#9 Joker/ Where's my Harley?

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My patience was running thin but going to solitary wasn't an option for me.

Every inch of me was being harassed and assaulted by rough hands that were desperate to take my measurements. "Don't." I growled, my short breaths catching in my throat.

"Thinner than last time." A woman spoke

"By exactly six pounds."

"Last time he was here he weighed 192 lbs"

The flashing lights of cameras going off prevented me from choking one of the staff. No scratch that, all of the staff.

"Stop that!" My voice was husky, my eyes glassy from staring at the bright lights.

A hand grabbed me by my junk.

That's it!


"What the fuck!" I shouted my voice raspy a look of terror on all of their faces.

"T-that was a-an accident..." The nurse swallowed

"Restrain him." A male said

"Don't forget about the clothes."

"Dip-shits..." I mumbled under my breath as I was dressed

Walking out my eyes met with that nurses once again "Don't ever and I mean ever touch my sausage? Got it!"

She nodded trying to scurry past me.

I stopped her chuckling deeply. "Oh no, no, no...we're not done yet."

The other staff had wondered off down the halls of Arkham preparing for movie night. "Yes Joker?"

I wanted to laugh and spit in her face but alas I didn't, she was quivering like a leaf in the wind. "Mine." I pointed to my genitals, "Yours!" My middle finger caused a gasp to escape her lips.

My menacing grin spread ear to ear "Why are you still here?"

No words left her mouth as she walked away.

Good.

I was beyond glad that my long limbs were no longer confined by the tight straight jacket as after my session with the doctor, and the annoying physical checkup they allowed me to go to the common room.

"Joker." A low voice said behind me

I twirled around on my heels, hands in my orange jumpsuit, eyes narrowing to slits.

"And what do I owe the honor of talking to such a handsome fella like yourself?" Cheekly I smiled watching his face scrunch up in disgust.

"You touch her you die." He stated.

Plane and simple.

"So you're the repulsive boyfriend who happens to be the new guard, oh what a treat!" My melodic laughter bounced off the walls off the empty hall.

He's the guy that told me to hurry the fuck up when I got thrown out of the police car.

"Do you understand? I won't play nice next time."

"Yesir!" I mocked him, efficiently taking my right hand out of my pocket and placing it on my forehead as if we were in the military.

I saluted him as he strolled fast down the hallway, obviously annoyed at my reaction. Apparently my doctor whom I didn't know the name of had an obnoxious boyfriend. Ew.

"What a day." I called out huffing as all eyes in the room that I had entered were on me. "Watcha staring at bozos?"

The room was silent except for the shuffling of the guards and staff whom were preparing a movie. "Everyone get back to what you're doing!" A doctor called from the crowd, I remembered him as Doctor Smith. A guy who's family I'd killed so he had nothing to lose by crossing me, except of course, his life.

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