FantasywrittenonFlesh
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When the guards came for him, he was hanging upside down in his cage. A normal cell did not permit the level of examination that the doctors desired.
“I’m a bat,” he crooned. “Flap flap flap.”
“Get the fuck down from there,” growled Jenkins, the most abusive of the guards. He was the Joker’s favorite.
A setup, grab, and release, and he had somersaulted down in front of the cage door. The guards recoiled in fear. All except Jenkins.
The Joker blew him a kiss. Jenkins stabbed him in the stomach with his nightstick. The Joker laughed in glee. “That’s why I like you, Jenk. You’re a man of action, rather than a man of thought.”
“Get dressed, sleaze ball.”
The Joker looked down, noticing for the first time that he was naked. He frowned. “Where did my clothes go?”
Jenkins sighed and put his head in his hand for a moment. “They were covered in blood. And brains.”
The Joker snapped his fingers. “Right, right, Smith. He shouldn’t have said those things.”
“The other inmates deny he said anything.”
The Joker pushed his face against the bars. “It’s all in the eyes, Jenkins. The eyes tell everything.”
Jenkins frowned. “Are you ready to tell us where his other eye went?”
The Joker laughed merrily again, and turned away to dress in the grey jumpsuit the prison had provided. Finally, the guards bound him in manacles, attached them in an X from wrist to foot, and led him away, cackling.
“I’m a bat,” he crooned. “Flap flap flap.”
“Get the fuck down from there,” growled Jenkins, the most abusive of the guards. He was the Joker’s favorite.
A setup, grab, and release, and he had somersaulted down in front of the cage door. The guards recoiled in fear. All except Jenkins.
The Joker blew him a kiss. Jenkins stabbed him in the stomach with his nightstick. The Joker laughed in glee. “That’s why I like you, Jenk. You’re a man of action, rather than a man of thought.”
“Get dressed, sleaze ball.”
The Joker looked down, noticing for the first time that he was naked. He frowned. “Where did my clothes go?”
Jenkins sighed and put his head in his hand for a moment. “They were covered in blood. And brains.”
The Joker snapped his fingers. “Right, right, Smith. He shouldn’t have said those things.”
“The other inmates deny he said anything.”
The Joker pushed his face against the bars. “It’s all in the eyes, Jenkins. The eyes tell everything.”
Jenkins frowned. “Are you ready to tell us where his other eye went?”
The Joker laughed merrily again, and turned away to dress in the grey jumpsuit the prison had provided. Finally, the guards bound him in manacles, attached them in an X from wrist to foot, and led him away, cackling.