JOKER'S MEMOIR

[Joker]

JOKER'S MEMOIR
that's right -- laugh it up

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Arkham Days


Well, what can I say? Even a dangerous guy like me enjoys free boarding and food; despite desting the food and the company, it was liveable...for a while, anyway. I still had some guys on the side, both in and out, which made my stay less boring. Getting them to sneak in good food, and occassionally even some small-time drugs to take the edge off. Fortunately for me, staring out the window of my cell wasn't the only thing to keep me entertained.

Shortly after I arrived, the bastards wanted to start me up right away with my little 'therapy sessions' -- when in the end, the ones who really needed the therapy where my doctors! Ha! Ha! What a fucking joke. But unlike last time, they didn't send some old, cocky dickhead or cunt; they send to me a little untouched lamb, pure as can be, with only a few months, or at most a year of experience beneath her belt. Being a man and all, I was already wondering what as beneath that preverbal belt; and I wasn't looking about credicals, either.

Not like I could help it. She was hot, but wrapped up in this strict business facade that I just wanted to shred into pieces like no tomorrow. Her name was too perfect, as well. Harleen Quinzel; I definitely couldn't pass this girl up. It was easy enough to charm her, while still keeping relatively true to myself. I practically had her running back for more little 'sessions'. They were a hoot -- and soon enough, I had the blonde bombshell eating out of my hand, and taking punches. But like a good little lapdog, she came back. Whenever I wasn't picking apart the psyche of Miss Quinzel, I mostly bugged the other inmates or guards; which was fun, but too redundant, and typical.

My little harlequin busted me out of Arkham and it was a beautiful day! I've decided to keep her around, at least for a little while. A simple task, seeing how smoothly she falls for my kisses and even the barest of touches.


--wip--


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