Bad Day [Commissioner Gordon]

[The Joker]

Batman's laugh was echoing in the crazyman head. Why did he laugh? Was his Batsy discovering the fun-land? The Joker greeted him, showed his crazy world. A smooth laugh wanted to come out from the clown's red lips...his Batsy...hehehe...Batsy was a funny pet name. The clown imagined having a bat as a pet, some crazy images pop out in his mind, funny ones, like dead bloody bats and he was searching images in the blood like in the Rorschach's test. The laugh was about to break out, the guards taking him in the interrogation room could hear noisy sounds from the clown's mouth.

The Joker was trapped in a straitjacket, however the clown thought if he could escape from it, at least it would have been fun trying, but he stayed still. However, he wasn't only in a straitjacket, but in a rolling transportation-thing too...like Hannibal Lecter...without the mask though. The guards jumped in surprise and annoyance when suddenly the clown started laughing, maybe a mask was necessary or a muzzle at least.

The laugh stopped when the door of the interrogation room was opened, the clown stared at the one-way mirror. Some policemen where behind the mirror, they were talking in a serious manner, all the mood was dark and it became darker when they saw the Joker staring. They stopped talking and they felt something inside, maybe fear? It was illogical, the clown couldn't hear and see the other side of the mirror. They felt rage for sure...what the lunatic did to the Commissioner's daughter...they had to keep themselves from killing that laughing-thing. Joker knew it and he was amused by them.

The guards stopped the rolling-thing in front of the table and stood beside the clown waiting the Commissioner to come in. The clown was waiting too. Waiting for an explanation. Him...Jimmy...Gordon...hadn't been funny. The Joker made it perfect: his Bad Day. However, Gordon hadn't been changed by it. How could it be possible? This was driving Joker crazy...oh...well.

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The door buzzed, it was heavy, and was probably easier to bust the wall down than get through the door. Swinging open slowly, coffee in hand, manila folder tucked under his armpit, The Commissioner walked in. It had been a long night, and he just came back from the hospital to check up on his daughter, leaving guards in his wake at the sides of her door, she was still on his mind. He thought of how some fathers take matters into their own hands, when it came to facing a man who had violated their daughters. How they had no self control. How easy it would be to kill him. He walked over and pulled his uncomfortable metal chair out and placed his cup of steaming coffee on the table. Despite what happened to him hours ago, he was still shaken up. The coffee helped, a beer would have been better. But it helped.

The slapped the folder onto the table in front of the madman and sipped his bitter joe. "Despite what you may or may not think, I'm not here to talk about you. I'm not here to talk about me. I'm not here to talk about you and me. Not now anyway." The Commissioner opened up the folder which displayed profile pictures of men that were issued into an insane asylum. "You can cooperate, or we can get Bullock in here. You busted these goons out of Arkham, we need you to tell us where they're hiding." He spoke through coffee eyes and blank stares, not exactly wanting to deal with the Clown Prince of Crime at this late hour. Wanting rather to be by his daughter's side and keep the media off of her.

[The Joker]

Green eyes met Gordon ones when he said the part of talking of you and me...that reminded of Batman and his helping hand despite everything. The clown kept staring at Gordon "Really...?? Such a cold response...you don't want to talk about what happened between you and me...and the wheel" a laugh "You just want to talk about businness...why are you here then? You can give this interrogation to someone else...Bullock you said? You should be with your daughter and instead you are here..." the clown smiled "...with me" he titled his head and now a serious expression was on his face "We want the same thing: answers" his brows frowned down "You give me yours and I will give you mine..." the clown moved and his arms' form could be seen moving in his jacket, the elbow's tip most, but he wasn't trying to escape from it, he was trying to gesticulate, a crazy thing to do if you were in a straitjacket "I wanted to dimostrate something and instead you dimostrated yours" the clown shook his head "It's rude of you" and here he laughed because if Gordon had been rude then what was the clown after the horrible thing he did "You dimostrated that a bad day couldn't change you..." the clown's voice was deep "...this bad day changed your daughter at least" he smiled.

The Joker was livid inside. He couldn't understand. Perhaps Batman was right...it wasn't the bad day the problem, but the clown himself. Another thing in common with his Batsy? The clown hoped so, there would be a positive thing from this. However, his mind was filled with...most were crazy things...but now there was a loud...the cown couldn't give it a name, but it was too normal for his taste and it was interfering too much...the clown barely knew what he was saying. Maybe.