The Doctor

Chapter 7: Jokers Nice Side

      When I awoke again, I was met with a grey hoodie and sore muscles. The events before I fell asleep slowly flooded back into my mind and I tensed, looking up to the sleeping face of Joker. With a yelp, I quickly let go of him, falling back and hitting the floor with a thunk, causing Joker's eyes to snap open and look at me. I flinched back in fright, mumbling out an apology as I started to shake. He sighed in exasperation and stood up, making me whimper in fear and sink lower to the floor like a dog.

     "Come here Alex, your gettin covered in blood." He gruffly reprimands, looking down at me. I tense up and slowly cast my eyes downward to see blood puddled beneath my fingers, staining me red. I jumped up in shock and fear, trying but failing to wipe my hands off. I started to hyperventilate, furiously scrubbing my hands against my pants, but two gloved hands halted my movements, yanking my hands away.

     "You gotta stop freaking out Alex. Or I will make you stop." Joker forcefully states, pulling my hands above my head so I can't do anything. I try to slow my breathing while the Joker stares at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes. He seems to figure something out because he yanks me towards him, one arm moving under my legs and the other on my back, and lifts me up in his arms bridal style. I freeze in confusion and anxiety courses through me, wondering what he's doing. He carries me towards the cell door and kicks it hard. The bang rings through the station but no one answers, so he does it again and again. Finally two cops I don't know walk into the room.

     "What the hell is making all the racke-." One cop starts, his eyes trailing around the room until they land on us. Joker is covered in blood and surrounded by the bodies that might be dead or alive, I'm not sure, and I am hanging in his arms, disheveled and also covered in blood, tears trailing down my face. The cop falls backwards in shock while I could hear the other reaching in the background.

     "Wh-what happened. Dave, c-call the Commissioner. Now!" The one who fell yells out, slowly standing up and pulling out his gun, shakily aiming it at Joker. I look up at his face to see him just watching, unamused, as the guys scramble around. After a couple of minutes, Gordon enters followed by five or six cops, and they all freeze, taking in the scene.

     "Finally Co-mmi-ssion-er. It took ya long enough. We need a new cell, and she needs some new clothes." Joker drawls out, walking closer to the bars and staring Gordon down. The cops quickly pull out their guns and aim at us, while Gordon just stares, taking us in.

     "I cannot do that until you tell me what happened, Joker. These men look murdered."

     "And they deserve it!" Joker shouts angrily.

     "These disgusting insects should know their place, and you Commissioner. Where. Were. You?" Joker snarls, kicking the cell door again, causing the cops to back up a step, guns still raised.

     "What do you mean Joker?" Gordon asks, trying to be calm. I feel the Joker's chest rumble with a growl and he sets me down. My legs fail and I fall to my knees, hugging my chest and watching the Joker. He walks over and picks up the Boston guy, he is covered in blood while his head has an odd concave in it. I quickly look away in disgust and fear as Joker drags him towards the police.

     "What is he in jail for?" Joker asks roughly, slamming the guy's head against the door and holding him there.

     "What are you talki-?"

     "What is he in jail for?" Joker interrupts Gordon. Gordon sighs and grabs a paper off the desk next to him.

     "John Mclarny. Age 46. Arrested for robbery and attempted r-rape and moles... molestation. Oh god." Gordon reads, his face considerably darkening.