I sat in my cell, bored as hell. Eve hasn't come to see me, and everyone else in my wing was gone outside or in the rec room. But noooooooo of course I had to stay here. This cell was has interesting as the dirt laying underneath my fingernails, which would usually be interesting, but I needed a miracle to save me from my boredom right now.
I sighed, and rubbed a hand against my face, bringing some of my skin with me, but once my hand pulled away the skin fell back in place. I sat there for two hours more, glaring at a fly that kept flowing through the holes of my cell as if it was laughing at me.
"Star…"
I turned my attention away from the flew and looked at the entrance of my cell. Nothing. Was my mind playing tricks on me?
I pulled myself up from my bed, walked over to the cold glass wall to my cell and pressed my hands against them. "Helloooo! Anybody there!" I called out from my cell and waited a little while for a response. There was none. A sigh escaped my lips as I pushed my forehead against the glass wall bored out of my mind. I closed my eyes and thought to myself what I would do when I got out of here.
"Star.."
My eyes snapped open and I looked around again. "What the fudge muffin.." I muttered to myself when once again I saw nothing.
"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.." The voice now sounded clearer and familiar.
I breathed in a ragged breath as my fingers scratched against the glass angrily and so hard the the nail on my pointer finger came off. Not worrying about my bleeding finger I ripped the nail from my skin that was hanging on by a thread and threw it to the floor carelessly. "Who's there..?" I spoke, demanding an answer.
Nothing. I sighed frustrated, but began giggling to myself when a few thoughts strayed into my head, of what I would do to the person who was playing tricks on me.
"What are you laughing about?" The voice hissed. Laughter escaped my lips, growing louder by the second. "Oh so it isn't my mind playing tricks on me, but someone hiding like a coward." I said loud enough for the person, where ever they where, to hear me. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." I spoke.
Footsteps neared my cell, stopping just out the rim of the glass, out of sight. "I only wish for your consent, of not injuring me, in any way, shape or form."
I chuckled to myself "Your wish is my command, but I already know who you are, Johnny boy." I heard a sigh and Crane appeared in front of me, behind the glass.
"How did you know it was me?" He commanded, more then asked and stared at me with cold blue eyes. "Well Johnny boy, you are the one of the some people in the world who would try to scare me." I giggled. His glare only narrowed. "Don't call me that."
"So Johnny boy, how did you get away from the guards?" I said ignoring his comment, and inspected my bleeding pointer finger. "Why are you still in your cell, Mrs. White?" He spoke. "Why did you avoid my question, huh? Is is because you fear of giving me any information at all, mmh?" I chuckled peering over at him.
"I have nothing to fear." He replied. "Oh really?" I said laughing then leaned my forehead against the glass, to be closer to his face. "Then tell me, Crane. Why is it, that I know what you fear, hmm?" He leaned in closer, glaring at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Enlighten me."
A giggle escaped my lips and I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. "You...fear..-"
"Hey! What are you doing in here without a guard!" A guard yelled from down the hall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guard charging down towards us, with a taser in hand. I looked back at Crane standing before, who didn't even take a second to acknowledge the guard's existence. "You better run, Johnny boy." I said to him, smiling sadistically. With one last look at me, Crane turned the corner and quickly walked into his cell shutting the door behind him.
The guard walked past my cell and stopped in front of Crane's, growling in anger. "I'm going to have a talk with you doctor, Scarecrow." The guard said, spitting Crane's name in disgust. I smiled over at Crane, who looked down upon the guard, as if he was a fool, which he was.
After Johnathon said nothing the guard walked over to my cell and opened my door, mumbling curse words under his breath. "Give me your hands" He said trudging over to me. I giggled, and lifted my arms towards his direction. He tightened a pair of shackles around my wrist, completely ignoring my still bleeding finger. He then pulled out a metal mask, the same one I wore when I first arrived here. "Why do I need to wear the blasted thing?" I growled at the guard who flinched in fear. A giggle rumbled from within my throat as I watched the fear flash across his eyes. "Your Doctor requests that you wear this at all times when leaving the cell to either go outside or the rec room, so that you do not disturb the other patients. Until he sees otherwise you are going to wear this." He replied, placing that dreaded thing on my mouth and noes, and locking it with a key.
He roughly grabbed me by my elbow and pushed my out of the cell, that I have long waited to leave, and now I finally was. "Come on" He said pulling at my arm tighter. Leading me down many narrow hallways and making many turns. Left, then right, then left, then left. God, this place was so confusing.
What seemed the hours the guard finally appeared in front of a few doors. He told me to turn around, which I did rolling my eyes at the fool who was leading me. I heard loud beeping noises which informed me there was a code to go into this room. Once again the guard grabbed my arm and pulled my roughly through the doors.
This wasn't a room at all. Unless rooms have grass, flowers, bugs and sun, then yes it could possibly be a room. But I don't think that was the case.
"You are free to roam around outside. There a guards all over this place, so no trying to escape." The guard said to me before closing the doors behind him and stalking off, over to his other guard buddies.
"Doll face! Is that, uh, you?" I felt arm being tugged, so that a twisted to my left. The Joker's smiling face caught my attention as he looked over my face. He bellowed out in laughter, again. "They don't even do that to me." He said chuckling under his breath.
My whole time outside was spent being dragged around by the Joker, who aimlessly talked about random things and every know and then i would give a simple nod or laugh, but it was always muffled by the bloody mask.
At the end of the day when we were preparing to walk back inside the Joker turned to me and said "You ain't much of a talker, are ya? HA HA HA!"