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Last Edit: Jul 19, 2011 22:14:35 GMT -5 by missj
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Post by missj on Jul 19, 2011 21:55:28 GMT -5
Joker sat on the cement bench that was built into the wall of his small dungeon, staring through the Plexiglas wall with a blank glaze in his eyes, smiled still plastered on his face. His smile grew every five minutes, though he seemed completely disconnected and unconcerned. His arms were secured around his body tightly in his straight jacket; the same one he wore every time. He and that jacket went way back; almost like his first sweater that mom had knitted for him for class. Regardless, the loss of use of his arms didn’t seem to faze him as he continued to calculate and conceive.
Inside his brain was like a game of Tetris as he twisted and turned different pieces of his various plots to make them intertwine. The Clown Prince of Crime had been in Arkham for about three weeks now; three weeks too long. Granted, this gave him the time to come up with a new plot to take down Gotham and the Dork Knight while being receiving three square meals a day, exercise, and a leaky roof over his head. The perfect environment for his next big plot; though for now he had to be content with reminiscing. Reminiscing and plotting.
The Joker’s grin grew substantially wider as he remembered the look on Gordon’s face when they had finally captured him. It was the same look the Dark Knight had, though Batman’s expressions were hidden by that cowl of his. He remembered the despair, the anguish, the hatred, the anger, the raw desire to ring his scrawny neck. It was priceless! He wished he could have lived in that moment. In that one look the Commissioner had almost given the Joker just a glimpse of what he wanted to see; the man being brought down to his level.
The Batman, though, was a different story. The Joker wanted so much more than just to see Gotham’s avenger brought down to the level of an insane man; as far as he was concerned, Batman was already insane. No, what he wanted was to see the Dark Knight’s spirit crushed. He wanted to see him give up hope and realize he couldn’t win; all with a smile on his face. He wanted the Batman to realize what a joke everything was. Only then would the Joker achieve his goals.
He was curious to know which doctor would be given the 'honor' of working with him this time. Of course, none of them would be Harley, but each one could be twisted around his finger. Which story would he tell them this time? It was a matter of psychoanalyzing them. Which diagnosis did they want? Perhaps this time he would tell them that his daddy used to beat mommy to a bloody pulp ever night. That has quite the effect on a young mind. He had plenty of time to come up with his excuse this time. Regardless, after the diagnosis was made and the medical journal was published, he would end up displaying 'new' symptoms that completely contradicted what was written. It was fun to watch them crash and burn.
He watched as the guards walked up and down the hallways, staring at him with mixtures of hatred and fear. He could almost smell the apprehension rolling off the younger guard who he didn’t recognize. He must have been new. Joker filed that information away in the back of his mind for future reference, for now just content to continue smiling.
He looked between the different cells, seeing the placards etched into the glass for some of the more notorious villains; Two-Face, Riddler, Scarecrow… though all three cells were vacant. The three had apparently decided to let themselves out for good behavior. Harley was nowhere to be seen and the wall to the left of the Joker kept him from being able to see anything further. He didn’t mind though. There were plenty of things to keep him entertained. Like waiting for Batsy to come visit. Or perhaps it’d be Boy Blunder and his girlfriend. Or maybe even the Commissioner. Regardless, the Joker was content with waiting. Always waiting, until the perfect moment.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 19, 2011 22:13:49 GMT -5
Lisa parked her black, somewhat new lexus in the parking lot. It began raining, thunderstorms were a common thing with New York and Gotham. She worse her black rain coat, along with a blue skirt and a nice sweater. She had one person and one person to question: The Joker. She had heard many things about the clown prince of crime, but she needed answers to questions that the murderous sociopath knew. Questions about Crime in general, and about a recent even where thirty people perished with Gotham Docks being burned along with hotel rooms being poisoned with gas. She had just come for a trial that was about a woman who had killed her daughter, "unintentionally" by using bleach and lighter fluid.
Evidence was low, but Lisa knew how to crack the mother on the stand. Her legal barrage of logical accusations and questions that were answered that made it closer to sentencing the woman. She wanted ten years in prison along with a three thousand dollar fine for the damage to the home. Lisa worked hard for her job, intending to keep it for as long as possible. Being a well educated and effective ADA like Lisa gave you extra powers/ duties of the law, and representing the people and government as prosecutor.
The walls were black, brown, and bloody. Guards and inmates looked at her like a man who looks at a prostitute or a drag queen. The smell of perfume and her red lipstick matching her red hair as her shoes clicked as she walked up the stairs, touring the cells. Getting closer to the cell of the joker. Finally, as she got to his cell, the guard opened two doors which were heavily built to ensure no escape. He opened the Joker's cell door. "You have a visitor Ms. Novak she has some questions to ask you" said the guard who was unsure of the reaction that the clown with a red smile and green hair was doing. "Nice to meet you, Joker" said Lisa looking at the man with contempt and a look that she gave to all men who were evil in nature and in opinion.
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Post by missj on Jul 19, 2011 22:24:24 GMT -5
Joker remained on his cot, sitting cross legged as he surveyed the new woman entering his cell. She wasn't one of the dumb bimbos who came to visit because they were part of his fan club - he was pretty sure Harley had killed them all. No, she was respectable woman, which made him wonder why she was there.
Then he remembered where he had seen her. "Ah, ADA Novak. I'd shake your hand but heh.. I don't think the guards feel like playing." He rocked forward slightly, speaking under his breath so that she could hear him and her alone. "Besides, we wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face."
He let his grin grow further as he leaned against the wall behind him, watching each move the red head made. He didn't like red heads, mostly due to his contempt for Poison Ivy and her ability to put sense into Harley's head. No one ever said he was a rational person.
"I know Gotham misses my smiling face, but I don't take private calls and I don't make deals. In case you didn't hear, I'm a little crazy.. hehehehe...." He rocked his head back and forth to make his point.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 19, 2011 22:37:55 GMT -5
The rumors for most part were true. The man was a sociopath, no wonder he was put away in Arkham. But Lisa judged on her own view, rumors only made the deal worse. His comment didn't mean anything to her. "I'm here to talk about the Summer incident last year at the docks along with the document that you signed with the mob." said Lisa as the guard closed the cell door and stood by it. Lisa sat down in the chair a few feet away from the man with lint in his pockets.
"How involved were you with the mob that summer last year and the crimes that you had on your own agenda?"
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Post by missj on Jul 19, 2011 23:08:40 GMT -5
"Sorry, Lisa, but my doctor says I shouldn't dwell on the past! If I want to get better I have to look to the future!" Joker bounced up and down on his cot just slightly, still secured in his straight jacket, as he giggled madly. This woman clearly didn't seem to realize who she was dealing with. If the Batman couldn't get straight answers, what made her think she would? Nevertheless, he would entertain her. Or himself; either way, he won.
In all honesty, the Joker wasn't sure which Summer incident she was referring to. He had several before the Batman had managed to capture him. "See, coming here tells me something, Lisa. It tells me you're desperate, because only a desperate person would come to an insane person looking for logical answers." His smile took on a serious tone as his voice dropped several octaves as he stood from his cot. "So tell me, Assistant District Attorney Novak, what have you come to offer the Clown Prince of Crime in exchange for the information you need?"
His eyes were dark as he let them search the ADA's features. Unlike the other men who looked at her hungrily, the Joker was working to dissect each breath the woman took. When you have been psychoanalyzed your entire life, it becomes second nature to do the same to others.
He didn't move any closer to the ADA as he didn't want any of the guards interrupting their conversation. They didn't like it when he got too close to his guests.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 19, 2011 23:27:39 GMT -5
Lisa continued staring at the obsessed and ill looking man of a person. Lisa had been too a few Asylum's but nothing like this. "I'll let you make that call, this isn't a deal, I'm asking for the truth, should I get you a teddy bear?" Sarcasm and wits were essentialls to being an ADA. You also had to be a great prosecutor and had to know the law like it was one of your hands.
Lisa crossed her legs still waiting for a response, "The sooner you answer, the sooner I have to make a deal with you if I want to. But you won't be getting out of Arkham anytime soon. Actually, I'm sure your already plotting, since Arkham or Blackgate can't hold you. So the real question is what do you want?" She felt an uneasyness being in a room with a man who would stare at you as if he wanted to chain you and beat you with his bare fingernails. This man was sick and vile, but she didn't feel scared, just uneasy.
Lisa had just gotten on the job, about a week or two ago and had made about eleven convictions three from cases from a decade ago, saving a woman from her time in jail for a crime she didn't committ. New York and Gotham were similar because they had huge urban centers, except that New York had more cops and Lawyers. Gotham had few judges and lawyers.
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Post by missj on Jul 19, 2011 23:46:26 GMT -5
"Never liked teddy bears. They don't bleed much." His grin remained plastered across his face as he continued to study the curious woman in front of him. She was playing the game well for a first timer, he had to admit. But, they always ended up tripping up at one point or another.
Joker listened to her as she attempted to stone wall him. He broke out in laughter which reverberated off the walls sickeningly. "I'll tell ya something kid, you've got guts. I'd love to see what they look like." His laugh grew dark and ominous as he composed himself. "Y'see, I don't need a deal. I prefer to accomplish things on my own. 'Sides, my prices are too high for this broken city."
He watched her darkly as she made her points about Arkham, only smiling in return. "I come and go as I please. I don't know why they put locks on these doors. Regardless, the asylum ends up empty. I think it would save the city a lot of money on their property damage if they'd just put revolving doors out front... heheheheh."
Her open ended question left the Joker with an impossibly wider grin as he thought of how he could twist her question. What did the Joker want? Batman's head on a plate.. no! Gotham in flames.. no! A new purple suit? "Lisa, I'm afraid you can't give me what I want. There's only one person who can do that, and he's too proud to do it." His voice was a growl as he thought of how the Batman refused to crumble. It was... annoying.
"Because I'm in a good mood, I'll hear you out, kiddo. If you impress me, I might tell ya something. But, if not, I'm afraid ol' Uncle Joker will have to whoop ya for wasting my time."
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Last Edit: Jul 20, 2011 12:55:38 GMT -5 by missj
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 20, 2011 11:09:00 GMT -5
She listened to his hobbled answers to her straight forward questions. It wasn't going to take much for this guy to reveal a few answers but a few is less than expected. The man was more of a schizophrenic and sociopath then half the inmates in New York. "I want to know about your involvement with the mob last year and the things you done, the document you signed." Lisa again waited for a response that was sure to be lazy and erratic.
Lisa had looked at the man's file the other night at her office. He had no family, no history with gotham, no dna prints, and no name. Virtually he was a no body, except that he was more than a nobody, he was a chaotic evil clown who was hellbent on burning the city to the ground with everyone in it.
" I'm sure your mother wouldn't be proud of the son she raised. Then again maybe she hated you for what you were, like most parent's in Gotham. Is that when you lost your rocker?" Questions that made people uneasy or less defended made them answer questions more important than whatever bluff question was asked. It was a known tactic that Lisa regularly used to exploit. She took out a copy of the piece of paper that the joker had signed with the mob, handing him the copy, "That's the piece of paper you signed with the mob, isn't it."
It was obvious that Lisa felt strange around the crazed form of a clown. Seemed he was obsessed with anarchy and the batman. More so the batman on a confrontational level, than anyone else. Obviously, a connection was made earlier between them. Lisa would look into that in a month or so, other cases were swarming into her office, she had to hire assistants and another lawyer for the prosecution to help her with some complex cases. The D.A. was fine, except that he hardly ever came out of his office. When he did he was either going to lunch, meeting, or leaving work.
Never had he checked up on Lisa or had asked her about her personal life. Her mom had called the other day, she was feeling better and Alex Garess, the millionaire was helping with her recover from her broken leg. Lisa badly wanted to see her mother, she loved her mother and her father, may he rest in peace. Her mom talked about current news, some big court cases, general information. It was good to hear her mother's voice again. Lisa told her mom about the current embargo in gotham with the FBI and the criminals. That was the only thing keeping her from visiting.
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Last Edit: Jul 20, 2011 22:59:22 GMT -5 by missj
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Post by missj on Jul 20, 2011 22:58:58 GMT -5
"Does your mommy hate you for what you are, Miss Novak?" The Joker's tone was chilling, to say the least, as he stared at her intently. It only lasted a few moments before he burst into laughter again. "No, mommy wasn't around much - unless you consider being buried in the basement by dear old dad as around. No... wait, that's not right. Mom ran off to Vegas with a lawyer. Or maybe she joined the circus." He shrugged. "I'm afraid I can't recall the even in question hehehehe...."
He inspected the document with a disapproving look before harping on her later comment. "I believe you have to be on your rocker at one point or another to eventually be considered 'off' of it... hehehehehHAHAHA..." He rocked back in forth, playing up the insanity as he worked to get through her facade.
"You seem to have misunderstood how things in Gotham work, Lisa. I don't work for anyone and the only paper I've signed for the mob are death threats smeared with blood!" He giggled through gritted teeth before continuing. "As far as what I've done... well, where shall I start? There was that billionaire's baby that I sliced and diced and fed to my hyena's, and then there was that old folks home I used to test my Joker toxin... hehehehe... but, I'm afraid I can't be held accountable for those crimes. After all, I am insane." He gave her a sick look as he broke into laughter. He would give her any answer but the one she wanted.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 21, 2011 15:38:47 GMT -5
Lisa wasn't flattered but she realized that this conversation was pointless. "I'm not one who supports the death penalty. But this asylum isn't going to keep you imprisoned. A man who isn't going to respond with an acceptable answer isn't one to fool with." Lisa put the paper away. She needed to understand why the man killed people, probably for fun, but there might be a deeper meaning. "Are you afraid of death?"
The guard was still waiting, watching and smoking at the same time. Lisa didn't smoke, smoke kills people so why get addicted to a product that will kill you. Many criminals weren't like the Joker. Some were insane, but the courts had allowed that to bypass judgement and have him be in a place unsuitable for him. That would change, Lisa had already made of a note of it. "Tell me about your life as a child, I can tell that you didn't have a great relationship with your father. What event made you who you are?"
Lisa checked her watch, she had time for the bitter questioning. What she didn't have time for was his way of dealing with quesitons, going off topic. It seemed to her that he enjoyed being in the asylum, the complete opposite of what the experience should feel like. She began looking at the papers from past interviews.
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Post by missj on Jul 21, 2011 21:31:33 GMT -5
The Joker fixed her with a hard stare. "Do I look like I'm afraid of death?" His voice held no joy in it, no amusement. She was reaching the end of his patience. "I'm insane, Miss Novak. What about that would make you think I'm competent enough to give you an 'acceptable' answer, hmm?" He leaned back in his cot, giving her a smug grin.
He remained completely silent as she continued with her pointless questions. To the Joker, she was just going around in circles, asking the same question over and over just in a different format. "You obviously didn't read the numerous psych files on me, Lisa. I have what's called multiple choice personality." He giggled before stopping abruptly, giving her a chilling glare.
"You want to know what your biggest mistake was, hmm?" He leaned forward, speaking so low that only she could hear him. "You think that you're the one in control. Let's face it, you're not. Not at work, not at home, and certainly not here. In here, I call the shots. You think you decide when you come or go, but I do. In fact, if I wanted you to leave, all I would have to do is jump at you and the guards would whisk you away for upsetting the crazies. If I want you to stay, all I have to do is keep avoiding your questions and you become more and more wrapped up in what I'm saying."
Joker leaned back, his signature smile fixated on his face yet again. "So, Miss Novak, are you going to ask me something interesting or am I going to have to provide the entertainment for tonight's party? Hehehehehe..."
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Last Edit: Jul 21, 2011 22:22:10 GMT -5 by missj
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 21, 2011 22:19:34 GMT -5
Despite his numerous glares at her, he took her for a fool like all people. "Right, because all crazy people control Arkham. I'm not stupid nor am I unaware of the serious danger you posess being anywhere except for a maximum sexuirty prison. You see if it were up to me I'd have you in a crate in space floating around until your brain comes back to your forehead and you realize your in over your head. I don't have questions anymore, because all your statements are giving me the answers" She got out of the chair and walked around looking at the bar, " Now did you give Joan the same responses you did me, or was that because she was "special" because she is adapt to your sickening methods of answering the simple questions".
Lisa was going to make sure the clown wouldn't be wearing any makeup anymore. She would be talking to the D.A. and her detectives to move the crazed man out of Arkham with recommendations from Jeremiah Arkham and Joan Leland of course. So she stared at the window trying to understand why the man was in the Asylum when he was sure of escaping and that he was buying time so to speak.
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Post by missj on Jul 21, 2011 22:41:04 GMT -5
The Joker smiled as she stood up quickly, giving her a completely smug look. "I didn't say crazy people in general controlled Arkham, Miss Novak. I said I control Arkham, and I've been in this town too long. I still have 157 consecutive life sentences to serve here. you want me to serve further crimes in Blackgate, fine. I'll do my best to live till then." He grinned at her blissfully.
This poor woman had now idea what she was getting into. She was letting him get to her, whether she knew it or not. When she mentioned Joan, he looked at her skeptically. Now she was just getting desperate. "What makes you think anything I told Joan was more truthful than what I told you? Joker's wild, Lisa." He giggled neurotically as he watched her approach the exit to his cell. "Good meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 21, 2011 22:50:38 GMT -5
She walked near the cell, "Nice meeting you too, You can threaten me all you want, but I won't stop doing my job. I look forward for your next hearing. Drink more coffee, it does wonders to the mind." The guard opened the cell as Lisa walked out. The man didn't intimidate her his actions did. He was a ticking time bomb and the fact that he openly stated that he owned Arkham wasn't good for the city, pray that he doesn't escape. Lisa began thinking of ways to actually keep him imprisoned then just sit in a cell each day plotting and plotting. She wasn't one to support the death penalty, but the man was the exception.
She made her way down the hall to Joan's office. When she realized leaving him to rot was a bad idea. So she went back up the stairs to the cell as the guard was confused and attempted to stop Lisa. "Excuse me, Ms. Novak you don't have an appointment". Lisa didn't need an appointment "Please get out of my way, I'm not done yet." She easily pushed aside the man as he opened the door and let her in.
"You answer my questions and I'll make a deal with you" Lisa needed to crush the mob's henchmen the evidence secret was in Joker's mind.
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Post by missj on Jul 21, 2011 23:11:05 GMT -5
The Joker didn't even acknowledge her as she approached him again. "Miss Novak, are you sure you don't need to spend some time in an Asylum? What deal would I make, hmm?" That's when he thought about what he had been hearing about on the outside with the FBI and how they were slowly working to take down the vigilantes. He kicked his feet up in an arrogant gesture.
"I'll answer your questions, boss lady; on one condition. If the DA's office is going to declare war on costumed freaks, then it's going to be on all costumed freaks. Including the Bat-eared ones, capice?" His grin turned dark and evil. If this woman wanted answers, she'd pay a high price. He didn't want freedom; he could get that himself. Besides, he had no intention to 'change his ways'. No, what he wanted was for Batman's life to be as difficult as his. "BUT! There is a condition to that as well; his identity is to stay secret. It just takes all the fun out of things. Ruins the surprise... hehehehe...."
In all honesty, the Joker didn't expect her to take the deal. He expected her to say 'screw you', threaten him with some legal crap he didn't care about, and storm out like most women. Only, she wasn't most women.
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