Ivy sat with the Joker, next to his bed. In her hand was a deck of alphabet flash cards meant for preschoolers. The Joker finds them to be rather undignified of a man like himself. He knew his damn ABC's. He knew his thoughts. He could even read at his former level, which wasn't fucking kindergarten. He just couldn't seem to get his speech back. He found it to be more than frustrating. He could make noises, even laugh, but words failed him.
"Ok J," Ivy draws a card, "Oh look, your favorite letter, J." Ivy then slowly demonstrated how to position his mouth to make the sound.
The Joker frowns and just stares at her, completely unblinking. This seemed so damn stupid to him. He felt like he would wake up one morning with it all just there. He's already far surpassed Jake's expectations. He just wished he could just get out of bed, walk out, steal a car, go to his penthouse, tell Jason a few choice words, kill him, and get on with his life.
"Come on J," Ivy sighs, "You're not even trying today."
The Joker raises his hand and slowly raises his middle finger at her, telling her exactly what she could do with her little flash cards.
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He didn't feel like this today. It was too frustrating not being able to get his mouth and body in sync with his now tumor free brain. Especially when he's distracted by the mess that is his life.
"Fine," Ivy throws the cards down, "suit yourself, don't try. It's just going to take you longer to get better," she carelessly shrugs. It was really more of a reverse psychology technique. And it wasn't lost on the Joker, he saw precisely what she was doing. And he wasn't having it.
The door opens and Jake enters the room. He smiles at Ivy, "And how's the speech therapy going today?" He approached the bed side.
"He's refusing to try today," Ivy says with a scowl. She aimed it solely at the Joker.
Jake nods and clears his throat, "J, I know how frustrating this must all be for you, but if you don't at least try, it'll delay your recovery," Jake tells him.
The Joker raises a green brow. Again he raises his fist. This time he flips off Jake. He didn't give a shit about therapy. His mind was too preoccupied with stewing over ways to kill Jason. He wants to do it slowly, but he's fairly sure that he'll be too mad and rush it. The little shit deserved slow and painful for what he had done to his wife. What he had done was unforgivable. It was a death sentence in the Joker's eyes.
Jake frowns, the voice in his head telling him to punch his brother in the face. To punch him over and over until he finds it in himself to say stop. He looks at Ivy, "Could you leave me with my brother please?" He politely asks.
"Gladly," Ivy sighs and stands. She stares at the Joker a moment and shakes her head in exasperation. He had a way of easily pissing her off, especially when she's just trying to help him.
Once Ivy's gone Jake turns to the Joker. "Look J, you've been rather unproductive since you found out about Jason. I realize you're angry. Your mind is probably pretty consumed by him. Yeah?" He finds himself easily relating to the situation.
