Second place winner in the Nexus Easter awards.
Harleen Quinzel is a smart, young doctor working at Arkham Asylum. She has worked with supervillains such as Poison Ivy, and the Riddler. But when Bruce Wayne insists on having her take on the Joker...
The Joker was vibrating with rage. Mateo could almost see the gears of retribution turning in his head. The boss was planning something and whatever it was would only get him put in the pit.
"Boss, you need to calm down. If they zap you again I gotta call the doc. And we don't want that, do we?"
Joker heard Mateo but wasn't listening. All he could think about was his doll touching Bruce. How she had practically been in his lap. How easy it was for her to slip on that sultry voice, and play with him. Joker wondered if she thought she could play him as easily as she did the Bat.
"Yessss." He hissed. "Let's call doll face, I need to set her straight."
Mateo knew that tone. If the doc was here now the Joker would do more than set her straight. He would punish her so bad he would scare her away. Whether Mateo liked to admit it or not, the doc was good for his boss. Pushing her away now would hurt the Joker more than it would Dr. Quinzel.
He needed to reason with a man who didn't understand the meaning of the word. Mateo knew this could get him in trouble but for the doc he would chance it. Hell, if he was being honest, he was trying to get her to want to be a part of their pack.
"Didn't you see how tired she was this morning?"
Mateo had meant it to calm him. To show him that Dr. Quinzel needed to rest. Not to have to rush back here because the Joker couldn't control his jealous rage.
Joker didn't see it that way. Mateo's question set him off further. It called to light that he hadn't been doing a good enough job taking care of her.
Of course he had seen how tired she was. The Joker took pride in knowing how those who belonged to him were. In knowing all about them, where they were, who they were with, their likes, and dislikes. And make no mistake, Dr. Quinzel belonged to him.
"Because she was up all night entering the playboy. Can you imagine the things that brute would do to a little thing like my doll?"
He was seething. Images of Harley sprawled beneath Batsy played on a continuous loop in his mind. One of the images actually had Bruce in his fucking spandex and his doll at his feet mewling like a kitten. Just begging for Bruce to take her.
Grabbing fistfuls of his green hair he tried to stop the slide show, but to no avail. His growl at these thoughts built slowly. Like the low rumble of a volcano before it erupts. Trying to control his building rage, he clenched and unclenched his fists.
Mateo knew he had to do something and fast. "Look, boss."
Shoving the cell phone back in the Joker's face he rewound the video. Stopping on the part where she had stuck up for him. Where the doc had called Wayne out on his shit. He snatched the phone and cradled it like a baby bird in his cupped hands. Instantly the Joker calmed at the sight.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty little doll. Sticking up for her Mr. J." He chuckled, stroking her image on the screen.
Yes she did. But she still needs to be punished for touching the Bat.
Joker agreed with the voice. Harleen could not go around flirting with other men. It didn't matter that he had seen through her act. No woman who belonged to him would get away with touching someone else. And his doll had broken the no touching rule big time.
"Tell Johnny I have another gift for my doll."
"Come on boss. I'll get ya back to your cell and you can tell me all about it on the way."
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