Fandom Arkham Asylum: A Mad Love RP

[MistahJ]

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A Joker and Harley Quinn RP!



Harley Quinn: Teenie





Joker: MistahJ





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The RP is set during the Animated Series.




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After a plan to kill the Batman goes wrong, Harley Quinn and Joker are transported back to Arkham Asylum.
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[MistahJ]

The Joker was still ranting even while the clear door to his new cell drew closed and the guards either side of Batman began to escort the Dark Knight back up the hallway. It was outrageous that he was back and he intended for everyone inside the asylum to know exactly that.


He'd worked for weeks on that plan and it would have been a fantastic end to the Bat! It was both funny and violent, the perfect combination for one of Joker's plots and had included just the right amount of laughing gas. Or, at least it would have if Harley had remembered where he'd told her he'd put the laughing gas. He was sure he'd told her, absolutely sure of it, and the silly girl still insisted that he hadn't mentioned it. "Why wouldn't I have mentioned it, idiot? The laughing gas was practically the most important part of the plan!" He'd seethed at the time, and even now in the confine of his cell the Joker continued to seethe.


"Haaaarley!" He knew that she'd be able to hear him, her usual cell wasn't too far away from his, an everyday complaint from the other Gotham criminals whenever the Clown Prince and his Jester were in Arkham together. He was pleased she'd be close to him, that way he could remind her everyday until they got out how the whole event was her fault. He ignored the shout from Two-Face down the hall of "Quiet down, Clown!" and instead scoffed at the thought of having to share his Arkham time with Harvey Dent.


Did anything in his life go right?

@Teenie



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[Teenie]

Harley had been escorted to her cell a lot quicker than her counterpart, it was quite obvious that the orderlies didn't take the sidekick as seriously as the man in charge, and they didn't call in many men to lead her to her usual cell. The jester lay back on the not-entirely-comfortable bed in the corner of the room, now clothed in Arkham's patient uniform as opposed to her black and red costume she much preferred over the bland blue-ish white uniform.


Although she was far from fond of her new outfit, the thing that bothered the blonde ex-psychologist the most was that Joker was mad. He had a perfect plan brewed up in his head, and he'd blamed her for screwing it up. She had no idea where he'd placed the laughing gas - heck, she had no idea where he put half of his belongings! However, it did not matter how much Harley had insisted that he hadn't said a word to her about where the laughing gas was, Joker's mind was set on blaming her for the whole ordeal and landing the two of them back in the asylum. The idea that he may get over it quickly took away a lot of the negativity that hovered around her head.



Haaaarley!


The woman perked up from her resting position, and although the urge to pretend she hadn't heard him was overwhelming, she knew it would make the situation far worse. She swung her legs of off the bed and tip toed over to the front of the cell as if the slightest bit of noise would set the man off. The petite blonde felt like a submissive mutt with his tail between his legs as he approached a much larger, scarier dog.

"Yes, Mistah J?" Harley responded, almost wincing in anticipation of what he was going to say to her, although she was so sure that she'd heard just about everything anyone could ever say to anyone else in a time of anger or annoyance.



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[MistahJ]

Normally she'd be punished for her mistake and it would alleviate the majority of his anger, but whilst the two of them were in Arkham and he was unable to get his hands on her shouting at her would have to be enough. He already knew that she'd expect punishment when he was next alone with her, so threatening physical harm wasn't necessary. He did want her to know just how stupid she was, however, just in case it made the slightest bit of difference when she next made a mistake.


"Obviously I haven't been clear enough already, the next time I have a plan to fight the Bat I expect you to get everything ready. And I mean everything. Because next time you forget something I'll be sure to beat you so hard with it that you forget your own name. Understand?"


He could only glare through the glass and clench his hands tightly by his sides. When Scarecrow in the cell opposite him flashed him a smile, Joker growled and ground his teeth together and vowed to beat the straw out of him too. The very second he was out of the asylum, or at least the second after he was out and had punished his idiotic little girl for costing him yet another plan.


He'd just have to think of something brilliant to get himself out, then the Batman would be worried. Once Joker was out he'd set a few plans in motion to make the lives of those living in Gotham miserable, if only to make himself feel better. Perhaps he'd blow up a supermarket or something, that always made him laugh.



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[Teenie]

Harley pulled back from the glass as if she was dodging a punch to the face, instead of insisting yet another time that he hadn't mentioned anything about the location of the laughing gas, she decided to make an attempt to lighten up the mood instead of letting her boss dwell in such negativity. Maybe if she calmed the man down, he wouldn't be so hot headed and blaming her for everything. It seemed that whenever something went wrong, it was always something that was her responsibility and she was held accountable for what took a bad turn. Most of the time, the plan wasn't even thoroughly presented to her, a lot of little, apparently important, details were always left out - for example, the location of the gas.

"Aw, come on Puddin', no need to be so angry. We'll get out of here."


The blonde responded, obviously unsure of herself as the pitch of her voice continued to rise until she was practically just squeaking out the words. She bit down on the inside of her lip as she waited for a response, assuming that it wouldn't be the warmest tone coming from the already massively pissed off clown a few cells down from her. Although there was a great chance that her words would annoy him more, Harley wanted to say she tried to lighten the mood at the least.

Across the hall, in front of her cell was Ivy's. The red head didn't seem too interested in the pair's conversation, maybe because she's heard the bickering so often, or she may just know that Harley will end up telling her all about it sooner or later. Before getting too wrapped up in her all-to-familiar surroundings, Harley turned her attention back to the rather harsh conversation she and Joker were having from a few cells apart.

"Don't worry, we'll get B-Man, too!" The woman added, that fact she was sure of. Perhaps it would take them a little longer to get the bat in their hands, and perhaps it would take a little longer than the pair would prefer, but eventually they would get him. It was all just in a matter of time.
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[MistahJ]

"We wouldn't need to get out if you hadn't landed us back in here." Joker hissed in response, though in his rational thoughts Joker knew that she had a point. They always got out and they always had fun doing it, it was merely an inconvenience that he now had to spend time figuring out how they were going to get out ahead of their time. He'd never hear the end of it if he opted for brainwashing some silly little intern and he already heard Harley's voice far too much. The plan would have to be something else, something far more spectacular.


He locked his hands behind his back and straightened to his full height, taking to pacing the along the glass with his head held high. On the bright side, he always felt the Arkham uniform suited him quite nicely and it was much easier to move in than his suits. Though, already he missed his suits. Joker frowned at the very thought, he'd have to steal a couple more when he got out to make up for lost time. Or have Harley make him a new one.


Upon hearing his jester, Joker frowned even deeper. "Yes Harls, I will get him - maybe if I get rid of you I'll manage it even faster." His threats were empty, of course, as he still needed her around the lair. The whole place looked terrible even if she'd been gone only two days, that was usually when he knew it was time to turn up the charm until she came straight come. The Clown Prince cackled to himself and noted that it was quite sweet how she always came running back to him.
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[Teenie]

Harley drew back from the glass a little more upon hearing Joker's hiss of a comment. The little blonde woman tried not to take what he was saying too personally, as she knew he was ever so slightly furious with her at that moment. The urge to begin to argue with him over the fact that it wasn't her fault was strong, but the jester knew all too well that it would not work out in her favour. If anything at all, it would only aggravate him more or even prolong the time he was angry with her, and that was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Personally, she thought it would be a load of fun creating and carrying out a plan to escape the asylum once again, it seemed as if the pair were always a step ahead of Arkham's security unit.


Tired of being on her feet, the former doctor plopped down on the floor in front of the glass, crossing her legs and propping her elbows up, resting her cheeks in the palms of her hands. To any passing by or observing her, she would have appeared to look like a small child bored to death in the corner waiting to be let off of her time out. However, although a part of Harley told her that she was being punished by the clown's harsh words, she knew she could shoot back at him, probably not as harsh, but she was in no way in a time out. At least not yet, there was no telling what her punishment would be once Joker got ahold of her.





Harley couldn't help but frown at his last comment about being able to catch the Bat faster without her. The nickname he used for her gave the blonde a glimmer of hope before the rest of the comment followed soon behind it. Even if he did throw her out, it wouldn't be long before things were a mess. Harley liked to take care of little details here and there within the lair, and sooner or later is becomes evident that those little details are gone once she was out the door. The separation between the two seldom lasted more than a couple of days. With all of those facts in her head, it offered the girl some comfort in knowing that she was needed in some way. The thought of actually being left behind haunted her, though.


"Yeah, yeah. What would you do without me? You couldn't survive a week!" Harley retorted, her tone sounding as if she was completely dismissing his comment although she had been affected by his words.
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[MistahJ]

While it was true that he would live quite a difficult week without her, Joker doubted he would be completely incapable of surviving. After all, he had two henchmen at home and if worst came to worst then he would simply set them to a few new tasks. "I survived before you came along, didn't I, idiot!" Joker answered her, now feeling childish but unable to allow her to have the last word. The nerve of that kid! Thinking that he relied on her when it was clearly the other way around. She wouldn't last a week before she was calling him begging to come home!


Across from him, Scarecrow heaved a sigh of annoyance that made Joker grin. Despite having to talk to Harley, angering Scarecrow was something Joker always had time to do. He stuck his tongue out at the man in front of him, then returned to pacing the glass before slumping down against the wall. He was already bored in the Asylum, gaining petty wins against the other criminals was great fun but he couldn't imagine doing it for too long. Besides, once Scarecrow got out there was the risk of being stuck facing someone completely loathsome. Someone like Poison Ivy.



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[Teenie]

Harley folded her arms over her chest, huffing as she did so. He made a valid point, but she attempted to comfort herself by telling herself that she had come along and that it would be difficult for Joker to do everything on his own again. Although she wasn't entirely sure how true that statement was, it helped her feel a little better in that moment, thinking that she was an important aspect in the life of the man gave her a sense of importance in one way or another. There was nothing worse than feeling utterly useless in a situation, or just in general. Despite the gnawing urge to reply with something else, trying to defend her stance on the idea that she was important to him in some way, whether it be as a sidekick or more, she kept her mouth shut, knowing there was no way she would get the last word anyway.

The blonde was at a loss for words, and quite honestly, she thought that it wouldn't be the best idea to carry on a hostile conversation with the man a couple cells down from her. Instead, she turned her attention to Ivy, watching the woman who was calmly stroking at the leaves on her plant, one of which Harley had no idea how to identify, almost as if she was right at home in her own little cell. It confused the jester how some people could feel so calm and collected in Arkham, while she felt almost an itching feeling to get out and be free again.

"Pssst! Red!" Harley whispered, catching the other woman's attention for a brief moment before she'd turned back to her potted plant. "Aw, come on, Red, I'm dying for a conversation here!" She whined, just wanting to have some sort of socialization that wasn't hostile or left her feeling as if she needed to hide or keep her guard up once she got out of there.
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[MistahJ]

Noticing a lack of response from the blonde jester, Joker smiled widely to himself and cackled a little. He always enjoyed having the last word and more often than not he managed to get it. While Harley had many flaws and he was constantly having to keep her in line he couldn't deny that she knew when to stop arguing before she took things too far. Even when he punished her for his own amusement she knew when pushing harder would mean he lost his temper. She was sweet like that, always taking his feelings into consideration.


If only she was as smart in situations regarding the Bat as she was when it came to lessening the Clown's anger.


Joker tapped the knuckles of his right hand on the floor and sighed dramatically, feeling a little less wound up now that he'd shouted at her and hopefully ensured she felt miserable for a while. He'd have liked to see her face to check she was thoroughly upset but whilst in Arkham he had to merely take what he could get.


"Harley," Joker called after a while of silence, since he could only listen to his own thoughts for so long before he needed something else to occupy his brain. "Make me laugh."
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[Teenie]

Harley huffed once again upon hearing the cackling laugh of the clown from a few cells down from her. At least his anger was slowly dissipating, hopefully somewhat due to the fact that she'd allowed him to have the last word as she knew much better than to continue arguing. The faster his anger decreased, the safer the blonde would be once the pair broke out of the asylum, although she wasn't entirely sure she would be completely spared at that point. Ruining a plan against B-Man was a major red strike across her reputation, although it still wasn't her fault.

Being ignored by Ivy increased the jester's level of boredom, she had no one to talk to and she was cooped up in a little cell with nothing! How did people live like that for more than a few days? The thought was beyond her comprehension, as she felt as if she was about to drop dead sooner or later as a result of enthusiastic energy leaving her body.

Once she heard Joker's voice calling out to her once again, Harley perked up and a small smile graced her lips as she jumped up from her position on the floor and began to pace the cell, trying to find a joke to make her boss laugh. Dark humour was the way to go when trying to make him laugh, she'd learned, no one would really pin the man as a bright, happy-go-lucky kind of character, that was for sure.

"Alright, Puddin'... Why did the little boy drop his ice cream?" The blonde asked, as a smirk played at the corners of her lips. She waited a brief moment before revealing the dark answer of the joke. "Because he got hit by a bus!" Enthusiasm dripped from her tone as she threw her arms in the air, finishing off the joke. The questions was if it was good enough to fulfill Joker's request.
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[MistahJ]

Joker's cackle began fairly quiet then grew louder, his frame rocking slightly as he laughed. He hadn't doubted she'd be able to tell him a good joke, he'd coached her quite well when it came to comedy. Not to mention that she'd spent a lot of time trying to make him laugh when he was working, or to entertain him when he was bored. And the Joker got bored fairly easily when there was nothing to keep him engaged whilst waiting for the perfect plan to kill the Bat. "Hit by a bus." His cackle lowered to a chuckle, but the grin was still evident on his face at the thought. "We'll have to put that joke into play when we're out of here, sweets." He mused, before remembering that he was mad at her.


She wasn't let off the hook that easily, though perhaps he could give her some room to redeem herself just until he was able to see her without glass to separate them. Joker rested both hands on his legs, then pushed himself up to his feet and resumed his pacing. "We'll need a good plan to get out of here." He informed her, "I'll think on it tonight, maybe a night of peace is just what I need to find some inspiration!"


It was late and though he wasn't tired Joker was looking forward to relaxing. His cell gave him his own space and the hall containing Gotham's elite criminals was often quiet, save for the mutterings of conversation. Whilst in Arkham there was a sense of equality amongst the criminals, something that Joker didn't like to encourage but went along with for as long as it suited him.
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[Teenie]

Harley smiled as she heard his cackle grow into a roaring laughter as a result of her joke, making sure to praise herself for being able to come up with something on the spot in her time of slight stress. It was a fantastic feeling knowing that she was able to make Joker laugh although he was livid with her for allegedly messing everything off. There was a glimmer of hope that maybe he wouldn't be too angry with her anymore. The little pet name at the end of his statement only made her previous beliefs greater.

"We sure will, Mistah J!" The blonde enthused as she leaned up against the glass separating her from freedom. She was finally able to get a breath of relief instead of bracing herself for nasty comments that were inevitably coming from his lips. Harley nodded as his comment about a plan, although she knew he couldn't see her do so. They two of them had to come up with something that they hadn't done before, so the security and staff wouldn't even see it coming. It would be easy to talk about it if by chance the two were scheduled to have social time at the same time, although the chances were slim unless someone screwed up.

"Don't worry about that, Puddin'. You're always one step ahead of the floozies running this place!" The jester enthused, coaxing him in an attempt to redeem herself a little more than her joke had, if it had. However, her comment was not said purely for the chance to redeem herself in his eyes; it was quite accurate, as all of his plans had gotten them out of there sooner than later, and it was almost as if Arkham's staff and orderlies had not the slightest clue as to what was going on. "Some peace and quiet might be just what you need!" Harley added, agreeing on what he had said. The hall was mainly quiet, the only sound really coming from the two shouting at each other from down the way. All of the others were minding their own business for the most part.
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[MistahJ]

While he didn't need it and would never allow her to think that he did, the Clown enjoyed hearing praise leave her lips for him. He liked her so much better when she was adoring him and encouraging him, not that it didn't become tedious sometimes when he was busy and she was demanding attention. But his little jester needed attention and often he was able to give it to her, although it was fair to say that when he left her without attention for a while she was all the more delicious to play with when he finally gave in.


Harley served as a great source of many things for him. Primarily he was her boss and she was under his authority, but their relationship was far more dependant than that. In fact, he'd rather grown to like having her around. As much as the concept sickened him. "They won't know what hit 'em this time." He predicted with glee, knowing that he'd have at least a couple of days to scheme before the Joker needed to set any plan ideas into motion.


In a few days to a week certain members of security would begin to relax around him. Strangely, it was normally the more experienced guards that made the mistake of allowing him more freedom. They were cocky and experienced, having dealt with him before they either thought they could handle him or were too scared to try. The Clown had even gotten onto good terms with one or two of the guards!


"In the meantime, we're on our best behaviour." Joker reminded her as he made his way over to the small bed in the corner of the room. It was hard and uncomfortable, but he'd slept more on the beds in Arkham than he'd done in any home so he was more than used to the nature of them. "Even me." He added with a snigger.
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[Teenie]

"You betcha!" Harley agreed eagerly, she truly believed that it wouldn't be long before the duo broke out of there with ease, but the plan was the most important part. It wasn't common for her to mess up the plan, but she had to make sure that this one went as smoothly as ever. Screwing up the plan could result in a terrible punishment on top of being stuck in the boring asylum for a prolonged amount of time with an even more livid Joker. Anyone with a mind of their own would know that was not the ideal situation to be in, especially after being blamed for ruining something that got the two of them locked up again in the first place.


It was going to be an exciting few days when plotting came into play, and even more exciting when they got to carry out their plan and bust out of Arkham Asylum yet another time. The blonde snickered to herself, wondering when the security in that place was going to amp up their systems, as they had escaped countless times before. It was almost as if the staff wanted them to break loose and cause chaos all over Gotham, either way, it was nice enough for the two of them to be able to leave pretty much whenever they wanted after devising a plan.

"You got it, Puddin'! Best behaviour it is!" Harley assured the man before retreating to her bed and falling back on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling. The next few days were going to be busy, and full of acting, but she wasn't complaining. The woman knew exactly what had to be done in order for her and her Puddin' to get out of there seamlessly. She was hoping she could find a way to fully redeem herself before she and Joker were together without the glass protecting her from the punishments he surely had brewing in his head.Twiddling her thumbs, the blonde made a note not only to be on her best behaviour with the staff, but with Joker as well.
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[MistahJ]

"Good girl." She could manage to charm some of the guards whilst she was inside, Joker knew that much, which made her the perfect partner when it came to one of his escapes. Harley was quick and agile, but could be sweet and charming if necessary. He had to work at being polite, had to force himself to remain on good behaviour, but Harley could slip in and out of her good little girl routine with little to no effort. Perhaps that was why the jester had Poison Ivy wrapped around her little finger most of the time.


"Now get some sleep." He sat down on the bed, then he laid back and stretched his long limbs out in order to get into the most comfortable position. Joker's mind whirled with possible ideas along with memories he'd stored away; where was the weakest area in terms of security, which was the best position to watch the guard's room, how to find out which guards were doing which shifts and at which time. There was so much preparation to do before an escape and he loved all of it, the very thought of shaming Arkham Asylum once more filled him with excitement.


Planning a fight with the Bat was great, but a good old fashioned escape was what Joker missed about his life whenever he was out in Gotham. Crossing his hands under his head, Joker whistled a low tune with a smile on his face. They were sure to be out in no time!
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[Teenie]

Harley grinned at his praise, getting as comfortable as she could on the small bed shoved into the corner of the room. She was fairly certain that she was going to get a good sleep although the bed wasn't the most comfortable or spacious. Excitement in regard to the days the pair would be locked up brewed in her system, and she knew they were going to have a hell of a time preparing and carrying out the plan. Sneaking around was almost as fun as blowing things up in her mind, anything that would surprise other people sounded fun to her.

"Sleep easy, Mistah J." The blonde called out as she rolled over on her side and tucked an arm under her head as it served more purpose than the flimsy pillow set at the head of the bed. Once the two stopped speaking, the elite hall would be dead silent for the most part, aside from those who spoke or snored in their sleep, though Harley couldn't be bothered once she'd fallen asleep, being a bit of a heavy sleeper once she'd fallen completely unconscious.

It was difficult to get her heart to slow down, her thoughts still dwelling on the days ahead of them, the schemes and, of course, the excitement that laced within the whole plan. The sooner you get to sleep, the sooner it will happen, she told herself, rolling over once again. There would be a lot of tossing and turning before Harley would find her prime sleeping position, she was quite the fidgety type when trying to get comfortable, not to mention how much she moved around in her sleep.
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[MistahJ]

Joker never tended to anticipate peace and quiet when living out on the Gotham streets, even his lair which was tucked away from the hustle and bustle was somehow never quiet enough. So whenever he was incarcerated in Arkham he found the silence for the first couple of nights to be a little disturbing and he longed to do something to create noise, but he was always too proud to risk one of the other criminals picking up on his distaste. Sharing a space with hi fellow villains aided him in many ways but it was also dangerous, especially if he and Harley were to ever forget themselves and discuss a plan whilst in their cells.


The Clown Prince laid awake for most of the night, but he didn't miss the sleep he'd lost during those hours. It had given him chance to plan and scheme without anything else occupying his mind. He never once looked over in the darkness towards Scarecrow's cell, or wondered if Two-Face was awake and seconds away from finishing his plan to kill Batman first. By the time he finally fell into a light sleep, he had a few ideas as to how they would escape. Nothing set in stone, the plan would need to be created with far more care, but at least he'd made a start.


Morning soon came and when the orderlies began bringing around trays for breakfast, Joker had settled into a peaceful sleep and didn't even stir as a bowl of porridge was placed inside his room.
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[Teenie]

Harley had woken up a couple of times during the night, hoping that it was morning and the excitement could begin, only to be disappointed by that fact that it was presumably the middle of the night as Ivy was still fast asleep. The blonde had managed to stay asleep long enough, the final time, to be woken up by the sound of breakfast being placed on the floor of her cell. She'd hopped out of her bed so quickly, was as if she was a kid who had slept too long after their alarm had gone off when she realized she didn't have to kill more time by sleeping.

Picking the bowl and utensils off of the floor, the woman returned to her bed and sat down on the edge, scooping a good sized bite onto her spoon before taking the food into her mouth. The porridge wasn't the best, obviously, as not much effort was put into the meals of the patients. It was bland and held a sticky texture, something Harley would pass on if she didn't need so much energy for the upcoming days, but she did and she ate the breakfast, despite the lack of flavour and the strange texture.


The jester got up and placed the empty bowl and utensils back where she'd found them in the morning and took a seat in front of the glass as she had the night before, her eyes fixing themselves on Poison Ivy who was also awake, neglecting the food she was given.


"Eat up, Red! Gotta have your energy!" Harley nagged, but she did care about the redhead and her well being, it couldn't be healthy is she was picky about everything. She grinned from ear to ear when she saw her friend pick up the bowl and force a few bites down before pushing it away once more.
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[MistahJ]

It was the Scarecrow and the Riddler's voices that finally woke up the sleeping clown. The two were discussing something Jonathan found important and Edward found interesting enough to make fun of, but were two cells down from each other which meant they had to hold a rather loud conversation. The Clown Prince growled and hissed at the noise, tried pulling the pillow over his head and nearly called for Harley to shut up whoever was being loud in his lair.


But he wasn't in his lair, it took him a minutes to remember that. Joker's eyes gradually fluttered open to reveal the white ceiling of his cell and a frown formed on his face. "Thanks a lot, Batsy." He grumbled as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. Joker eyed Scarecrow, who was standing at the front of his own cell with his arms folded, then the clown stood up and wandered over to pick up his bowl of porridge. "Ugh," He muttered, but ate a couple of spoonfuls anyway. "Harley," He called, merely assuming the girl was awake because she always seemed to be up and moving before he did. "Make sure I torture whoever made this breakfast when we're out. It's almost as bad as your cooking."
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[Teenie]

Harley sat in silence for what seemed like hours while everyone went about her business. It was torture not speaking to anyone or bouncing around or getting into trouble in one way or another. As much as it seemed impossible for the jester to have her energy drained, that place sure did it for her. Nothing to do except what she was allowed to do at the time she was allowed to do it. It definitely wasn't in her list of favourite places to spend her time, and the anticipation of busting out of there was practically eating the woman alive.

Harley was beginning about to snap as a result of having nothing to do with herself except listen to the other conversations floating in the air and sharing a couple of words with her red headed friend across the hall. That is, until she heard what she could swear was her favourite, yet most feared, voice coming from down the hall. Although his words weren't at all friendly, the fact that he was addressing her, and she now had something to do with her time was enough for the blonde to perk up from her slouched position on the floor.

"Will do, Puddin'! But hey, I didn't think the stuff I made was that bad..." The ex-psychologist responded, slight disappointment laced within her peppy tone. Of course, she knew she wasn't the best cook around - well, honestly, it wasn't her strong suit whatsoever, but at least what she made was edible. Harley was by no means a master chef, but the two of them were still alive and well - for the most part - so she had to be doing something right.
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[MistahJ]

"It is. But anyway, that's not the point," Joker responded, as he didn't want to get trapped in a conversation about her cooking ability when he had nothing good to say on the matter. She wasn't entirely useless in the kitchen, whenever he wanted pancakes she always managed to make them into the perfect shape for him, but actual meals certainly weren't on the list of her talents. Not that Joker was too fussed about things that normal people ate, he supposed Batman must eat lavish meals at lovely restaurants but as a Gotham criminal Joker could not afford that luxury.


"Have the guards told you if you're allowed out of your cell today?" He asked her, since he hadn't been awake when the orderly had dropped off his porridge. Joker leaned against the glass and yawned, deciding that if he was doomed to spend another day cooped up in the cell then he would just have a few more hours of sleep. He always slept better in the daytime anyhow, that was if the idiots he shared the hallway with would keep quiet.
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[Teenie]

Harley huffed quite audibly upon hearing Joker's comment regarding her cooking abilities, maybe she would have to sharpen her skills in the kitchen, but it wasn't the time to think about that. The blonde thought for a moment, remembering that the guards hadn't said anything to her regarding time out of her cell, but she knew there had to be someone coming by to take a few people from their wing of the asylum to socialize.


"Not yet, Mistah J. I betcha there will be some big guy coming over here soon enough for social hour! They can't keep us all cooped up in here all day, that wouldn't help our mental health at all!" The jester couldn't help but giggle at the comment, it was amusing to her that everyone had their minds fixed on mental illness of the criminals in Gotham. They weren't sick, she didn't think it as an illness, at least; to Harley, it was more a matter or being born with a different way of thinking. Although she may have agreed with the idea of mental illness while she worked as a psychologist in the facility, she'd decided that it was false after she found out the real way her head worked.

"It's just a matter of time, now!"
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[MistahJ]

"I hope you're right, Harley girl, I could use some time to walk around without looking at these walls." Naturally, the Clown was more than used to the four walls he was currently imprisoned inside. It would take him at two weeks to feel thoroughly sick of being inside his cell, but it was always nice to set a particular routine with the orderlies. If they let him out after a night in the asylum he would know that they were easy targets, but if they made him wait he would be able to work out who would be the easiest to crack amongst the team.


He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, feeling a little bit like a petulant child waiting to be allowed of time-out. He supposed he was the child, with Batman playing the part of his grumpy parents who merely hadn't got the joke. Joker sighed; comedy was wasted on some people! "If they allow you out, remember, best behaviour. Even if they annoy you."
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[Teenie]

"I used to work here, remember? I know how the system works!" Harley reminded the other as she got up from her spot, pressing her cheek up against the glass to see if she could see anyone coming, but so far, there were no orderlies in sight to let any of them out for a little while. "I don't think they're going to let us be out at the same time, unless someone messes up. They're smart in that way." She sighed and plopped back down on the ground to wait for however long it would take for social hour to be granted to her.

"I know, Puddin'. I know how to be a good girl when I have to be!"


The blonde almost giggled at his comment, if anyone had to be reminded to be on their best behaviour, it was him. Sure she could be pushed beyond her limits and yell or try to strike the orderlies, but Harley knew how to behave in Arkham for the most part to get what she wanted when she wanted it. Being good was part of the plan and she wasn't able to throw that away just for the satisfaction of telling someone off if they got on her nerves. She was sure it was going to be difficult at times, but the jester was determined to be nothing but a well behaved patient.
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