A Christmas Criminal. (Closed?)
who ; Joker and Gamzee
what ; The Joker wakes up in the hospital after arriving and makes a friend.
where ; Zone 01 Hospital
when ; Before Xmas.
warning(s) ; Swearing is inevitable.
Joker was having the strangest dream.
Well, perhaps not the strangest dream, but it was rather up there for him. It was about a 9 on his particular sliding scale of curiousness...and that made it a good deal stranger than most people's worst nightmares.
At any rate, he had the most peculiar feeling that he was staring at his own corpse with a BANG flag jutting out of his chest. Odd. He never dreamed himself dead in that particular fashion. Nevermind that the walls were dripping scrap-shrapnel, or how everything peeled into little giggling bats when he looked at it sideways. Those were fairly unremarkable as far as his dreams were concerned. But, as he passed death (or Batman, really he wasn't paying attention to him) his suit jacket and swan-dived into his own grave, because he had to get a better look at that corpse, he started to wake up. Somewhere before his face impacted the scattered dumpster floor, Joker cracked an eye open.
It was bright and white and there was this inane beeping about two inches from his head. He cracked the other eye and it took a whole second for that splitting headache to catch up with him. Without much thought, Joker's arm shot out and his closed fist impacted the front of whatever delicate piece of medical technology was beside him. It toppled to the floor with an equally delicate sounding crack and the beeping was gone. He stared at his hand in mock horror for a moment, and a slow, wide smile split his face. He giggled once and then again.
He wasn't restrained?
So this wasn't Arkham, well, that was interesting.
"Hmmm." Joker hummed quietly. After a moment, he threw caution to the wind. "HARLEY!?"
There was no response from the mostly empty facility and Joker's grin grew wider. Looks like he owed someone a favor, too bad they weren't here to collect. He was healthy as he'd ever been and there wasn't an authoritative or police presence to be found.
"Must be--" He was going to finish with 'my lucky day' but his smile fell instantly as he finally took note of the extensive decorations currently decking the halls. "Christmas?"
In half a beat, the Joker was on his feet. Some schmuck had put him in a long cotton dressing gown. Ridiculous. His suit was hanging up, but he had more urgent matters to attend to than getting dressed. He leaned out the door to the room and saw only automated drones in the hall. Being mostly unhinged already, he wasn't particularly phased by the drones, and sneered when a paper calendar didn't make itself readily apparent. He abandoned this effort and ran back across the room to the window, which he threw open with the dramatic urgency only a madman can truly express.
It. Was. Snowing.
He didn't take the time to appreciate how he was, very clearly, no longer in Gotham. Rather, he scanned the street, looking for anyone who could answer his question. The street was mostly abandoned, save for one convenient passerby...who Joker immediately threw a small medical device at. Said device shattered (relatively) harmlessly in the street next to the passerby.
"YOU, boy," Joker bellowed as he leaned almost halfway out the window. "What day is it!?"
what ; The Joker wakes up in the hospital after arriving and makes a friend.
where ; Zone 01 Hospital
when ; Before Xmas.
warning(s) ; Swearing is inevitable.
Joker was having the strangest dream.
Well, perhaps not the strangest dream, but it was rather up there for him. It was about a 9 on his particular sliding scale of curiousness...and that made it a good deal stranger than most people's worst nightmares.
At any rate, he had the most peculiar feeling that he was staring at his own corpse with a BANG flag jutting out of his chest. Odd. He never dreamed himself dead in that particular fashion. Nevermind that the walls were dripping scrap-shrapnel, or how everything peeled into little giggling bats when he looked at it sideways. Those were fairly unremarkable as far as his dreams were concerned. But, as he passed death (or Batman, really he wasn't paying attention to him) his suit jacket and swan-dived into his own grave, because he had to get a better look at that corpse, he started to wake up. Somewhere before his face impacted the scattered dumpster floor, Joker cracked an eye open.
It was bright and white and there was this inane beeping about two inches from his head. He cracked the other eye and it took a whole second for that splitting headache to catch up with him. Without much thought, Joker's arm shot out and his closed fist impacted the front of whatever delicate piece of medical technology was beside him. It toppled to the floor with an equally delicate sounding crack and the beeping was gone. He stared at his hand in mock horror for a moment, and a slow, wide smile split his face. He giggled once and then again.
He wasn't restrained?
So this wasn't Arkham, well, that was interesting.
"Hmmm." Joker hummed quietly. After a moment, he threw caution to the wind. "HARLEY!?"
There was no response from the mostly empty facility and Joker's grin grew wider. Looks like he owed someone a favor, too bad they weren't here to collect. He was healthy as he'd ever been and there wasn't an authoritative or police presence to be found.
"Must be--" He was going to finish with 'my lucky day' but his smile fell instantly as he finally took note of the extensive decorations currently decking the halls. "Christmas?"
In half a beat, the Joker was on his feet. Some schmuck had put him in a long cotton dressing gown. Ridiculous. His suit was hanging up, but he had more urgent matters to attend to than getting dressed. He leaned out the door to the room and saw only automated drones in the hall. Being mostly unhinged already, he wasn't particularly phased by the drones, and sneered when a paper calendar didn't make itself readily apparent. He abandoned this effort and ran back across the room to the window, which he threw open with the dramatic urgency only a madman can truly express.
It. Was. Snowing.
He didn't take the time to appreciate how he was, very clearly, no longer in Gotham. Rather, he scanned the street, looking for anyone who could answer his question. The street was mostly abandoned, save for one convenient passerby...who Joker immediately threw a small medical device at. Said device shattered (relatively) harmlessly in the street next to the passerby.
"YOU, boy," Joker bellowed as he leaned almost halfway out the window. "What day is it!?"