Joker literally hoped off the bed and waltzed over to the scale, strangely obediently. Height: 6'5, weight: 182. Breck scribbled all this on his pad.
"Seems you've lost quite a bit of weight since your last appointment, Mr. Joker" Breck commented.
"Must be that Adkins diet Doc, works a peach!" Joker winked at Breck with a smug grin. Breck continued to scribble in his pad, until he felt a tug on the board. He looked up and soon found himself hovering inches above the floor, Joker had his by the collar, his eyes searing into Breck's like hot coals.
"Listen, I know this isn't my usual health check up Doc…something's going on upstairs…now spill or I will gut you…only reason I'm being nice to you is cuz I like you, you remind me of a Doc. who use to work here…nice gal by the way, but I digress…why this, and why now?", mere seconds later, the previous guards barged into the room, and restrained Joker onto the bed. Breck straightened his coat and walked over to Joker, who was now thrashing about to get loose.
"Just a rehabilitation experiment Mr. Joker…I was hoping for this to all be a comfortable, casual experience for you…but apparently you've taken that kindness for granted…now please…guards, hold him steady" Breck went into his coat pocket and took out an empty syringe, "This'll only take a moment."
One of the guards took hold of Joker's chalk white left arm and tightly held it out for Breck. With the pressure from the guards hand tightly wrapped around Joker's bicep, Breck quickly drew some of his blood from an eager vein. Done, Breck retreated to the back of the room, while the guards kept Joker's straining and rebelling body held to the table.
"Would you so kindly show Mr. Joker to his new room gentlemen?" Breck said, his back turned from the action taking place behind him. Hurriedly, the guards picked up Joker by his arms and began tugging him towards the cubicle in the corner of the room.
"Wait…DON'T PUT ME IN THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Joker screamed as the guards shoved him in the small room.
"Progress, Mr. Joker, I'm simply hoping for progress" Breck replied, and with that….Joker fell into darkness.
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