Impulse

Jealousy

The Joker's eyes were burning like hell fire when he woke in his cell and his bones ached like he'd just been given a good thrashing from Bats. He opened his eyes cautiously the harsh light turning his pupils to pin pricks.

"Urgh, for God sake." Laying on his cot, the Joke pulled his sore body up into a sitting position. Rubbing his head, he started to go over the events that had just occurred.

"Why didn't I just kill the Bitch? Yeah I'd be in solitary for 4 weeks but would of been totally worth it. Where the hell did she get off talking to me like that huh? Stupid cow, thinks she's all high and mighty sitting there, with her tight shirt, fancy shoes, short skirt... No.. No.. FOCUS! You hate her man, she even had the cheek to smirk in your face! I will enjoy the day when I can break her little neck... 'Snap', she wont even know what's hit her. Or maybe I'll kill her slowly... Watch those bright blue eyes turn to glass under my hand.

The Joker was pulled out of his murderous thoughts when he heard talking outside of his cell. From what he could tell, it was Sam and another guard.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she quit being his Doctor, I mean, did you see what that Clown did? He almost killed her." The Guard spoke to Sam leaning against Joker's cell.

She wouldn't quit now... she's in to deep.

"Yeah..." Sam muttered.

"What's wrong man? I thought you'd be happy that you finally got to shock the bastard." The orderly nudged Sam on the shoulder. "I know I would be."

"I am man. Don't get me wrong, I'd like nothing more than to beat the shit out of him after what he did to Doctor Quinzel, but.."

"But what? I've got your back, no one would know." He assured him.

"Nah, Harleen – I mean Doctor Quinzel would never forgive me... Man it's hard enough getting her to like me as it is." Sam shrugged.

"Look dude, I'm not being funny but she's way outta your league. Did ya' know she threw over Bruce Wayne, I mean Bruce fucking WAYNE! Multi-Millionaire, playboy.. the list is endless man."

"Ooohhhhh this is interesting! So she dated Bruce Wayne eh?" The Joker chuckled, as he listened in further.

"Yeah, yeah I know who he is," Sam snapped. "I just can't stop thinking about her, she's smart, independent, strong, not to mention beautiful."

"Tell me about it." J rolled his eyes.

"She's bad news Sam, I've seen her type before, she flutters her eyelashes and shows a bit of leg to get her way to the top... How else do you think she graduated so young?" The guard shifted his eyes towards the Joker. "How else do ya' think she got Gotham's most wanted as her patient, she's only had the post for 2 months for Christ sake."

J growled at his remark. The Joker pulled himself up off the bed and walked over to the glass, neither of the Guards noticing his movements. He tapped his finger onto the cool surface.

"Excuse me Gentlemen, I couldn't help but overhear your little chat." He grinned.

"Can it Clown, it's none of your business." Sam spat

"Oh but you see, it is... She's my Doctor after all." Joker purred. "My lovely little Doc."

"Not for long, freak." The unnamed Guard snapped.

Joker's fists tensed. "If only it wasn't for this glass, I'd break your face buddy. Mmm? How so?" He grinned flashing that, oh so familiar grill.

"Do you honestly think she's gunna want to keep treating you after that little stunt you pulled?"

"She will. She loved it." He glanced over at Sam, seeing his face change into pure anger. "She was begging for it until you apes came in..."