"I am Pamela Isley. Call me Poison Ivy."

The clown prince of crime stared at the red haired woman. Both of his greenish eyes examined her entire face. Her features were so natural and yet so beautiful. That was a fine specimen of everything a man wanted. Yet, after looking at that woman, the Joker seemed to loose the interest he had before. He chuckled at her name; his chin almost touched his chest while chuckling at the woman. His pale hand grabbed the phone, but it did not press it against his ear anymore. He could tell a lot by simply looking at her. She was a feminist. One of those women who knew very well what men wanted, and wasn't afraid to use her charms to get what she wanted. Clearly a femme fatal of the modern times. And, judging by her clothing, a tree hugger. His eyes looked up at Pamela in a mocking way.

"Poison Ivy? You make people itchy?"

A louder laughter was heard through the room where Joker sat. All of his white teeth showed how amused he was. Pamela watched the man with a disgusted look. The way how his eyes closed tight from laughing so loudly seemed to make the red haired woman's beautiful eyes burn with anger. She had never been a great admirer of that man's work. She actually thought he was rather annoying and hysterical; a madman. But that madman seemed to be considered by all the other criminals that lurked around Gotham, the only one who could actually kill the Batman. Poison Ivy kept grabbing the phone on her hand, trying her best to hide her frown from the Joker. But his laughter suddenly stopped and his face was much closer to Pamela's. It would be mere inches away if they didn't have a glass separating them. "What's cooking, Ivy?"

The way how he spoke her name was slow. All of his white teeth appeared while saying the last letter of the word, like he was showing a large smirk. The red haired closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her thoughts in their right place, trying to not storm out or start shouting at the man. She leaned closer to the glass, just like the Joker did. Their faces were now close to each other. They would feel each others breath if it wasn't for that glass between them. Pamela's eyes examined his face for a second. He could have been a handsome man some time ago. But the acid he had fallen into had turned him into something…inhuman. Her expression was much more welcoming now, and she showed a small smile of her own. "I'm here to make a proposition."

A moment of silence came up while the Joker examined her eyes, searching for any hint of mockery or perhaps second intentions…but he didn't see anything. His smile grew wide, his hand pressed the phone closer to his ear, quickly licking his lower lip that had dried out thanks to the cold that surrounded the room. His hand-cuffs didn't allow him to open his arms wide, but he was able to place his chin over his hand. By blinking his eyes innocently, made him seem like some kind of cartoon character in love. "I'm listening." He said, his deep and creepy voice completely destroying those childlike gestures. Pamela didn't blink her eyes and released a small warm chuckle when realizing she had his attention again. Her eyes looked to both sides, like she was worried that someone would hear them, though nobody was inside any of the rooms. Her lips moved slowly, and she kept a constant smile. "What would you say, if I asked you to join forces with me?" The Joker seemed to suddenly become extremely bored. Who did that woman think she was…? Sure, the idea of running free once again pleased the Joker. He was dying to get gloomy Gotham all bubbly and cheerful again. But, although that woman was beautiful, she was making questions of a mad person. And even if Joker liked that kind of girls, that one had interrupted his chain of thought.

"Listen, Ivy…" He began, making a huge pause between the two words and showing a fake smile, like he was a guy on a bad date, trying to be pleasant. "…It's kind of late…I'm sure the guards you bribed are getting cranky." He said quickly licking his lower lip. Most who saw this situation would definitely say that the Joker was insane. He was trying to get rid of a beautiful red haired woman who seemed to admire him. Pamela gave a warm chuckle while letting her head fall lightly back, leaving the Joker staring at her, licking his lip once again. "No need to worry about that, Mr.Joker. They wouldn't disturb us even if I broke you out of here now." The Joker's left eyebrow raised while staring at the beautiful female. He leaned forward once again, like he was afraid someone would hear them. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, his scars making it look like he had a huge smile. Ivy gave a warm smile while hanging up the phone. They could not hear each other anymore. The Joker slowly hanged up the phone while watching the red haired woman leaving the room.

He was suddenly alone. The criminal curiously looked around him…the young guard that had handcuffed him was gone to. The green haired man narrowed his eyes. Something odd was going on. He shrugged his shoulders and got up from his chair, going in the exit's direction. But when he was about to leave the room, he heard a huge crash coming from behind him. His head slowly peeked over his shoulder to find an axe. A huge axe stuck to the glass that was once flawless. Two green gloved hands held it tight. The Joker showed now a huge yellow smile while looking at Ivy. The woman closed her eyes tight, pulling the axe from the window that wasn't broken yet. "Now that's more like it!" He said, watching with both hands handcuffed while the red haired hit the glass once again, this time the glass made a huge "Crack!" and Ivy hit it once again.

The Joker looked around him. That woman was making too much noise. The security guards should be arriving soon. But no. It felt like they were the only living creatures in the entire Asylum. At the third impact, the glass broke, making Ivy's hair cover her entire face. For a moment, all that Pamela could see was an orange colour. Her hands released the axe to take the hair from her face. But once she could see again, the Joker's face was mere inches away. She could feel the smell of his breath. It reminded her of balloons, like he had been chewing them. His big yellow smile shined in front of her. "Hi…" He said in a childish tone. Before Pamela could react, his pale hand grabbed her hair and made her fall on the floor on her back. Ivy closed her eyes tight. The impact had been strong, it made her ribs hurt. When she was about to release a moan of pain, the Joker held her hair tight while sitting on top of her belly, pointing a piece of sharp glass against the corner of her mouth.

Ivy tried to struggle, but the handcuffed man only pressed the glass harder against her skin, making her close her eyes again. "You wanna hear how I got these scars?" He asked in a casual tone. Pamela Isley kept her eyes close tight, her mouth showed her canines. She wasn't scared. She was angry. The pale man looked up, thinking which story he should tell her. He suddenly seemed to remember one and he quickly looked down at the red haired who laid there, defenceless. "You see…I used to have a sister, we were the best friends, but she always said I looked too…" He paused while noticing that Pamela's eyes were closed. "Ey…I'm talking to you. Look at me Ivy. Look at me." He said while patting her cheeks with the back of his handcuffed hand. The red haired opened her eyes and narrowed them while staring at the man. "…Anyway, she said I looked too stressed out; that I needed to relax. So, she took me out to a bar, we had a few drinks and while we were leaving the bar a group of young men began whistling at her and flirting with her…" The Joker paused to look down, like he was having a flashback. Pamela's eyes remained narrowed while looking at the ,apparently ,nostalgic man. "…I told them to leave her alone. One of the guys kicked me in the stomach while two other guys grabbed my arms. While he kicked me, I had to watch my sister get raped." His eyes blinked nervously, but his hand remained firm. "…I was petrified. I couldn't even speak. Once they saw my face…my terrified face, they laughed and said that I needed to put on a smile." The Joker's eyes seemed to be now full of anger while he grabbed the piece of glass tighter. "…I was forced to do this to myself, or I'd have to watch her get killed by them!" His voice was now full of anger. His face was again close to Ivy's, their noses almost touching. "…After doing that…they killed her anyway…" He suddenly burst out laughing, his pale face showing the marks of so much laughter. "But after that…I poked their eyes out with the same knife I'd made this scars with…" His laughter continued while he still sat on top of Ivy.

Suddenly the red haired woman punched Joker across the face, making the man actually fall to the side while she quickly got up. But the handcuffed man kept laughing while on the floor, you could feel how the laughter began to hurt his lungs. "…You're no wall flower, are ya?" He mumbled between his laughter. Pamela looked at him full of rage, her hands quickly grabbed her collar, lifting him from the floor. "I'm trying to help you, you buffoon!" She said, her voice not so sweet and warm as it was before. The Joker kept smiling, trying to stop his constant chuckling. "Watch the coat, watch the coat…" He said, trying to shrug her hands off of him. Pamela finally released him and looked full of hate at the Joker while he tried to smooth the wrinkles of his clothing. "You were honestly thinking about killing me?" She asked, placing both hands on her hips. The Joker looked at her with big sparkling eyes and began shaking his head lightly to the sides with a big smile, his eyes always set on Ivy. "Yes." And he was chuckling again. Pamela looked with narrowed eyes at him. Whatever was going inside that man's head was unhealthy. She would like to have nothing to do with it…but she had received specific orders to find him and free him. She never imagined he could be that troublesome. "There's one thing you've got to learn, Ivy: Never trust anyone."

A moment of silence came up while Pamela stared at the clown who carefully tried to open the handcuffs with a piece of glass. But he would fail to do so. The glass would break when he tried to unlock them. He gave a small upset sigh while throwing the object away. "Here you are, trying to set loose one of the worst guys that ever lurked through Gotham, hoping that I, an unpredictable and dangerous criminal, will reward you somehow." He said, each word was spoken carefully, like Ivy was some kind of student and him the teacher. Pamela Isley frowned, but her face was still pretty and seductive. Her gloved hands grabbed the axe tight and quickly yanked it from the window. She placed it over her shoulder and glared at the pale man. "I'm not expecting any reward from you, Mr. Joker. I'm just the one who came to grab the package." The man's eyes blinked a couple of times and narrowed in confusion while looking at Ivy. What was that woman talking about? "Show me your hands." She quickly said. The Clown Prince of Crime stretched his arms. Suddenly the axe Ivy was holding dropped in their direction with huge speed. But the Joker didn't even blink. Pamela wished she could have chopped his hands off. She wished she could just get rid of that annoying little man. But she couldn't. She had merely chopped the chains that held his hands together.

The Joker was now free. His hands massaged his wrists, that young guard had cuffed his wrists too tight. The criminal looked at Pamela, licking the corners of his mouth, like examining the woman. She was up to something…Obviously she was not the brains of this 'situation'. But he showed a fake smile anyway, his hand still rubbing his wrist. "Thanks." He said quickly in a dry tone. Ivy released the axe and merely walked to the exit of the visiting room, not looking at Joker anymore. She opened the door and left the room. The Joker's eyes fallowed her movements carefully. Not really expecting her to attack him or anything like that. He was enjoying the way how she walked. She didn't only have a pretty face; she also had a beautiful body. The way how she walked reminded him of a femme fatal. Joker stood there, looking at the door for a moment. A voice suddenly echoed from the other side. "Could you please hurry? We don't have much time." The Joker shrugged his shoulders and opened the door. He wasn't really ready for what he was about to see.

All the guards, all the male staff of Arkham were there, surrounding Pamela, all on their knees while admiring her curvy figure in silence. The Clown Prince of Crime had his eyes wide opened now. They looked like trained dogs, waiting for their bone to be thrown at them. Joker was actually…admired. His head moved to the left and the right, watching all the men staring at her, like hypnotized. What had that woman done to them? "Well, this is new." He said while looking at the red haired who smiled warmly while caressing some men's cheeks. Pamela chuckled in delight when understanding he was surprised. "Don't tell me you thought I was one of your hysterical teenage fans, Mr. Joker." She said with a playful smile on her lips. The Joker chuckled, showing all of his yellow teeth, he tried to make his way through the crowd of silent men. They wouldn't move to let him pass. They just kneeled there, without moving, making this task difficult. "You're too voluptuous to be a teenager." Pamela's eyes narrowed once again. That man was getting on her nerves. They'd better leave that place before she just lost it. "I've found a toxin that makes men feel an extreme sense of pleasure in their bodies. Since I was the only woman alive in the entire building, they'll literally kiss my feet if I want to." She said, trying to show the Joker she wasn't just a regular civilian.

The mad man was quiet now, his eyes looking at the heads of every single man in the room fallowing Pamela's movements. Both of Joker's eyes suddenly found a corpse of one nurse that once treated him. She was lifeless, her long brown hair covering her eyes. That suddenly reminded him of someone. "Say, you've killed every woman in the building?" He asked, his hand scratching his neck. The red haired woman nodded without looking at him. "Even…what's her name…? Dr. Harleen Quinzel…?" He asked, trying to remember if that was really her name. Pamela walked side by side with the Joker, through the halls of Arkham. They passed by a few lifeless bodies that rested on the floor, but Joker didn't even seem to notice them. Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps... Why? Was she important?" The Joker shook his head while taking his eyes from the beautiful woman, looking forward. "Nah." He answered indifferent.

They finally left the building, leaving the Asylum full of quiet and confused men and dead women. Both Joker and Ivy hadn't noticed, but while they left the building they did pass by Dr. Quinzel. There she was, lying on the floor, her glasses broken by her side, her cheek pressing against the ground. Her once beautiful face was pale. There was blood running down her nose, both of her eyes closed. Resting in peace. But when she heard the door closing behind the Joker, a huge gasp escaped from her red lips while her blue eyes widened to their maximum. It seemed like that woman had just returned from the dead…