Batman | Wildcard

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Joker lay sprawled out on his cot, staring up at the cracked celling of his cell. He had been transferred to Extreme Incarceration, something he considered an achievement despite his depression. They must've finally realised how mad I am. He thought to himself, giving in to the grin creeping across his face. He missed his old cell, though. The neighbours were quite entertaining. This time, he was housed next to Edward Nygma, The Riddler.

"Ah, the moonlight dances on the stale bread crumbs of mischief! But what dances under the surface of reason, teasing the edge of madness?" The Riddler chortled, lost in his own riddle. "Tell me, dear Joker, when is a door not a door?"

Joker huffed and turned over, yanking the thin blanket over his ears to try and block out the ramblings. "Quiet! Can't you see I'm trying to be miserable here?" He hissed. But the Riddler, undeterred, merely shifted his tone, ever merry in his madness. "Ah, but my dear clown prince of crime, misery loves company, does it not?" He asked. Joker sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over the bed. "What will it take to shut you up?" He growled. "How's about I ram that cane of yours so far down your throat you'll be sitting on it?" The Riddler chuckled quietly before walking to the bars. He made eye contact with Joker and smiled. "What's gotten you so down, clown?" He asked. Joker stared at him from the bed, arms folded. "What's it to you?" He snapped. "Can't a friend check in on a pal?" Riddler smiled. "Besides, I know something that'll cheer you up." Joker rolled his eyes. If it wasn't for the iron bars separating them, then he would've had his hands firmly around Riddler's throat. "What, Eddie? Another one of your ridiculous riddles?" He sighed. Riddler giggled and clapped his hands. "Better." He smiled. "I heard that a beautiful little minx arrived last night, and she's dying to see her puddin." Joker's eyes widened. "Harley? She's alive? Where is she?" He called. Riddler removed his hat and fiddled with the stitching before replacing it. "Oh my dear clown, I don't just give that information away for free. You'll have to work for it." Joker kicked the bed in frustration, then yelped and grabbed it when he realised how much it hurt. "You're lucky we're both behind bars, you little green pest!" He growled. "A troubled mind such as yours can't compete with mine." The Riddler teased. "Now, do you want to know where she is?" Joker sighed and walked back to the bars and nodded. "You'll have to solve my riddle, ready?" Riddler asked. "Fine." Joker huffed.

"When is a door not a door?"