Impulse

Apology

The Jokers 24 hours in Solitary was finally over. To him it had felt like days, weeks even. Despite the Joker not being the most sociable of inmates, eating dry crackers and being constricted to a straight jacket wasn't his idea of fun. Let alone the occasional beatings from Guards.

J could give just as good as he got, but at the moment he had a bigger, better plan forming in his mind and he wasn't going to let a moment of pure blind rage jeopardise that... Not yet anyway.

The Joker hadn't had a therapy session since the 'incident', which in his opinion was still worth it, he got to see that fear in her eyes. The fear he longed for. The more he replayed that moment in his head, the more he began to realise that she needed to be broken out of this hell hole, as much as he did.

He could still see the little spark of longing behind her blue Brooklyn eyes, It wasn't just the initial fear and shock that he saw, but there was something else.. The urge to fight back, the urge to beat him at his own game... And above all else, the undeniable submission form her, Doctor Quinzel was more than just a piece of skirt all wrapped up in a white coat, she had the same wiring as him. Maybe not as powerful, but the signs were there. He could see it, even if she couldn't. He could feel it when he grabbed her neck, the way her throat constricted around his palm.

Why didn't he kill her? If it was anyone else he would've... J told himself that it was because he wanted to play with his food fist, see what it was made out of before swallowing it whole.

She's an inmate too, just on the other side of the glass.

Suddenly Jerry had approached the glass, clearing his throat. Joke was being moved back to his normal cell today, well as 'normal' as an Asylum can get anyway.

"Morning boss, I'm err, moving you back to your old cell. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my things." He chuckled. "So tell me Jerry, Isn't there meant to be another buffoon escorting me as well?"

"Well boss, since the whole incident and what happened to your face, lets just say, nobody is jumping at the chance to see ya'." Jerry slid his card through the lock and pushed the door open fully, inviting the Joker to step out without causing a fuss.

"How rude." He moaned, with a slight giggle. "Well, Since we have this rare opportunity of a one to one, do you have anymore information on the good Ol' Doc?"

"Nothing much really Boss. Though, Sam is sweet on her, he asked her out yesterday. Oh, and she sold her Mini cooper, That was a bit odd, I got the feeling she was attached to it. She err, rocked up on a Motorbike this morning a Harley Davidson of all things!"

"I tell ya, that girl keeps on surprising me Jerry." He grinned at the thought of his Doctor wearing bike leathers. "What's this about Sammy eh? Did He finally grow some balls and ask her out?"

Please tell me she said no.

"Well boss, here's the thing, I kinda, well I kinda think-"

"Spit it out for God's sake man." Joker spat.

"Yes Boss, Sorry Boss. I hate to be the bringer of bad news but, I think he kinda wore her down in the end." Jerry explained.

"So..."

"She said yes Boss, they're going out for dinner Friday night, Sam won't shut up about it."

Oh they are, are they? We'll see.

"Well, we'll have to see about that then won't we Jezzer." He was angry now, Sam was no competition, but anyone that distracted his Doc's attention was a dead man walking. His plan would have to wait. This man needed to die and fast.