Don't Fall in Love

Lose Control

Ivy told Joker everything.

Every bit of detail she knew about Scarlett . Normally, she'd keep these things away from him but she knew the clown was adamant on helping her. Somehow. Even in his darkly demented ways, Ivy recognized that she wouldn't make it if the clown didn't intervene.

"Now that you know about her, I need to know the game plan." Ivy said.

Joker stopped and looked at the beauty before him. Implementing her services could be beneficial to him.

"Exactly a week from now, I was planning a break out. But from the inside." He said.

"And how would you manage that? We're their lab rats." Ivy said.

"Not quite." Joker smirked, watching Ivy carefully as he was about to break the news. "Your beloved Harleen happens to be completely head over heels for a patient here..you could say they've even consummated their love for one another. Well...her love. She's just a pawn," He grinned as he watched her face twist in disgust.

"Oh my god! How...how could she?!" Ivy exclaimed in disbelief.

"Oh, she's pretty good, I'll give her that ahahaha!" He laughed out, causing Ivy to groan and look away.

"But..you said she's just a pawn." Ivy repeated.

"During our last...meeting, she told me she had a plan to break me out. But under the condition that she and I would be together. It's not beyond her, or me for that matter, to reach a selfish resolution, but I'm afraid i've made my choice." He said grimly.

"Which is?"

"I'll have her retrieve my men with an elaborate blueprint of the asylum. I'll even have her break me out and lead me to safety, somewhere no one can track me. But then she'll find herself in a ditch for all eternity." He said.

"Are you crazy?! Oh god, look who I'm asking...What makes you think this is going to work?" Ivy asked.

"Better than losing the few fragments of my sanity staring at the walls. Besides, I have my businesses to run. I used to own Gotham, Pammy, OWN IT! Now that ol' uncle Jokey's locked up, why don't we prance in and take over his turf?!" He slammed his fists down in anger.

Ivy stared at him puzzled. "How even do you know all this? Tell me you have someone on the outside." Ivy asked.

"It's the doctor. Her infidelity to her profession has been the perfect resource. She's so cock thirsty that she's forgotten all angles of reason, which works just fine for me." Joker chuckled. "I get my kicks too and it's cheaper than a stripper. AND I get information on my territory? Oh Pammy, it's bliss."

"Good to know," Ivy sighed. "I just can't believe it. Harleen? Fawning over you?" She glared at him. "I don't see it. Besides, what aboutScarlett ?"

"I'm taking her with me." He said plainly.

"With you? How do you propose to do that? She's locked away on a different floor and she's under maximum security. Quite frankly, I'm surprised they even let her come to the new greenhouse they built." Ivy sighed.

"Maximum security?" Joker asked a little surprised. "Not even I am under maximum security."

"Tell me about it. Harleen was completely different around her too."

"You noticed too... But my plans for Scarlett come into fruition right before we break out of here." Joker said.

"Don't involve me, clown, and don't you dare let harm befall that innocent girl." Ivy warned.

"You saw the way she manipulated that guard, do you really think she's innocent? Far from it. I've seen girls like her, they're even more enticing in bed." Joker said licking his lips. "A woman who uses her female influence as she did isn't innocent, Pammy. I'm sure you know a thing or two about that." He grinned.

Ivy sighed as she looked towards the direction that Scarlett was dragged away.

"Fine," She bit.

He stood up and proceeded to walk to one of the guards.
"Where are you going?" Ivy asked confused.

"Remember? I have a session with the good doctor," he chuckled darkly as his wrists and ankles were restrained. He was led away from the dining hall and straight towards the doctors office. 

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(Scarlett    POV)

My heart beat against my chest with such uncomfortable vigor, I almost felt like it would explode. My first instinct was to struggle against the men holding me down. They held my wrists and ankles tightly, pushing me down onto the examining chair. Screams of opposition ripped through my throat while they strapped me down. I couldn't move.

My heart sank.

I didn't want to go through this again. What was my crime? What had I done?

Didn't I have some leeway to practice opposing a certain medication? Dosage? Method?

Anything?

I wanted to throw up when I heard the sickeningly familiar whirring of the electroshock machine.

"No!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. "I haven't done anything! Please don't do this!" My voice shook as hot tears stung my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I would have given anything not to be there. I wish I could go back to Ivy.

And him.

Those piercing eyes. I felt a wave of calm wash over me.

Just as quickly as panic had set in, comfort had overtaken me. I was quiet now. Completely still. I just froze and I could feel their eyes on me, looking down at my weakened state in confusion.

A figure in white stood over me, her face covered in a mask. Through my tears I could make out blonde strands of hair, hardened eyes, and two paddles she now held up to my face.

My vision blurred as she brought them closer to me.

"Please, Dr. Quinzel," I pleaded faintly. It wouldn't matter. Before she could proceed, she looked over at one of the nurses standing next to my lying form and nodded. I felt a leather strap forced into my mouth.

"Wouldn't wanna break your pretty teeth, princess," she said mockingly.

The last thing I remember was biting down on the strap as electricity began to flow through my temples.
And then, darkness.

(Normal POV)

The Joker was stopped outside the door. He heard nothing but silence as he was instructed to wait for Dr. Quinzel. The guard responsible for leading him to the room had his grip tightly on the handcuffs on his wrists.
The joker found the door to the medical room was ajar and he was able to peek inside. Just enough.
And his heart sank as he saw Dr. Quinzel looking down at a defenseless Scarlett . The way the doctor looked menacingly at her, the way a leather strap was shoved into her mouth.

The cold look in the doctors eyes as she administered shock therapy.

Scarlett's cold form. Just lying there.
Taking it.
Too tired to react. Or exist.

He felt his anger peak, his breathing quickened. He was panting now, trying desperately to calm himself.
But the voices in his head were too demanding now.
Telling him to lose control.

And he did.