Sugar

Make Me Laugh

Oswald limped through his escort line on the way back to his cell silently.  He was pushed to the back by the other inmates to be harassed by the officer in the back named Troy.  Troy liked to kick behind the knees of the inmates as they walked to their cells, sometimes dislocating knees, and causing serious injuries...other times, it was kicks to the back or smacks to the ear.

So when Oswald was snatched by tow bug inmates from the line, Troy laughed, shook his head, and kept walking.  

A bag was thrown over Oswald's head as his stomach plummeted, expecting the worst for his future with the two large men on either side of him dragging him.  He was struggling of course, but that did nothing against the two brutes that had managed to lay him down on something before he felt multiple hands.

The bag was suddenly ripped off his head as he found himself on a table.  He looked around frantically at the people surrounding him as he stood above them on the table.  That's when he spotted Jerome and Harley sitting in front of him.  The ginger seated in the center surrounded by his fanbase, his legs apart, making room for the tiny blonde between his legs that sat with her legs crossed, leaning back against her lover.  Jerome's hands sat on his lap, bent at the elbows impatiently/

"What do you want?"  Oswald whispers out in fear. 

"I told ya Pengy.  I'm gonna cure you of this sad sad mopey act."  Jerome says.  "And the best cure, is the laughing cure,"  Jerome growls out, his hands tugging at Harley's pigtails subconsciously.  

"Harley, get the popcorn."  Jerome says softly to his doll as she obediently rises, running over to the table, grabbing the large cardboard bucket, and scurrying back to Jerome.  She hands him the bucket, sitting back down between his legs in her position.

"Make me laugh,"  Jerome says darkly.  Harley giggles quietly already in anticipation.

"MAKE HIM LAUGH, MAKE HIM LAUGH,"  The fans begin to chant as Jerome raises a hand to stop them.

"So what will you be performing?"  Jerome questions aloud, tilting his head down at his Harley. 

"What would you like to see, princess?"  He asks her. Harley cranes her neck up at her joker, squinting her eyes in thought.

"Contortionism? Juggling act?"  Jerome offers, still looking down at her.  That's when an idea popped into Harley's head that she quiet enjoyed.

"How about a Clown Dance?"  She offers, a smirk forming on her wicked lips as Oswald's eyes widened in fear.

"Wonderful, dollface!"  Jerome praises, kissing the top of Harley's pretty little head, right between her pigtails.

"I will not!"  Oswald shouts as two of Jerome's henchmen begin to approach him, carrying the costume Harley had ordered.  Jerome began to scuff down popcorn watching the show of dressing Oswald unfold.  Harley tugged lightly on his pant leg, demanding a smither of his attention.

"J?"  She asks quietly.  Jerome continues chewing nonchalantly as he directs his attention onto Harley with a closed lip smile.

"May I have some?"  She asks with big, wide blue eyes.  Jerome simply couldn't resist the look she had learned to conjure, and dumped a handful of popcorn into her awaiting styrofoam cup she had gotten from the lunch room.

"Thank you,"  She says politely, beginning to eat what he gave her.

"Of course, princess.  You've been oh so good lately, you deserve a reward for later."  Jerome promises, turning his eyes back to Oswald with a smile.  Harley's heart flutters with excitement as she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"In your own time,"  Jerome says, waving a hand at Oswald.  He stood on the table still, dressed ridiculously in a dress of some sort from the Asylum, with a giant red polka-dot bowtie, and 3 red fluff balls going down the center of the outfit.

"You have no idea how much I've suffered, the betrayals I've endured, just leave me alone,"  Oswald whimpers.  Harley paused her chewing, feeling suddenly pity for him, looking down at the floor to avert his gaze.

"Leave me alone,"  Oswald begs.  But Jerome wasn't having any of it. 

"Cut!"  He jokes, setting the bucket of popcorn gently onto Harley's lap, her eyes lighting up at the treat as she holds it obediently.

Jerome stands, being careful not to hit his Harley as he does so, and takes 3 long strides over to Oswald with a deep sigh.

"Oswald, Oswald, Oswald,"  Jerome whisper's, stepping up onto the chairs to be eye to eye with the trembling man.

"You are trapped, in a prison, in here,"  Jerome says, extending a finger to poke harshly at Oswald's forehead, making him flinch and groan at the touch.

"And I'm offering the key,"  Jerome says, making gun fingers on the side of Oswald's temple and twisting it like a key in a lock.  Oswald jumps, whimpering loudly. 

"And ya see, what my Harley wants, she gets,"  Jerome adds, stepping down from the chair, but still keeping eye contact with Oswald. 

"Sooo, dance!"  Jerome laughs, splaying out his jazz-hands as Oswald was then poked relentlessly by wooden sticks. Oswald's shoes squeaking every step her took as the sticks poked every bit of him sore and he desperately tried to dodge them.  Harley watched in amusement, all her pity disappearing when the popcorn was placed in her lap.  

"Now we're talkin!"  Jerome shouts over the wrestling.  "I can feel the funny comin!"  He mocks.

"Here comes the funny!"  Jerome smiles, standing out with his arms wide.  It was then when Harley was watching Oswald very closely, did she see the anger flash.  Acting on her hunch quickly she stood, leaving the popcorn behind and made her way to Jerome, who was abut 5 feet away.  On her way, she grabbed a stick from one of the dummies they had used, and armed herself with it behind Jerome.  Just as Oswald let out a war cry and jumped from the table attacking Jerome, Harley stepped in front of him, swinging with her stick, knocking Oswald to the dirty concrete floor.

Jerome thanked Harley by a light pat to the head as she stepped back to give him room.  Jerome leaning over the shaken Penguin, and glared down disappointed. 

"Fred Astaire you are not."  He says bored before kicking Oswald across the face roughly, before turning his back to let the inmates have their way with him.

"We'll try again tomorrow, come Harley.  It's time for your reward,"  He says, looking to her and outstretching his arm for her to take.  Harley smiles, looping her arm in his, throwing the wooden stick off behind her to be well forgotten as he guided her back to their shared cell.