InsaneJournal

Who: The Joker and whoever wants to talk to him, God help you.
Where: Prison! Jail, actually.
When: Just post the epic Kicking Ass and Taking Names thread. He got his ass kicked, but not his name taken.
What: An Open Post! Shocker. Want to kick his ass and call him naughty names and beg him to spare your family? Go for it. Want to talk to him one on one just for kicks? Go right ahead. This for the people who wanted to talk to him in person, but haven't been able to yet.
Warnings: So far? Swearing.



Jail time. He'd known it would come to this. Just like back in Gotham they were too scared to move him into the prison with the rest of the inmates, choosing to keep him downtown until they could get him to trial. Hadn't they learned yet?

Right, he forgot. Fresh police force, didn't quite get the joke yet. That was just fine. He seemed perfectly happy to sit in his cell, listening to the clattering of fellow inmates throwing themselves against the bars and calling for him to just get close enough for them to tear off his ears. A couple threatened to fuck him silly, and a couple begged to join his club.

He didn't appear to be affected by any of this. No, he was watching the police officers pacing at a safe distance, watching him like a tiger at the zoo. Pretty from far away, but don't put your fingers inside Hee. It was flattering, really.

And he was thinking. So there were at least two of them backing up Bats, with more waiting in the wings. Now he had people to start from.

That had been the whole point, of course. Blowing up a mostly empty building and calling out every superhero type he could think of? He'd practically sewn a target to the back of his coat. Now he knew what they looked like, what they sounded like, and that they cared about each other. He knew how they fought and how they thought.

It was only a matter of time.

And when, a few days into his incarceration, he saw the police officers studying a paper and glancing over at him like they didn't want him to see what was on the front page, he got mighty curious. He asked very politely to see the paper.

They slid the front page through the bars. He pinned it against them with his hands and read the headline.

Then he started to giggle. And the giggle went to a laugh. He fell to the ground and began writhing, the police officers staring on in horror. The paper had fallen over his face when he'd collapsed in his laughing fit, and when he sat up it fell into his lap. "DON'T YOU GET IT?" He asked. "DON'T YOU SEE? OF COURSE, OF COURSE, OF COURSE!"

He fell back again still laughing.

Bruce Wayne. Of course.