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Riddle Me Silly

"Mhm, oh yes doctor, this particular splotch definitely reminds me of something... those long, black, pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway."

"A dead giveaway of who exactly Mr. Joker?" The testy physiologist raised the splotch painting closer to the light so the Joker could get a better look.

"Of the Bat of course!"

"T-the 'bat'?" The round glasses on the doctor were pushed farther up his nose.

"Yes the BAT! Is your head thicker that the Dark Knight's armor!?"

"Sorry, I'm new here. Are you speaking about The Batman?"

"Of course I am!!" The Joker said with an exasperated sigh.

"Right, right. He's the reason why you're back in Arkham Asylum." The doctor chuckled and finished his sentence just as the Joker threw a blow to his head, knocking him unconscious.

He was wheeled out of the room after a different doctor finished Joker's tests.

New blood huh? He thought to himself. Reminds me of those finicky little brats Batman uses as a sidekick. Get with the program kid! He's all mine! I know more about him than you could possible learn throughout the rest of your childhood or... whatever happens when I get out. And when I do, those bat brats are mine! He said the last sentence through clenched teeth.

"Back to your cell clown," a guard snatched Joker's arm and led him out of the room and down the hall.

"Mistah J!" Harley Quinn was walking down the hall with a nurse by her side as she sauntered over to her boss/lover. "No good with the Bat, huh?"

"I had a run in with one of the Robins too," he unhappily admitted.

She only kissed his cheek for her sorrows and walked away, knowing that they couldn't talk right now in this situation.

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"Harley..." Joker sighed. "I just don't think Batman even cares about us anymore. " He said while focusing on the job at hand. He tied up one of the newest additions to Arkham in rope, hoping to give him a little rug burn as Harley grabbed tape to put over his mouth to keep him from screaming.

"Do you mean us Puddin'?" Harley was curious to know if he was planning on revving up their relationship a little.

"Wh-why am I here? How did you even get to me!?" The hostage stammered. His voice was muffled by some of the tape wrapping over his mouth and he was spitting it out.

"Don't eat it!" Harley mumbled as she rolled onto him to get a better angle.

"No, no, NO. Not you brat, I was talking about me and Batman." Ignoring him, he stifled a whine coming from the man below him.

"Oh," Harley grumbled.

"If he thinks he can just recruit as many Robins as he can to keep him company, then I feel like I haven't been pushing my side of the relationship enough." Harley stepped off the man as Joker rolled him onto his back and tied up a big knot.

"But what about US Puddin'? I've been a very good girlfriend right baby?"

Joker didn't answer her as she dragged the body out into the hall and threw him into an empty cart waiting outside.

"What are you going to do to me!?" the hostage shrieked. The rope was cutting off some of the circulation of air to his lungs, in his haste the Joker must have tied the rope too tight.