I've had a lot of time on my hands this Thanksgiving, so I've had a lot of time to write updates. So here you go.

Clara wasn't completely sure what had happened, but when she woke up, she was inside of a cell with a glass wall. The cell didn't have anything else inside of it, which implied to Clara that they didn't intend to keep her in there for long. That, or they were going to kill her.

Whenever she saw a glass prison in a movie, it was usually because the person inside of it, usually the villain, would talk their way out of it by manipulating the jailer. Clara thought she was rather clever, but she doubted that she could do something like that.

The thought crossed her mind that maybe she could break the window, but she didn't know what the glass was made of, so she decided to table the idea.

The room on the other side of the wall was full of similar looking cells to the one she was in. The Master had told her that this version of the TARDIS wasn't usually meant for combat. Odds were this room was a new addition.

The door directly across from Clara opened up. A women walked through it, humming a tone Clara didn't recognize. The woman was blond, although the tips of her pigtails were highlighted black and red. Her face was covered in a makeup style similar to the Jokers, although a bit more feminine. She was wearing a red corset and black gloves. Her pants were split, one side white, the other red. Her platform stilettos were the alternate color to the side of the pants.

The women kept walking and humming until she reached Clara's cell. When she spoke, it was in an exaggerated Cockney accent, even though she appeared to have a normal English accent under it.

"Oooh lookie! Look who woke up!" She said. "Didn't think I hit you that hard! Way to ruin my fun!"

Clara looked at the women. Her demeanor seemed pretty childish.

She was beginning to reconsider the manipulation plan.

"You're not the Joker." She said plainly.

The girl made a dramatically surprised expression.

"Oh, you wanna see Doctah J? Sorry, sweetie, he's taken! By me! So HANDS OFF!" She shouted, angrily.

Clara threw her hand's up in defense.

"Oh no! Don't worry about that. No way. Who are you?" She asked.

Her expression changed to a cartoonishly friendly smile.

"My name's Rosie! What's yours?"

"Nice to meet you, Rosie. My name is Clara." She said, thinking to herself how mundane this all seemed. She had a feeling this woman wasn't playing with a full deck.

"That's a nice name." She said. "Do you mind if I name one of my babies after you?"

"Um…" Clara was obviously caught off guard. "Sure…Why not? You don't look… What you're...Define 'babies.'" She finally said, remember that Rosie might not mean what she was thinking.

"Thousands!" Rosie exclaimed. "All adopted! They laugh all the time! I haven't had time to name all of them! Doctah J said I should just call them their given names, but those are all hard to remember!"

"Well, if there are thousands of them…" Clara said to herself.

Rosie squealed with delight. "This is so exciting! You're the first person I've met in a while that I didn't kill right away!"

"..." Ok. So she was daft and psychotic. Clara decided to watch herself . She wasn't completely sure how she should proceed. She decided to wait to see what happened.

"Do you want to hear the story about how me and Doctah J first met?" Rosie asked in an excited tone. "I've always wanted to tell somebody, since it soooooooo romantic!"

"Sure." Clara said. "I...don't see why not."

"Ok. So, once upon a time, I was just a boring normal girl. I mean it! Super boooooriiiing! All I did was work at some shop and date some dumb guy! Doctah J killed him when we first met, so I was available!

"I'll admit it, I was a little hesitant to go out with Doctah J at first. That didn't stop him from taking me out! He fell in love with me right away! So fast that he never even brought me back home!"

"He was a different guy back then. Very passionate. Not as funny...Actually, he may have been funny in his own personal way. I never really understood it, but one day I hope I do! Our first date was a trip in time to the destruction of Earth! I didn't get it back then, so I was completely horrified!"

"Eventually, I understood what he wanted me to do. I killed him. What happened next was beautiful! It was like that story where the princess kisses the frog! There was a big flash, and he became the man he is today! I mean, yeah, he's still...passionate, but he's much funnier!"

"We went around, having so much fun across the universe! Like I said, I didn't get his jokes back then. Most of them involved him forcing me to watch people suffer in different way. I get it now! They weren't like him! He's so much better than all of us! Yet, despite all of that, he still opened his heart up to me, and now I am the happiest girl in the Universe!"

"Besides, if I didn't love him, what would I have to go back to?"

Rosie finished her story, beaming at Clara. Clara, however, was staring at Rosie with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

"Did...Did you say he changed after you killed him?" She asked.

"Yup! Best day of my life!" Rosie replied. She then paused. "Do you want me to show you the kids? I'll go get them" She didn't leave Clara any time to answer as she quickly ran out of the room.

Clara sat there in silence for a few seconds, before rushing up to the glass wall. She dug into her pocket and took out the Master's laser screwdriver.

"I hope you know what you're doing, you psychopath…" She said to herself as she carefully fired the laser at the glass. Luckily, the laser did not bounce off of the glass as Clara had feared it would. Instead, it began to carve through the glass.

Clara wasn't entirely sure why the Master slipped her the screwdriver. Maybe it was part of some plan. Maybe he was showing off. Either way, she had it, which was useful.

After a few minutes, Clara had managed to carve a hole through the glass. She carefully stepped through it, looking around for guards. Satisfied, she began to walk out of the room.

As she reached the room, a blaring alarm began to sound. Clara quickly sprinted through the exit before it suddenly slammed shut behind her.

"You didn't think it would be THAT easy, did you?" The Joker's voice rang through the hall. "ROSIE! Sic the Gigglers on her!"

Clara quickly sprinted down the hall, not wanting to find out what the Gigglers were.

She had a hunch she would probably find out, but it might be best just to put it off for now.

For a second, she caught herself worrying about the Master. If the Joker was already back on the intercom, that either meant he was taking a break or he was finished with whatever he wanted the Time Lord for.

It probably had to do with the fact that, if what Rosie said was true, they were both Time Lords. So far, she had only met two Time Lords, and both of them were egotistical psychopaths.

Hopefully the Doctor was better.

In case you didn't understand, let me explain:

The Ninth Doctor came out of the Time War a deranged psychopath. He kidnapped Rose and brought her along as he tormented the universe. Eventually, she killed him, and he regenerated into the Joker.

That's right, folks: The Joker is the Tenth Doctor.

By that point, Rose's mind sorta broke, and in a classic and sad example of Stockholm syndrome, she deluded herself into falling in love with this still as crazy and abusive, yet more colorful Doctor.

I kinda like the way she came out. She's not as crazy/goofy as Harley Quinn, but she's still has her childish mindset. I like to think that a small part of her knows exactly what happened to her, but it can't do anything about it.

On a side note, I had this entire story planned out before the 50th came out. I think I can still go through with it, but, after the story's over, I might do a quick prequel update about how the War Doctor fits into all of this.

I await your anger, Rose fans!