Gotham's Angel of death

Time to talk

The loud and obnoxious buzzer went off, and the door to the hallway of a maximum security cell opened. The hall was cold but tolerable. There was only one door in sight. The one at the end of the hall, the one that contained that psychotic son of a bitch.

After making it down the hall I was able to look through the tiny glass widow on the door. There was the joker sitting in his chair giddily. As if he was expecting someone. Most likely bats. Make no mistake he'll wish he wasn't expecting anyone at all when I'm done. As Bruce opened the door the clown's head shot our direction. But as I walked his his expression turned from excited to pure horror.

Though that didn't stop him from trying to smile. Of course that didn't help, he still looked terrified. Once Bruce closed the door I leaned against the padded, yellow wall. Then I simply studied him. Joker shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Probably not liking the silence. Bruce was keeping his end of the deal and didn't say a word. Joked glanced back and forth between us, confused beyond belief.

"Well aren't you going to say something Batsy?"
He asked Bruce, knowing he wouldn't be able to get to me.

"Aren't you hear to question me on why I shot Commissioner Gordon's poor daughter ? Oh! Or are you hear to gang up on me? Another body cast perhaps? It would make sense after all, seeing as I've killed one of your boy wonders and paralyzed the commissioner's daughter."
He rambled  trying to get under Bruce's skin. It did seem to work though. Bruce's hand clenched at the mention of Jason. It wasn't just a touchy subject for me. It got to the others as well. Maybe not Tim, but he still doesn't like seeing me and the others sad.

After a few seconds of no response joker got antsy.
"Dammit! One of you say something!"
He ordered, jolting up.

I swiftly grabbed his collar, and pushed him harshly back into his seat. Jokers eyes were wide as can be by my action. I sighed, running my hands through my hair. Honestly I was just trying to keep my rage in check. I moved the other chair out with my foot, and I sat down in front of him. I laid back in the chair nonchalantly, looking straight into joker's eyes.

"You can go now Bats."
I said with an calm, even somewhat playful tone.

With that Bruce left. Don't be fooled, he's still watching. They have cameras you know?

As I looked at joker his eyes wandered around the room and me, but never my eyes. I chuckled, later letting out a breath that sounded of relief.

"Alright,"
I leaned forward in the seat, making sure to lean into Joker'a space more than he would like.
"I'll make this short and not-so-sweet."
I said giving him a small smirk.

Yeah I know I sound like a crazy person, but this is the only way I stay sane in these situations. Letting out my inner psycho.

And don't judge.. everyone has one.

"You see... I thought you would have heeded my warning last time you hurt someone I cared for."
I said drawing a circle on the table with my finger.
"The only thing is... you don't get anymore chances. So I'm just going to tell you what I'm going to do for your punishment. Alright?"
I said giving joker a menacing smile, and I swear I saw him gulp.

"So... since we both know what your DEEPEST fear is,"
I said in a playful manner,
"I thought I could use that. Except in more of a way that would make you suffer for the remainder of your miserable life."
I stood up and walked to the side of the table, and sat down on it.

"As we both know your fear is to be forgotten. Which is probably why you try so hard to get bats attention all the time. You know some people would say you were in love with him,"
I joked, giggling a little before continuing.
"So I thought about what would be the worst way to use that fear against you... and then,"
I hopped up and slammed my hands on the table,
"BAM! It came to me."

Joker flinched at my sudden action.

"Your punishment is that.. when you die,"
I pointed at him,
"I'm going to make it look like a measly robber shot you. So you're death will be irrelevant and small. Unimportant."
I said leaning closer toward Joker, practically whispering it in his ear. Once I moved back I saw Jokers eyes filled with terror. This made me laugh.

"Now do you see who is actually going to have the last laugh?"
I asked chuckling as I walked slowly toward the door. But of course as I was Joker jumped up, and tried to tackle me. I however was ready. I turned my body and gave him a quick right hook. Spit bursted from him a mouth along with some blood.

"I warned you."
I said in a dark voice before leaving him there on the floor. As I walked out I saw not only Bruce but Tim as well, looking at me with a twinkle of surprise in their eyes.

"I told you I would scar him for life,"
I walked past them,
"I just never specifically said how."

The loud, obnoxious buzzer went off once again, and Bruce, Tim, and I left. I couldn't help but let my mind wander as I drove back to the manner. That's when an idea popped into my head, and I could tell it was going to stick.

Once we made it back, I quickly parked my motorcycle. While being bombarded with questions from Dick, which I ignored, I grabbed paper and began to write.

"What are are you writing?"
Tim asked cautiously, looking over my shoulder.

After I had quickly finished I lifted my paper and showed him.
"We're going to build Barbara legs."