Descent

Chapter 27

The ward was quiet except for the low building cackle of the Joker. For the last few hours he would laugh uncontrollably for minutes on end and then grow quiet. Only to begin the process all over again. Most of the intimates who were on the ward had covered their heads with their pillows to block out the maddening sound.

He hadn't slept more than 6 hours in the last week and it was starting to wear him out. After years of insomnia he should have been able to deal with it. If he didn't have any other problems it would have been a piece of cake. But with the Dissociated identity disorder he suffered from, his sleeplessness only made the voices grow louder.

There was also the little issue of Dr. Quinzel not having seen him privately. The Joker was loathed to admit that he needed to see her. Seeing Harleen was the only thing that seemed to keep his mania in check.

"Where are you, doll?" He whispered into the darkness around him.

"Home I would assume." Oswald spoke from the cell across the hall.

The Joker slid from his cot and sauntered over to the bars, his bare feet not making a sound as he moved. Even in the darkness of the asylum he could make out the Penguin watching him from the far corner of his cell.

His little dip in the chemicals did more than just bleach his skin and turn his hair green. Although most would argue his swim had made him insane. The Joker knew that his accident only enhanced his senses. For instance his eyesight was as good in the dark as it was in bright sunlight.

"And what would you know of it, Ozzie?" The Joker's voice was horse.

"She looked exhausted today in our session. And Riddles thought the same after their meeting as well." Oswald said off handedly.

"Riddles?" He rasped.

Ozzie could see his eyes shimmering in the darkness. He knew that look, it meant heads were about to roll. Oh what fun,he thought to himself. Maybe he would be able to finally push the Joker over the edge and into the abyss of insanity permanently.

There was only room for one king in Gotham and Oswald wouldn't share the throne with anyone. Especially the insane clown and his poses of hooligans. Crime needed to be handled with a certain finesse. Something that Chuckles lacked in his constant need for chaos.

He stood and moved closer to the bars, affecting an air of indifference. "Sure. He was leaving the doctor's office when I was arriving today for my session."

Tapping his chin he continued. "As a matter of fact the doc seemed awfully worried about Eddie's well being. Is she like that with all her patients? Or just the ones she considers attractive?"

A low guttural growl resounded from the Joker's chest. "It seems doll face can't remember the rules."

"Rules?" Ozzie asked with an air of innocence.

But the Joker wasn't aware of him anymore. All he knew was that she had once again broke the no touching rule. He was sure if it.

Of course he wasn't there to witness it. But knowing his doll the way he did, the Joker knew her bleeding heart would have her checking Riddles for injuries.

Running her fingers over his bruised cheeks. Making him take his shirt off again. The Joker could almost see her gently prodding Riddles ribs to make sure they were healing. The more he thought about it the more his ire rose.

There is no way we are letting this slide. Is there, J?

No. Her disobedience had just bought that puzzle spewing douche bag another beating. As soon as they let him out of here and into general population he would make Riddles last beating look like a picnic.