Chapter 4
A/N: Sorry I didn't get the chance to thank all my lovely reviewers on the last chapter... So I will thank you all now!
• Wilhelm Worthing
• Jasmine Scarthing
• Emma
• Mysterygirl145: Those glass doors are lethal XD
Plus, this chapter is going to be a filler because I'm worried I might end this story too soon.
Silence... Silence was vital to the Joker. It's a pause through any discussion, argument or whatever where if careful enough could judge their entire next movement. You just got to find the hesitation and BINGO! You can walk out there a living, breathing man.
But silence isn't always pleasuring for the Joker, especially being cooped up in the same goddamn cell in the same goddamn asylum for the past four goddamn months.
He sat there restrained to his bed, trailing his eyes around the room. Whilst staying there for several months he saw a range of faces that came and then not shortly after left. Some with disgust, others in tears or in some rare occasions in anger... Those were his favourite. It reminded him of his days running into (or rather away from) the bat-fool himself. Winding him up was so easy and the reactions were so treasuring. Just mention the word Rachael and he goes roaring and throwing tantrums like a five year old boy.
But after much dismay, his amusement and very small amount of respect for humanity left when he realised how easy it all was for anyone. As soon as the point of tears or frustration arose their interest in "helping the need" suddenly evaporates. They tell themselves that something big and bad provoked them and told them things that were or were not true, so the guilt of neglect of their aspiration would pass them and could continue to live happy families. Humanity hid their dark thoughts and ideas, they were so two-faced. And that's what irked him the most... At least he was honest and faced his fears with two wide grins on his face.
Dancing his eyes in his sockets just to give the amusement of dizziness through the times visitings of the talk times with the doctors and guards were not happening. The only reason why he let himself stay there was because one bastard claimed that his insanity was an act so he could escape the idea of black gate or worse the death row.
Although often denying it, deep down, he knew some piece didn't quite fit. What piece that was anyone's guess, I mean heck, that was another reason that he allowed himself to be there.
Going through the symptoms himself whilst he lay on his bed, wondering what really kept him in this madhouse. After seeing all the different psychiatrists in a duration of a four month period he picked up a lot about the multiple "disorders" and "issues" that they dealt with but that wasn't enough to see what he had himself.
He couldn't think straight with the absent feeling of his makeup and his signature clothing. His skin was rough without the clayey feeling of his paint plastered on his face. His shoulders were lighter without his tailor-made coat that used to lay. His what once was toxic green hair faded into a dark blonde mess, as soon as he got out of there somehow, he would dye it back. The Joker lost track of time completely whilst in the cell, the hours slipped by like minutes while other times, days felt like decades. Continuing countering his thoughts around his head made his eyes droop and finally dozed off into an afternoon nap.
Deep he slept until he awoke sharply by the sound of frustration fuelling up the hallway walls. The growling came from a doctor the Joker once encountered before the spoilt, pretty boy Dr. Kyle. Banging loudly on the other side of the door made the Joker chuckle. Through his confused eyes, he wondered what fired the doctor so much.
After several bangings the door swung open with Jamie storming in. The Joker didn't get a chance to sit up straight before he was a victim of verbal abuse once again.
"What the hell did you do to her!? I went to the cafeteria to find her collapsed on the floor after fainting!" He roared ferociously.
"I didn't do anything to her, I just told her about why I chose the alias 'The Joker' he replied sincerely.
A few seconds past when the corners Joker's mouth slowly rose.
"Whyyyy Does pretty boy have a little crush on my shrink." He teased.
"I have a wife and child!" Hesitating with the fact that the subject changed to himself.
"You did" noticing his swollen finger after probably Kyle pulling his ring off in a frenzy. "You left her for a younger, prettier flower"
"I haven't left her, " he said with sweat trickling down his face.
"You're still with her? Now that's heartless, imagine what'll happen if she finds out, " he replied, beginning to giggle with his intoxicating laugh.
"I am not cheating on her!"
"I think you said that a bit too quickly to be telling the truth, I can probably bet she was one of those women who were your childhood sweetheart who married young because your undying love couldn't wait no longer, who travels far and wide with work that gives you the perfect opportunity to go to the local brothel. A woman who has such a plain name maybe something like... Jane"
"How do yo-" he replied terror written across his face.
"When was the last time you saw her six months? I've been here for at least four. There's plenty of scenarios I could've done in those two months you didn't have your eye on her. Like I've said before.. I get around."
"What have you done, you son of a bitch!" He said, grabbing his throat with two guards tearing his sides.
The Joker didn't reply other than howl fits of laughter. As he watched the doctor get dragged away. He always knew the doctors were crazier than the inmates.
Dinner time was probably the most interesting time for the Joker. After being the star attraction at the asylum, the boss's even bigger boss Jeremiah Arkham had to give him privileges to go to the prisoners...no no, sorry 'patients' cafeteria to converse, so he could be amongst his own. And just on cue, his lanky nurse came stumbling in to collect him to the cafeteria with a face that resemble much of a fish. Cautiously, he approached the Joker with several sedates shoved in his pockets. He must've been about eighteen, nineteen according to his acne plastered across his face.
"Come on, it's time for food, Joker, " he said, although clearly adolescent he seemed to have a lot of confidence speaking to the Joker.
The boy hooked his wiry arms under the Joker's armpits and practically dragged him out of his cell. It wasn't such a challenge as the boy thought. Before coming to the asylum, the Joker never really had the patience or the time to eat, so he managed what he had. Plus, running around Gotham from the bat-freak shed a few pounds as well.
Half walking, half dragged, down the corridor gave the Joker plenty of time to observe his fellow neighbors. Some tall, some short, fat, thin you name it, they had it.
When the pair finally reached the boisterous cafeteria, the levels of sound decreased dramatically and all eyes were transfixed on the Joker. In return, the Joker smiled as sweetly as the Joker possibly could and said;
"Please! Don't stop the party, imagine as if I weren't here." And continued to be dragged to a former full table, whose previous users scattered away.
Looking straight at the boy, with its back arched, he was offered food, but turned away with a childish look of disgust on his face.
The boy sighed and asked;
"What's wrong with it?"
"The other nurse was nicer to me, he used to make me eat it with playing aeroplanes" he replied.
"You gotta be kidding me!?" The nurse said in disbelief.
"I'm not going to touch it unless you compromise" still acting like a child.
In frustration, the boy gave up and did what he was asked to. The Joker smirks wildly, despite being locked up, he knew he could still get what he wanted.
The nurse's cheeks began to change to a tomatoey red whilst the other inmates were giggling and sniggering to themselves. Humiliation was one of the things the Joker mostly enjoyed whilst in the asylum, that and cards.
Whilst finishing his food, the other inmates grew bored of watching and turned away. It was only ten minutes later the Joker decided he wanted to go back to his cell and back to his mumblings. So once again the poor young nurse with ginger hair, picked the Joker up and began his strenuous drag back to the other end of the building.
Once they reached his cell the boy practically threw the Joker in with a few grumbles on the way. The crazed clown simply looked up and repeated his signature question.
"WhY So SeRiOuS, Nursey?"
"You murdered my niece!" Finally letting it off his chest. The boy felt a heat of relief until he cringed when the Joker replied.
"To be fair, I've killed a lotta people"
And with that, the boy slammed the door with teary eyes and began to walk briskly from the maniacal laughter.
The Joker continued to laugh well after the boy left. Today had been fun and although days felt repetitive he knew tomorrow was going to be the best.
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