The Gotham Queen

Chapter 24

Joker POV

"I see you had a good time with our good Dr. Quinzel." Ivy says to me before I can say anything, and I smirk at her. I had a very good chat with the doctor. "Am I right to assume that the cuts and bruises didn't go unnoticed?"

So, that's what this is all about. I wonder what could possibly be going on in the good doctor's life that would get her that injured. It can't be worse than what the animals that work here do to us defenseless patients.

Oh, yes. You're very defenseless.

No one is ever going to believe that.

I laugh at the voices, knowing very well that I'm far from defenseless. However, there is no way that the doctor is experiencing shock therapy. She doesn't show the usual signs, though there is a hint of something darker in her eyes. I saw a sense of madness going on in her eyes, and I want to know just how mad the doctor can get. I wonder if she's hearing the voices yet, or if she needs a nudge.

Plus, I know she isn't being starved because her curves are very noticeable, and I lick my lips at the memory of her cleavage. I want to taste her so badly that I nearly cause a riot just so I can get to her.

I shake my head to clear my head. No need to get ahead of myself when I could have fun and play with the doctor first. I think about her injuries, but I ultimately decide that someone like her can't be getting the level of abuse that we do in here. Yes, she shows signs of some level of abuse, but not enough to be worried about. She clearly can handle her own is she's willing to challenge me in a little game.

"That's what I need your help with, Joker." Ivy says to me, and I glare at the floor. The abuse must be worse than the doctor lets on if Ivy's asking me for help. I wonder just how bad she must have it and why. I know who the doctor is, and I know her father. He's an asshole and I've had to take him down a few notches because he's tried to screw me over in the past.

"Why?" I ask Ivy, and I can see the concern in her face.

"Joker, her life is as bad as what we deal with in here. In fact, I think she'd rather be locked up in here." Ivy says to me.

"Well, now I know the doc is crazy. No one wants to be locked up in here." I say, laughing at the thought of anyone willingly locking themselves up.

That's just crazy. Why would anyone want to be locked in this hellhole?

Okay, I'm starting to like this woman, but that doesn't mean we should let her in just yet.

"Just ask her about her engagement, and you'll understand. Tell her that I said she can tell you." Ivy says, and my anger skyrockets. My little spitfire is engaged?! The doctor is mine, and I want to torture whoever it is. Just the thought of another man getting to play with her makes my anger spike higher and higher.

You really have it bad for her.

See! We need to kill her! She's already fucking with your head!

"Shut up!!" I shout, yelling at the voices in my head before I start laughing. They don't know what they're talking about. I growl at the thought of anyone else getting to play with her and please her.

I shake my head and hit it against the wall until my head starts to bleed as I try to get the thoughts out of my head. Once I get my hands on her and get a taste, I'll be able to just forget about her. I don't need any distractions.

No, you won't.

"Shut it." I growl and hit my head again. Blood drips down my face and the wall as I ignore the small voice in my head.