Woop woop chapter four, lots of interesting developments in this one. Hope you enjoy, happy reading!

Late Night Pranksters

"Care to go for a little stroll in the moonlight doll?"

No way in hell, how is it that he escaped out of his cell before I could, this is bullshit. He was in his regular stance of leaning against the bars of the cell doors, only this time it was much, much closer than normal. I wasn't afraid by any means, I knew how to defend myself, and he would do well to know that. His presence however seemed to freeze time, it was so commanding and large; I think that anyone would drown in his shadow, not me though, I would simply step out of it. He looked very much like the cat that got the canary, and the bars helped that metaphor in this scenario.

"You are happy to see me aren't you doll?" One of my eyebrows raised, not unless you're here to let me out, or you have some decent food hidden in the pockets of those pants. I didn't answer him but his grin widened anyway. Glad to know that even in silence I'm the funniest person in the room.

"Do I even want to know how you got out of your cell?" Please do tell that way I don't feel like an idiot for not figuring it out first.

He shook his head with little tsk's "I can't reveal all of my secrets," his hand lifted to show a set of keys dangling from his fingers, what did he do, pickpocket one of the guards, no, he never would have been able to. He moved to the lock on my door, I held my breath until I heard the familiar click, he slid it partially open so as not to cause any unnecessary noise. He leaned his hip against the opening of the door, "oh now don't go silent on me now Scar."

Silence can speak louder than words at times Joker. I stood from my bed but didn't move towards him, his nonexistent eyebrow raised at me, "I don't think that unsupervised walks were included in the brochure." Glad to know that our banter can continue on the way it has been, I would prefer not to walk around on eggshells, and I actually enjoyed our talks, they were amusing at the best of times.

I saw his mouth begin to open to let out a laugh, quickly running over to him I clamped my hand over his lips trying to keep him from getting us caught. Wow, it's as if the cloaked figure of the grim reaper just emerged from the ground to swoop me up and carry me to the other side.His eyes widened then narrowed on to me, he made no move to push my hand away, but then beneath my hand I could feel his lips part, his teeth nipped at my palm, and not in a gentle way.

I snatched my hand away from his mouth at the pain and let it stay by my side, lest it wander to the side of his face in retribution, his grin slowly made its way back onto his face after he licked his lips, that fucking hurt you smug bastard! "Hmm, I have gotta say, you look much, much nicer up close."

I discreetly rubbed my palm against my pants, and noticed that his teeth had left marks, my head cocked to the side at his comment, I'm not meant to be ogled at Joker. "Flattery will only get you so far in the world Joker...now I just want to know if this is a social call or my ticket of freedom?" Please let it be the latter, wait what am I saying? I could just knock his ass out and get out on my own, that doesn't sound like a bad idea actually.

A small growl left his lips, which are incredibly soft I might add, I could tell that he was holding himself back from letting out one if his echoing laughs. "Oh, no….no, no, no, the fun hasn't even started yet Scarlett, you wouldn't want to miss out on it, now would you?"

I gave him a look of disbelief, "Our definitions of fun seem pretty different to me Joker" He growled once more, and gripped my chin between his fingers, his thumb ran back and forth along my bottom lip a couple times, I wanted to pull away but I froze, I don't freeze, I've never froze, what the fuck is this?. The way he was holding me was strange, either it was because coming from someone like him it just wasn't right, or maybe it was strange because it was me.

"Oh the things you could be capable of doll…" I've already figured out what I'm capable of Joker, "I can see it now, and let me tell you...it is very, very exciting to think about, the fun you and I could have." Again, different definitions of fun. He was no longer smiling, but his eyes were like daggers that stabbed every inch of my body, his lips were parted and the silence allowed me to hear his breathing, how is it that heavy breathing is turn on?

Okay Scar let's get out of this situation, now, I grabbed his wrist and pulled my chin out of the grip that he had, "I think I'll take you up on that midnight stroll."

His face showed no expression until he pulled me flush against him, would others ever find themselves in a situation like this or is it just me? The devilish smile was on his face once again. He slowly spun us around as though in a dance until my back was towards the cell door, grabbing my shoulders he turned me to face my freedom, I could feel his lips against my ear, his breath was incredibly warm and it felt nice compared to the coldness of the cell block. "After you my dear," he pushed me out of my cell, not hard enough for me to fall, but it did cause me to stumble forward. Someone obviously didn't teach him any manners as a child.

This is the first time I've been out of my cell without a guard. Joker strolled out of the door like it was the most natural thing in the world, brushing against me as he turned to head down the hall. I quickly caught up with him and walked beside him, constantly glancing backwards just in case any guards made an unwanted appearance, his arm came around my waist and he leaned in towards my ear. "Let's have a little fun, shall we?" His hand gave my waist a semi rough squeeze, pushing me even more into his side.

I nodded my head with a smirk on my face, of course it depends on your definition of fun however. "What kind of fun did you have in mind?"

His arm left my waist and his hands ran through his hair, "it's a surprise."

"I never have been one for surprises," I replied while stretching my arms above my head. While I was still walking he had stopped and stood directly behind me, my biceps were grabbed causing me to stop.

"That'll just have to change doll, every day's a surprise with me." I need a warning to come with that voice, deep, dark, sexy sometimes and terrifying the rest of the time. It speaks of naughty things, possible murder and mutilation. His touch was cold and I regret not grabbing my prison shirt, it would have kept me somewhat warm. I wasn't opposed to his touch surprisingly, and I was never one to be touchy-feely, his hands however just need to be a bit warmer.

He let go of my arms and we walked through a door that led out of the hallway, I'm pretty sure that I was the only one on the lookout for guards at the moment, so far I didn't see any which was strange. You would think that a place that housed the criminally insane would have better patrolling.

"Relax Scar, you're so...tense. However I can think of a few ways to ease that tension...if you think you could handle it of course." His grin was absolutely menacing yet still playful, don't challenge me Joker.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "oh trust me Joker, I think you're the one who couldn't handle it." It's official, I have completely lost my mind, I have gone round the bend, completely bonkers, I am coo coo for cocoa puffs. Here I am standing in front of one of Gotham's most dangerous murderers, but am I behaving like I should, like I've been trained too? No I am flirting with him! Not very subtly either, I am truly an idiot.

Just as he took a step towards me I heard footsteps coming from down the hallway, instinct came in and I quickly grabbed Joker by the top of his pants and pulled him around the corner, out of sight of the oncoming guard. He was pressed between the wall and myself, and the look on his face was as though Christmas came early. His hands rested on the curve of my waist and squeezed tightly before responding.

"You read my mind, I was just thinking that we weren't close enough for my tastes." He let out a silent laugh, at least he acknowledges the fact that there was a guard.

I pushed myself away from him, stop putting yourself in these situations! "I believe that I was promised a fun time Joker." And stop flirting!

He lifted his hand and tilted my chin up to look directly in his eyes, "and I believe that I am a man of my word doll. Now follow me."

I don't follow anyone! Dammit I sound like a child.

After we walked in awkward silence for some time we reached our destination, which was Harley's office. "What are we doing here?"

He held up a finger to his lips while leaning against the door that led to her office. Did he really just shush me?! Then I could hear the sound of running feet coming towards us, shit I should have known that guards would come sooner or later, I reached for his bicep to run away from whoever was approaching, only he wouldn't move.

"What the hell are you doing we have to go?!" I whisper yelled at him, I know you're not dumb Joker why the hell aren't you running. Don't think that I won't leave your ass behind.

Grabbing my arm he pulled me towards him and wrapped an arm around my waist, he had a peaceful grin on his face "calm down kitten."

KITTEN?! "Don't call me kitten, we have to get out of here!" The sound of footsteps stopped, I looked down the hallway to see the outline of a person, it wasn't a guard though, it was a man dressed in a black hoodie and an old man face mask. He swiftly walked towards us, in his hand he held a small rectangular vase that housed a single red rose. He handed it to the Joker with a "here ya go boss", Joker took it with a smirk on his face, then the guy left down the hallway that he came from.

I looked up at Joker who still had his arm around my waist, "you couldn't have just told me that it was one of your goons?"

He laughed at my anger, "I thought it was endearing that you felt the need to protect me doll, I'm touched, truly."

Jackass.

He opened the door to Harley's office and stepped inside, her office was the same as it was every time I was brought here, but it felt different now that I was here without her. Joker set the cliche flower down on her desk and stole a post it note from the stack on her desk. He grabbed one of her thousands of pens and wrote a quick note down then stuck it to the vase. 'Come down and visit me sometime, love J xxx.'

So this is the bit of fun that he wanted to have, what kind of sick fun do you have from leaving insincere love notes, I guess it's all part of the plan, "hmm, J, I like that, do you mind if I start calling you by that, rolls of the tongue a lot easier?" Plus it's better than saying Joker all the time, I feel like I give him power the more I say it.

He turned to me and ran a finger along the curve of my cheekbone all the way down to my chin, "I think I'll let you, but only cause I like you so, so much doll." happy to know you like me J, he then bopped me on the nose and walked out of the room. I walked over to Harley's cabinet and opened the draw labelled G-K, the screeching of metal made me want to cringe. I flicked through the folders until I came to Korin, when I pulled it out it was a thick as a textbook, the manilla folder that held it all together had various doodles and stains on the front. A few cartoonish sketches of my face, random numbers written multiple times, and splotches of wine and grease, at least that's what I thought they were. What the hell, that can't be normal, does J's folder look the same? Just as I was about to open to read what she wrote a hand came down on my shoulder. Instinct made me grab the wrist to place it at an angle that with one move would make it break. I only released when every part of me knew that it was J, "never read your own files, it's all a bunch of mindless blabbering coming straight from a textbook."

Would anyone really mind if I laid him flat on his ass? Still, I reluctantly put the file back, I figured I would come back for it if I had time when I got the fuck out of here.

The walk back to our cell block was silent for the most part, aside from Joker throwing things at a few inmates that we passed. Once we reached my cell door, he swept his arm in a gesture for me to enter, such a gentlemen. "Tell me J, what's to stop me from just leaving now?"

Both of his hands shot out to grab my waist and he leaned down so that he looked up at my face, "trust me doll, you don't wanna miss out on the things that I have in store."

His hands on my waist shouldn't feel as good as it does, "fine I guess I can be patient, just make it soon if you don't mind." He stood to his full height once more and leaned close to my ear.

"Sooner than you think," I felt him place a kiss directly underneath my ear, oh holy hell. He backed away and I walked into my cell, I could still the warmth from his lips. I heard him close the door and lock it, "sweet dreams doll."

"Night J."

The next morning after mine and J's "little bit of fun", at least that's what he called it, the sound of heels could be heard coming down the hall. I could already tell who it was, unless the usual guards decided to change it up today by wearing five inch heels, Harley never stopped at my cell to talk though, and I could only see the back of her lab coat as she stood facing J.

"To what do I owe the surprise visit Dr. Quinzel?" He was laying on his cot with his arms stretched above his head, and torso on display for the world to see, but the good doctor was the only one admiring it. Well, I peeked, for about thirty minutes.

I couldn't see her front but I could assume that her hands were crossed over her chest, my guess is that she's scared, probably intrigued as well, if he could get out of his cell to send a flower what else could he do? "You know exactly why I'm here Joker. How did those flowers get into my office, no, more importantly, how the hell did you get out of your cell?"

His legs stretched out so he could cross them at the ankles, "where's the fun in knowing Doc?" A smile had made it's way onto my face now, was there a bit of guilt at what we were doing to poor Harley, yes, did I care about my freedom more, absolutely, Harley is just a casualty in that pursuit.

"You know I think that the guards would be very interested in knowing that you have been out of your cell." Ooh making threats now are we Harley? "I also believe that they would be very happy to know that Scar has been out with you as well, considering that they have been looking for her to mess up ever since the breaking of arms fiasco." Making threats against me is even worse Doc!

"Don't make threats you won't act on Harley!" She looked at me but quickly turned her head back to look at Joker.

J only laughed at her attempts to threaten him, "now, now...you and I both know that if you were going to go to the guards you would have already. Don't try to play a gambler sweetheart, trust me, it won't end well for you."

"Tough talk for a man behind bars." Just stop Harley, you're only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

He stood from his bed and walked towards the bars, he walked with regalness, I guess you have to have the walk of a king as well J. When he leaned against the bars I noticed that Harley took a step away from them obviously she was as terrified of him as anyone should be. "Would you prefer to see me outside of these bars Dr. Quinzel?" His voice was lowered enough to be considered a growl, and dare I say it, it was downright seductive.

Harley quickly turned and walked back down the hallway with J calling after her, "I'll see you next week Doc!" He then turned towards me and gave a wink that came along with a very charming smirk that was growing on me.

"So tell me, how often does Hatter speak in rhyme?" I was currently leaning on the bars of my cell while sitting on the ground, this is the position that I would take whenever J and I would have our very interesting conversations, this way I would be able to hear him better. Today's topic was that of the previous inmates J has had the displeasure of meeting.

"Every single fucking time he opens his mouth," I couldn't help but laugh at the clear hatred he held for the man.

"How the hell did you deal with that?"

"Oh I didn't," I don't even want to know what you did to the guy J. I've always loved Alice In Wonderland but certainly not to Jervis's extent. I remember hearing about on the news one day, how he had killed so many girls simply because they were not "his" Alice, the guy took the story a bit too far in my opinion. "So tell me doll, when you saw me on the news what was your first impression of me?"

This guy is pretty sexy for a psychopath, "well first I thought, who the hell is this guy, secondly I thought, well green hair certainly is a fashion statement. Then I thought, this guys tattoos are pretty awesome I wonder who does them, and before I turned off the tv I thought well, I hope I never meet him. I guess with my last thought I was just setting myself up, not that I'm complaining or anything." He just laughed, but it wasn't like any of the other laughs I had ever gotten from him, it was loud, obnoxious, and frightening, the laughs came in drawn out bursts, with the end of the laugh fading out before going into the next. I would hate for that to be the last thing I heard before dying.

A guard's voice echoed from down the hall, "shut the hell up Joker!"

He looked over to me after his laughs quieted down, "was that James?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm not sure, it sounded like him but don't take my word for it." Standing I stretched out my legs that had grown stiff from sitting for so long, I then reached down to touch my toes and could hear the satisfying pop of my spine. I heard a whistle and looked back at J's cell to see him staring at my ass without shame. I should be pissed but I think I'll let it slide, just this once,it's nice to be admired sometimes, as long as the attention is wanted.

There should have been a guard by now that was supposed to take me to the showers and then to the library to pick out a book. It was a weekly privilege at Arkham, one that I actually appreciated, I needed something to do when I wasn't doing cardio or talking to J, especially when he was in his sessions with Harley. I could tell that they were going well when he would come back and he would have a sinister smirk on his face that showed that things were going according to plan on his side.

My third session with Harley is supposed to be tomorrow, that is if I don't cause any "unnecessary" violence. I hardly believe that violence is unnecessary when it comes to perverted cops that seem to think that a mentally ill patient is a suitable target for sexual harassment.

"And what's your impression of me now doll?"

I glanced over my shoulder, "that's just going to have to be something that you wonder about J." Lifting my arms above my head to stretch out the rest of my muscles I felt a sharp pain shoot through my stomach, my arms instantly dropped to wrap around my abdomen. It felt like hell, like my intestines were burning from the inside out, the pain made me drop to my knees. My body instinctively curled into a ball, to try and keep the pain at bay, it didn't help of course. It brought tears to my eyes, and I was never one to cry when I was hurt, it had to be due to the fact that it came out of nowhere.

The back of my throat began to itch and my form began to shake with violent coughs, I could hear J in the background, "now don't die on me Scar. I know the foods terrible but I haven't died from it yet." His voice was as teasing as always, that is until my body turned and I heaved out the contents of my stomach all over the floor beneath me. My breath came in short gasps as I continued to vomit until there was nothing left, what the hell is happening to me!?

I heard Joker yell for the guards while my body recovered from the shock, sweat had broken out on my forehead and I shivered on the ground, my stomach still screamed in pain. I kept my eyes closed, every part of my body was too tired to function properly, I could hear the guards walk down the hall, not even bothering to pick up their pace at an inmate's screams, hell they were probably used to it. "Help her!"

My eyes remained closed and my body curled in on itself, but I could still hear everything that happened around me even after my ears popped, but the voices all seemed to blend together, I could make out the slamming of cell bars, the jangle of keys, and the wheels of a gurney.

"Get the crazy bitch on her stomach!"

"How do you know she's not faking it?"

"Serves her right."

"It fucking stinks in here."

I couldn't respond to any of these remarks, my shoulder was grabbed and I was rolled onto my back, the light that was above me caused me to shut my eyes as tightly as possible. My body was lifted from the floor and onto the gurney that was brought into my room, they then strapped my wrists to my side, I could feel bile rising up in my throat once more. One of the guards forced my neck to the side so that I wouldn't choke, I ended up puking over one of the guards shoes, if I wasn't dying I would be laughing my ass off.

Once my head rolled to the cushion again I was out like a light.

I woke up in the infirmary groggy, disoriented, and sore, I felt clammy, my forehead had beads of sweat that fell down the sides of my face. My eyes still remained shut but I could hear the doctors talking as though I was still asleep.

"So what was the cause of the vomiting?"

"Probably just a stomach bug, we didn't bother to run any more tests, if it continues then we will, but for now there is no need in wasting resources."

Here I thought doctors had some moral code, I guess I was wrong.

"Can't say I blame you, did you hear what she did to Neal, broke his arm by using the cell, can't say he didn't deserve it, he was a right bastard but still, just look at her, I can't imagine a girl like her would be able to do something like that."

You sure as hell wouldn't.

"Yeah I wouldn't either but we have to go, the officers said that they needed to question her as soon as she woke up."

I didn't open my eyes until I heard the door close, the brightness of the room hurt my eyes even more than keeping them open. "To think that you once had such potential." That voice, that damn voice that never leaves, it slithered in my ear even when I was alone, just like it is now.

Turning my head away from where my mind must be imagining him standing there. "You're not real, I know you're not." My voice sounded foreign to my own ears and every syllable I uttered made the pain in my throat even worse. I could feel a hand against my forehead, it slowly ran down to caress my cheek as one would a sick child. It felt so real, the touch was as cold as I remembered and as stiff as the gloves he always wore. My eyes snapped open at the possibility of him really being at my bedside, and he was, but he didn't loom over me, he kneeled by me. What did they do to me?

"I am here Leta, and I will be here with you as long as The League lives on. Just look at you, one of my most promising students, lying here, helpless, as though you forget every ounce of training bestowed upon you, you took the privilege we gave to you for granted. In a way I suppose these troubled times ahead are recompense for your abandonment to the cause." His voice was both soothing and reprimanding at the same time, as he spoke to me his hand never stopped it's motions across my head.

I closed my eyes, you know he's not real, he can't be real, breathe, breathe, breathe. "Look at me Leta." I shook my head, I'm awake, I'm acknowledging that I'm hearing a voice, and I'm aware that it's not real. "The day will come when you can no longer run from The League, and on that day you will understand the cause that you once ran away from. The League will not fail you as so many other have done before Leta." With his final words I swear I could feel the brush of his lips against my forehead. When my eyes opened again he wasn't beside me, there was no trace of Ra's Al Ghul to be found.

My eyes shut again from mental exhaustion, you're okay, he was never here, he's gone, you're still here, you're still okay.

The door opened again and in walked three officers, I kept eye contact with them the entire time that they walked towards me. All three of them had smirks on their faces, once they reached me one of them placed his hands on the side bars and leaned in close to me. "Neal sends his apologies for not being able to make it, but I think that we can pass along his message."

My forehead swiftly met his skull, nope, nope, really, really dumb idea, nothing good ever comes from a headbutt. My headache was instantly multiplied at the sudden movement and my idiotic show of strength and anger.

Once the guards shock resided that was when the real fun began.

Now why would Scar be seeing Ra's Al Ghul? As always if you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me. Happy reading!