Joka

Chapter 3

Arkham, a scary and terrifying place for many people. For some of the children of the villains it was their worst nightmare to end up at. The time was night and Joka called in a favor to Bruce Wayne, asking if she could go see her mother to tell her something. She had a limp to her step; wearing a long ankle length green skirt with flat heel dress shoes. A purple blouse with a green jacket over it, with a high collar to keep her warm. Her hair let down hanging around her shoulders, it was still messy and jagged. She was met at Arkham by Crowler Crane the son of the scarecrow. He had shaggy sandy blonde hair, wore black rim glasses since he was a young psych doctor. He wore a dark red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; black dress pants and gold hazel eyes. He was in his early twenties; kind and sweet. He treats Joka outside of Arkham to keep her sanity under wraps.

“Joka.” Crowler sighed.

“Gator dropped me off, he is heading home. He wanted to have dinner with his dad whom is secretly in town.” Joka explained; Crowler knew that he would have to drive her back. “I came to see my mom. Also to talk to you.”

Nodding his head, they spoke about what the justice league offered her for them. He agreed to it as long as he got to help out even be their doctor. Being at Arkham drove him insane sometimes, cause he didn’t like dealing with the joker and the others at times. Walking through the halls, Joka had her pass on as there was a security guard with them. Walking through the halls; she saw many people she had only seen in papers and some she had met in real life due to her connection to her father. They all stared at her; saying how good she looked and that she needed to come visit them. Joka got shivers and hated coming to Arkham.

“Your mom has been being good.” Crowler told her; he held her arm as to keep her close while leading her. Going to the center in a big room that was being watched by the guards above. “We did have a problem around your birthday. I was worried when you didn’t visit.”

“You said she spoke to my dad.” Joka told him.

“Yeah, it was note passing. They were devising a plan to get out. But the last message I found…I will tell you about later.” Crowler explained.

In a cell behind a glass wall, a beautiful blonde woman sat behind on her bed bored out of her mind. Toys that were broken all over; she looked like she hadn’t aged much at all. Wearing an orange jumpsuit, the sleeves tied around her waist and a white tank top on. She heard a tapping on the glass as she had been annoyed already for not being let out for a week.

“What!” She snapped. “Unless you got a new book for me or toys”

“Mom.” Joka said sadly. Harley jumped up from her bed, the prisoners at the other cells were shocked to see Joka there again. “Hi mom, sorry I am late for my visit.”

“Pudding. Oh my baby J.” Harley smiled coming to the glass window happy to see her daughter. Her hands against the glass; she could see her daughter looking her over. “Why you so late with your visit?”

“We had to get clearance since the Joker’s last escape.” Crowler lied, but it wasn’t really either since Joka isn’t allowed to visit when Joker escapes his cell.

“Oh honey, I am so sorry. I had nothing to do with that.” Harley smiled, laughing; she saw that her daughter wasn’t laughing at it. “What do ya say doc, can I come out?”

Joka smiled at Crowler, almost begging him to let her out. If there was one person the batman allowed her to see it was her mother at least a few times a year and mainly on her birthday. Crowler nodded his head, leading Joka to the visitors room; where she sat down in a chair with Crowler in the corner of the room. Waiting for her mother; they brought Harley in, with cuffs on they took the cuffs off the hands but kept the ones on her legs on and a collar was placed around her neck to stop her from moving. Harley stood up and hugged her daughter; Joka’s appearance reminded her of the Joker. Joka may not have been like her father, but she seemed to have kept the colors. Letting go, Harley sat down across at the table since they were on a time limit. Joka sitting on the other side, she wondered how she would bring up the conversation.