Don't Fall in Love

Blackmail

The doctor adjusted her glasses, looking at her patient in confusion.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who you're referring to," she replied coldly.

The joker grinned and narrowed his eyes in warning to her.
"Don't play dumb with me...you know exactly who I'm referring to. You should know better than that, doctor Quinzel...."

The doctors heart beat hard against her chest as she remembered the way he looked at the woman in her cell not too long ago.

"The new patient.." she muttered.

"There you go, AHAHAHA! I'd knew you'd remember!" The Joker laughed out, feeling his anger rise. She was playing dumb, he knew that much. He'd break her yet.

"She's unstable." She blurted without much thought.

"We're all a little unstable in here doctor, try again," he hissed.

"That's...confidential, Mister J," the doctor gulped feeling herself getting more and more nervous. She knew better than to lie to this particular patient but for now he was still under her control, he couldn't harm her in any way. Right?

"Doctor...you're trying my patience..." The Joker's voice was higher now and he tapped his foot quickly against the concrete beneath him. He could feel the cold metal of the cuffs digging into his skin but he didn't feel the pain, just the discomfort.

"Look, I have made an oath as a doctor to withhold confidential information about my patients to anyone. I could get in serious trouble just muttering her name," the doctor said without thinking. She mentally berated herself for speaking out against him, knowing the punishment would be severe if he ever got loose again, but she was seething at the thought of the new patient. Mister J was hers, and hers alone. She wouldn't cede him over to him without a fight.

She had invested too much of her emotions and too much risk into this relationship.

"And yet it's completely acceptable to spread your legs for me, doctor?" The Joker grinned.

He delighted in the way her face twisted in surprise at his words.

Blackmail. Of course! She hadn't thought of that...

She was silent, looking down at her fidgeting hands, her mind racing.

She had no choice but to lie.

With a sigh, she looked up at him, her face completely stoic.

"She was brought in yesterday morning. Her name is Scarlett and she is extremely volatile. So violent, in fact, that her body is littered in scars and bruises. Don't be fooled by that pretty face, there's a reason she uses that facade: to get her way. We have had to inject her constantly to keep her sedated but that still didn't stop her from seducing one of the guards. We caught him stealing one of the head doctor's keys and going to her cell. Needless to say he was fired and arrested on the spot.

And that's why we had to take a different course of action. I prescribed her a full course of electroshock therapy." Doctor Harleen lied.

The Joker couldn't believe what he was hearing. A full course of shock therapy? That was a death sentence.

Not even he was exposed to that much, being the scary murderous clown he was. And the shock therapy he'd receive would leave him useless and weak, confused for days. Like a potato. Braindead. He couldn't fathom what they'd do to someone so...delicate and seemingly innocent.

He felt his body heat up at her words. He should have been turned on by her evil, cunning ways but Scarlett's screams were on repeat in his head and for some reason he wanted nothing more than to wring the doctor's neck.

Harleen noticed his expression and felt her heart dropped. Why?

Why was he so concerned about her? He wasn't capable to care about anything except for the doctor...right?

Without a word, the doctor pushed the button on her desk and the door was opened, revealing several guards walking in to take the Joker back. Once he was pulled out of the room without a word, he noticed the screams were gone. It was silent, deathly silent.

Uncomfortably silent.

He didn't like the silence. Walking past the room, he peered inside briefly and saw it was empty. He took in a sharp breath and turned away quickly. His eyes narrowed as his vision blurred.

Once he reached his cell, his eyes desperately scanned the cell ahead of his but it had been emptied. He sat slowly on his cot, his eyes glued to the cell ahead, recalling the session he had had with Dr. Quinzel. He was too smart, too coy not to figure out that the doctor had been lying. He wouldn't settle for her fallacies.

It felt like he had just undergone shock therapy himself. The confusion he felt about Scarlett's whereabouts and why he was feeling a certain way about her rattled him. He slammed his fist on his cot, repeatedly, in rage until they turned into punches. His panting turned to groans which turned into a fit of laughter.