Descent

Chapter 6

The walk back to his cell was a long one, and being dragged by his new least favorite person was adding to the Joker's mounting rage.

Arkham Asylum liked to house inmates like him in the West wing, deep in the oldest part of the place. Far from those who willingly admitted themselves for help.

It would look bad if they housed the crazy's next to the spoiled socialites who over-indulged in drugs and booze. Joker scoffed to himself, as he had told Dr. Quinzel, they were all insane, and some just embraced it better than others.

He allowed his muscles to go slack, and that piece of shit Briggs to think he was going to play nice. What he had planned would be anything but nice for the guard. Of course Mr. J would enjoy himself immensely. Or so he hoped, for all the trouble he knew his next move would get him into.

What was extra time in the jacket? It was all the same to him. One way or the other the Joker would get out of Arkham. They could lock him in an oubliette and throw away the key but his men would still come for him.

"The doc ain't going to like it when she hears you pulled a fast one." Greg groused.

That had the Joker perking up. So Briggs thought Dr. Quinzel was a pushover. That she was going to buy the shit he was selling. She hadn't bought his lies and he was a master manipulator. Just the thought made the Joker want to cackle like a wild hyena.

Briggs gave an annoyed huff. "Take her down a peg. She thinks she can be a bitch to me, but treat pieces of shit like this all sweet." To emphasize his point he smacked the Joker hard in the back of the head.

Oh his screams would echo so well off the tiled walls. Joker had to agree with the voice in his head this time.

"Maybe she isn't into perverts?" Joker spoke as if he was only commenting on the weather.

Briggs stiffened at the mad man's comment. Was the little bitch running her mouth to this crazy fucker? Did she think he would keep her safe? Because he didn't doubt that the crackpot before him would rip Harleen apart given half the chance.

Without warning Briggs spun the Joker around and shoved him against the cold tile wall. Eyeing him with contempt. He had to wonder just what the hell the doctor saw in people like this. How she had stuck up for this freak only pissed him off further. Maybe she was into kinky shit, and this pasty ass bastard got her panties in a twist.

"What's it to ya, pretty boy?"

Only another reason to rip your hands from your body. Yes J agreed with that sinister voice.

Rolling his head from side to side the Joker let his eerie laugh spill from his lips. "Ha, ha, ha."

Greg stiffened beside them. He knew that laugh all too well. Greg had been here during the last jailbreak the Joker committed. He had nightmares for months after that. All the gore and the Joker just standing amongst it laughing as if he hadn't unleashed hell on earth.

"What do you find so funny, freak?" Briggs punctuated each word with a jab of his finger to the Joker's shoulder.

"Hum..." He purred. "That you, with all your normalcy can't get her all hot and bothered."

Joker spat the word normalcy as if it were a curse. He could actually feel the beast inside rising to the fore. The monster that hadn't surfaced until he had failed to save those he loved. Dr. Quinzel should hear his thoughts; she would have her answer then. Mr. J had been with him from when he was seven.

In this moment he would give Mr. J full reign. Because there was no way he was going to let this fat bastard go unscathed for touching his doctor. No, another person who belonged to him would not be harmed if Mr. J had a say in it.