The Joker Imagines

-7-

Plot: Your kidnapped by Joker and plan to fight fire with fire P.2

Which Joker: Jack Nicholson

Warning/s: Use of Chloroform,

Requested by: @Madamance

It had been my plan all along; to fight fire with fire... for 4 years now I had been stuck in this place. I hadn't even managed to come up with the slightest idea on how I could get out, but now, right in front of me was the perfect...

"Hey hun, I have a few quick errands to run, around the house. How about you go out and have some fun?" I suggested with a wink.

"Sure, kitten. Whatever you need." he replied, winking back.

"Thanks Mr. J" I purred, placing a peck on his cheek as he left.

"Anything for you, doll." he retorted.

"Have fun" I rushed, waving my hand in dismissal.

"Bye sweets" he finished, walking out to attend to the usual (terrifying the shit out of the people of Gotham pointlessly, only to be stopped by The Bat).

He was gone, now it was time to get this party started...

"Goons, I need 2 cups of all-purpose flour, 3/4 cup of sugar, 3/4 cup of butter, 2 eggs, 2 teaspoons of vanilla and 1/4 teaspoon of fine salt. I'm making sugar cookies. I'll also need different colors of royal icing. And get me some baking utensils and a variety of cookie cutters!"

"Yes Miss (Y/N)"

Once the goons had left, I pulled the small bottle out of my pocket which was fabricated out of stained green glass; poison.

Ten minutes later, the goons returned with all the previously requested items.

"Here you are, Miss (Y/N). Is there anything else?"

"I think I have everything I need... aside some peace and quiet while I bake. Would you mind leaving so I can concentrate? I pour my heart and soul into my recipes, and I work best alone."I assured them.

"But what if something happens? Or you try to escape or..." one of the two imbeciles rambled.

I gave him a questioning look.

"Sorry, Miss (Y/N)."

The goons then just stood, there as I began to combine the dry ingredients together..

"Should we leave?" one of the goons finally inquired, looking about to be sure he avoided eye contact.

"Please do."

"Okay, uh yeah. We'll be going now."

More rambling?

I continued to mix the ingredients as I began singing what would soon become m y anthem of victory.

"One, two, melatonin's coming for you

Three, four, baby won't you lock your door?

Five, six... I'm done with this

Seven, eight, it's getting late

Close your eyes and sleep for days,

Hush little baby, drink your spoiled milk

I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled..."

I sighed dreamily, adding the poison... how fitting...