8832/Rec time in maximum security

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Rec time in maximum security
Date of Scene: 16 August 2019
Location: Arkham Asylum
Synopsis: Julia is given some yard time with the Joker. Plans were set in motion.
Cast of Characters: Joker, Stockholm




Joker has posed:
At any given time there's not suppose to be more than six maximum security patients in the sub-basement area of Arkham Asylum. Currently they're working at a less than optimal security staff with double that number of violent offenders, so they've had to make a few corner cuts with regards to Rec time that probably isn't the safest, but neither is getting shut down for inhumane treatment of the Criminally Insane.

Stockholm is led out to the small open air courtyard, but it's still four walls with a shatter proof glass where Guards can keep an eye on her. There's a basketball hoop against one wall, but no ball to shoot.. and she's not going to be out here alone, though they didn't specify exactly who it was going to be.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia is a little leery about rec time, or really any time outside her very secure maximum security cell. Every since the wall blowing up incident she was moved to maximum security in the basement.

Honestly most of the orderlies and security blame her for the recent cluster fuck of less than optimal security. I mean they did have to shift people out of that whole damaged section and that puts a crunch on space.

It isn't her fault that they are very full up on inmates right now of course, but still some of this is her fault.

Also someone could try to fulfill the damn contract that motivated Bane to try to kill her.

So yeah a little tense. She looks around the small space with no weapons, her arm still in a cast though all the bruises and little shrapnel cuts have really faded at this point. Just one large set of stitches on her forehead remains partially obscured by her hair.

"Well this is fine."

Joker has posed:
A short while later the single door opens out of the wall to permit the other patient allotment. Shuffling forward in wrist and ankle restraints, the lanky figure looks even more dangerous when bound, if such an insane thing were even possible.

The fact that he comes with a full team of security is telling in and of itself.

The fact that this team is authorized to use extreme force is even more so.

They're armed with shock batons and bite guards on their armor because he took a man's throat out last month. He wasn't trying to escape, he just didn't like the way the guards Adams Apple was sitting.

It's hard to really tell sometimes.

Upon entering, the tall figure turns towards his escort and juts his white hands out at them, long spendly fingers curled so the dingy green nails are pointed up at him.. clipped short after he clawed a nurses eye out when she came to check his vitals after a savage beating by a group of guards.

Free of his restraints, he turns with a dramatic twist of his head that sends shaggy, unkept green hair swinging about his long face. Manic eyes surveying his surroundings until the settle firmly upon Stockholm in her little corner of the room.

The Joker's grin is perpetual, showing off-white teeth, but he has none of his usual theatrics here. No makeup to paint sickly pink lips a vibrant red.. no pancaking to pop out the white of his skin.

"I know you." No whimsical sing-song in his voice.

Just a psychopath. Staring at the younger crazy person like a little fish in a shark tank.

Stockholm has posed:
When Julia sees who it is she takes a deep, deep, slow breath and then lets it out equally as slowly. Moving to lean against the wall and watch while the guards leave her in there with him.

"You're looking good Mistah J." she isn't mocking, not really. He is just starting to get into her skull that fast really and things happen. Cascades of personalities and emotions. "Haven't seen you since I did that gig in New York for you." where she got him one of the Foot Coins. Which was shortly after she drove him from a mob doctor back to Gotham for his triumphant return. They have a pretty colorful history of her working for him and all.

She grins, the grin is a bit manic now. God he gets to her. "I had no idea you got put back in here... least they didn't break your arm or blow you up. Hows things?" she pauses and flicks a look this way then that way before whispering "It is sloppy joes tonight."

Joker has posed:
One of his long fingered hands rubs the wrist of the other arm where his shackles were cutting into the skin. They don't take any chances with the Joker, it's an unspoken legal loophole that they can disregard a lot of the standard procedure with regards to keeping him secure.. which are never enough and sometimes almost comically cruel.

They haven't let him out of his cell in three weeks though... so there's only so far they can stretch it without Doctors asking questions.

"Ahhh..." Pointing indifferently at Julia, moving with just the slightest limp towards one wall where he turns and slides down until his knees are teepee'd with his forearms dangling over them. "So, ya come here often do ya?" Flicker pointing up at Julia.

It is a universal truth that the Clown Prince and the man he becomes in Arkham are vastly different monsters. This is where he comes to recharge, his place of zen. It is entirely possible he's never /actually/ caught... just decides he's done and comes back here for some quiet time.

"Is it?" Sloppy Joes tonight... His head perks up, dingy green brow elevating over a manic eye, "I love a good sloppy joe, but this place..." Flicking his fingers, pfffffffffffing quietly behind his shaggy hair, "They just use manwich and call it sloppy joe. No artistry in their work. It's criminal. Puts me in a murderous rage..."

It might be hard to see, but he's watching Julia. If she moves, his eyes move, just hidden behind his long sickly green bangs that show off just a hink of his big permanent grin. "I heard you have a price on you... How much?"

Stockholm has posed:
Julia can actually relate to this right now, she would be happy healing and recovering in her cell. Wouldn't have complained or tried to get out at all for some time. But no. Attempted assassinations blamed as breakout attempts despite her protests. Sigh. Stupid Batman.

"Those fuckers." she deadpans. "Someone should push the head chef right into his own meat grinder, that would be a real manwich worth serving."

The question gets a bored noise from her. "No idea, stuck in here. Some asshole with some mercs .. wore a mask.. tried to off me." a head shake. "The bats home invade me, steal my dog, and now this bullshit. makes me want to kill someone."

She has this look like she is contemplating the chef again.

Joker has posed:
Joker watches Julia go through her paces, flex out the ol' homicide he is want to say, with a little growth in his grin. "That wouldn't hurt very long." He says quietly, as unmoving and unyielding in his position as would be Batman.. though it would likely be a very different play if the Dark Knight was here. "Better if you put his family in the meat grinder and force him to serve it to the patients. THEN you're teaching a lesson on artistry.. proper dietary needs of the criminal insane.. a little cannabilism amongst friends."

There's a brief pause as she explains her reasons for being here and her lack of knowledge regarding the exact extent of her marker, "He took your dog? Probably put the little doggo in a suit of armor and have him out swinging around like an idiot by the end of the month.. I'm sorry for your loss, kiddo.." Chiding, jokingly.

The longer he talks, the more life seems to come into him. The more animate he becomes. Like a bear waking up out of hibernation.

"You should visit Mr. Gregory Peck when you get out." Pointing in her direction with a long, jutty finger, that's the Asylum's cook. "I was going to, but I think you maybe need it more than I do, huh? Call it welcome to your first hit present."

Stockholm has posed:
"Is that what the casserole will be called too I wonder, put it on the menu board." she contemplates. "You know. It would be best to not do his whole family actually. Do his wife and one kid.. then force him to serve it.. while keeping his other kid hostage so he actually does it if he doesn't want her to do. The surprise of course is she is dessert and he doesn't know it." yeah he is an absolutely terrible influence on Julia. Down right horrible.

"I was surprised he actually took my dog. I bet you are right.. little bat-a-rang launcher on his back with heat seeking bats.. oh o ho h. oh." she blinks a couple of times. "The big guy with the mask actually kicked his ass. He kicked the Bats ass."

Joker has posed:
He Kicked The Bats Ass

All that good that had happened in this terrible little square is dashed instantly upon hearing those words. With a snarl, Joker is up off the ground with surprising alacrity and grabbing for Julia's throat, "What is his name. The one in the mask, who was he? Tell me everything..." It's a temporary thing.. and he slowly releases his grip with uncurling fingers when the siren that signals the door is being unlocked is heard. The hand goes back away from her, "Just a lover's querrel, boys.. everything to see here... She's seeing another patient and it's more than I can bare." His gaze never leaves Julia.

Two hands come up to straighten her jump suit. "You an' me we have a lot in common. So far above these ants watching the show.."

Stockholm has posed:
There are even odds he wouldn't have got her by the throat if she wasn't down one arm and all. What with him still in his hobbles like he is. Still she makes the decision to not even move out of the way and just gets grabbed and stares him dead in the eyes.

"I'm working on getting the name." once her throat is released. "Bats hit him several times, didn't seem to do anything. Then he punched Bats and shattered his cowl. You don't see someone just shrug off the Bat like that often and then hit him hard enough to make him bleed."

A pause "He may have been off his game because I shot him in the face when he stole my dog... maybe not.. still impressive as all hell J."

She tilts her head to the left then the right and pops her neck holding up her hands. "All good." to the orderlies and then she goes back to making eye contact, creepy eye contact. "I know. You're in my head.... I thought about power tools to get you out but while funny to think about probably not pragmatic."

Joker has posed:
The whole story has the Joker seething.

Batman has other enemies sure, but none that have ever shown any apptitude at toppling the Dark Knight. Knowing one exists clearly sits ill with him. Because he knows that means all of Batsies attentions are directed somewhere else.. and that just wont due.

Up until this exact moment he was content to be a menace in Arkham for a few months. Maybe kill a few orderlies just to keep everyone on their toes, but definitely stay here in the darkness of his cell.

"You got any plans when you get out, toots?" Reaching up a white hand with short clipped dingy green nails to lay it against Julia's jaw, "Because I suddenly want very badly to make a masked monster laugh.. nobody hurts /my/ people and gets away with it."

Certainly nothing to do with Batman.

There is no manipulation here.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia rolls her eyes "I was considering waiting until my arm healed... I have a couple of exit strategies though. Harley owes me an out. Domino owes me an out. This new gang I've been working for really owes me an out so they may just paramilitary this shit down." she rambles softly.

"I'm sure we can jangle something together if you have pressing business on your dance card." the thing is, she absolutely understands what Joker wants to do out there, probably better than anyone right now due to the proximity. He is overwhelming.

Joker has posed:
Joker steps back away and rolls his head from side to side, still hobbled, certainly but with a renewed sort of animation that he definitely lacked before. There's murder in his eyes. Someone will die tonight. After a second he turns away from Julia and almost limps back to his side of the rec room, "It's almost time to warm up the band, ya." He muses aloud, cupping his hands around the one way mirror as if he can see through it to the guards beyond.

"I'm going to get out soon, Curtis." He taps one green nail against the glass, presumably pointing at said Curtis, "I'll find out where you live and I'm going to beat your wife to death with a chair, tie you up with her entrails, and leave you to starve until you eat your way out." Tap, tap, tap. "Feed her, you'll be glad for the extra body weight."

Stockholm has posed:
Julia needs to accelerate that call with her 'lawyer' it sounds like. Several birds with one stone there she imagines. Get Oracle off her ass with the name. Get the name for Mistah J. All sorts of success lining up.

"Poor Curtis." she notes now with wry amusement. She doesn't honestly care at all about Curtis right now. She glances at her empty wrist and then shouts at the glass "I better not miss my Manwich you pricks."

Joker has posed:
The threat definitely got the guards asses in gear. The siren buzzes and the door comes open, followed by Joker's sixed armed guards. The Psychopath takes a few steps back and holds his hands out at his sides, "I do love an orgy..." His grin is wide enough to split his face in half as one of the guards comes at him and catches him in the ribs with a swing... he doesn't even move. The shock sends him slamming against the wall, but rather than groaning and falling to the floor he starts laughing histerically.

Another comes to join in, then another, and a fourth, they take their shots, but Joker just laughs. Until his hand grabs one of their bite guards and yanks the man forward at just the wrong angle to snap his neck against the wall. It's all a matter of Geometry and a willingness to take some pain to get the right positioning.

Nobody would ever say Mister J is a ninja because he's not.. He's just really quick and strikes to kill. "Oh guys! He fell! I don't think he's ge- AH! HAHA... Come on, Larry, I th-" Bam, a baton catches him across the side of the head. The lights might not be out, but they're dimmed. Doesn't matter how tough a person is if they take a metal baton to the dome. Then five sets of boots are stomping him, his orange jump suit covered white hands out, deliberately not protecting himself.

For a second, he glances between all those bodies at Julia... and wink.. a bloody toothed grin on his face.

Everything is part of the plan.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia stays well the fuck out of it there as she crosses her arms and leans herself up against one of the one way 'glass' walls and just observes.

"I mean honestly the US Judge is like solid 10 guys.. the Russian judge is an asshole though and is giving this a 4.7 which means you should really step it up hard core at this point." she twirls her finger "Chop chop."

Mostly she wants her manwich. Also there is a lot of business to be done.