*J* (the continuation)

Part Forty-Seven: Chapter 361: Easy As Pie

Julia sits at the edge of her and Jester's bed staring at the floor. Her eye twitches as the floor began blurring into itself. She was concentrating on getting Jester out of Arkham, but then her mind just seemed to drift. However, it didn't seem to be anywhere in particular. Then again, her eye twitches.

"You're pathetic. Just sitting there while your boyfriend rots in that Asylum... You know exactly what they're doing to him in there. Especially when the idiots who run the place think he's the Joker. I think it's safe to say that's the least favorite inmate in Arkham. They're terrified of the Joker. And when you fear a man people always hate that said man..."

Julia's eye twitches again at the voice in her head taunting her. The voice, though she hadn't heard it in a decade, was all too familiar to her. You see, the voice Julia heard was that of her mother. The person who was always the most critical of her. The cruelest. The person who still haunted her and her broken psyche.

"Shut up. You're just in my fucking head," Julia mumbles to herself.

"Watch your language little girl. I'm in your head because you're weak and insane. You're supposed to be taking a lot of medication for that, remember? But you went and let the Joker infect you with whatever poison made him. You just sat there. Why you might have as well jumped for him, the same way your boyfriend did. And oh what a winner he is... At least he has the same mental illnesses as you. I guess that's your bond to the sociopathic twin of the worlds greatest psychopathic clown... You really know how to pick them, don't you?"

"Jester loves me! Far more than you ever did!" Julia shouts, her fists balling.

"Loves you?? Whatever is there to love? The way you are plagued by mommy issues? Your paranoia? Your lack of trust?"

Again Julia's eye twitches, "I trust Jester. He's a good man."

"He's a good man?! Really?? Since when do good men have death tolls? Help me remember how many people he's killed so far, because I lost track at the Irish Mafia."

"He did that to save Lucy," Julia adamantly shakes her head.

"A child who was in no danger? A child who was growing up no differently than she is now? Yes, that justifies killing all those people."

"He's a doctor! He's saved more lives than he's taken!" Julia argues with her non existent mother, growing more angry by the second.

"Soooo sensitive. Why you barely know this man. Or what he's capable of."

Julia's eye twitches once more, "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Well you certainly aren't capable of getting your little boyfriend out of Arkham Asylum. You're not smart enough, or connected enough to pull a task like that off. And how disappointed I am in you for now being on the wrong side of the law."

"I was the youngest cop who ever made detective in Gotham! Do you think they let a stupid person do something like that?! And I have connections!! You ALWAYS underestimated me!! But you'll fucking see!!" Julia leaps to her feet and goes over to the dresser.

She opens the top drawer. Now in a normal home the top drawer is normally for socks and underwear, maybe even ties. But when you're the twin of the Clown Prince Of Crime, your top drawer is weapons. Julia picks up Jester's gun. It had previously belonged to the Joker. Julia knows this because it's marked. Every cop in Gotham knows the Joker personalized everything he owned. She slams a clip in it and stuffs it in the back of her pants. She then picks up a Derringer and a straight razor with a smile etched into the blade. She then pulls on her on a shoulder harness with another gun in it.