Commissioner Gordon walked briskly through the halls of Arkham, trench coat dancing around his knees. Even though he would like nothing more than to be in his bed right now they finally had the clown. They finally had him.
It had been determined that Arkham would be the safest place to keep him for now as they still weren't sure who to trust in the force and Blackgate was currently empty as the prisoners were still on the ferry. Once those prisoners were back The Joker was in a lot of trouble, he'd almost succeeded in having them all killed. But these were things they could sort out later. Right now they had bigger problems.
"Ah, Commissioner, welcome. Security said you would be close" a senior Arkham administrator acknowledged, standing next to a white, reinforced door. "We have one of our doctors in there already as we want to make sure we get all the information we can, that way we can begin a diagnosis as well. He is rambling and getting to the men in there. Personally I'm trying not to listen to what he is going on about. It's...well, it's quite chilling".
Gordon scratched at his moustache as he peered into the rooms small, reinforced window. "Well let me in there with him. How is he restrained?"
The administrator slowly brought his pass out from his pants pocket, ready to scan. "Cuffed and strapped to the chair. We are going to have to sedate him to put on the straight jacket though, he injured three people when they tried to put it on earlier. We've only had him a couple of hours and you have no idea the trouble he's caused already".
Gordon wasn't jealous of whoever had to get the needle near him. "Well good luck with that, just as long as he can't try anything now I'll speak to him as he is". At this Jim strode through the therapy room door with two of his officers.
The Joker was sitting at a table with four guards behind him. They all had tazers, two had tranquilliser weapons, the others regular guns. They had managed to strip him of his paint and had changed his clothes. He looked smaller like this but he wasn't any less intimidating. His eyes had dark shadows beneath them and his teeth were as discoloured as ever. Even now in their charge he looked in control despite his manic appearance. In fact, he was happily talking along about something. The men behind him were shaking slightly and sweating as they gripped their weapons tighter.
"…and if you take that bottle off the wall, there would be 37 bottles of aborted fetuses on the wall…". Suddenly his eyes snapped up to see Gordon walking in, he looked delighted. "White and two sugars, thanks, but this time no good cop bad cop". He pretended to try to look behind him just in case, a throw back to his time in the MCU interview room. The guards stiffened.
Gordon just stood there taking in his predicament. "You know who I am. I have to say that it's such a satisfying feeling to see you locked up after all that we've all been dealing with the last few days, weeks even". He gazed down at the handcuffs and the straps holding the green haired man to the chair. "It really suits you". At this he sat opposite him, the table in between.
The situation didn't seem to phase the patient, in fact he seemed to be in very good spirits. "Well I was telling these boys behind me that I really like being restrained. Really like it, in fact. I thanked them. Especially these kinky little handcuffs, I said-"
"-and I said shut up, Clown!" one of the Arkham workers snapped violently as he raised his stun gun.
Gordon didn't want these men to be so touchy, it's exactly what the criminal wanted. He held a hand up until he fell back into rank. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here?"
The Joker smirked without humour then let his eyes wander around the room as he spoke. They were dark, as dark as they seemed when the black paint was around them. You could easily see the coldness there and it had the tendency to take your breath for a second. Apparently he didn't have an off switch, he was a maniac at all times. "It wouldn't have anything to do with holding the city to ransom, would it? Blowing up a hospital?". He then feigned shock "Or perhaps it's jaywalking? Or is this about the parking ticket I didn't pay a few months ago? I keep telling you guys, the meter wasn't working!".
At the side of the room the doctor wrote down these confessions and his reactions. The convict seemed irritated at this behavior, thinking through the consequences of this person analysing him in this way. Before he could say anything however the other man was speaking.
"Oh, we'll get to that, however, I have something more pressing to talk to you about first".
In an instant he had shifted his attention from the psychoanalyst. "Well I'm all ears, Jimmy. Oh, but before I forget, say hello to the wife and two kiddies for me, would ya? I'm liking those stairs too, the ones outside your place, nice and comfy to sit on and look inside from"
Gordon forced himself to remain calm and not get riled up, although he rubbed at his hands slightly under the table. "We want to know what you know about-" again Jim composed himself, no matter what he personally thought he had to do his job "-the fugitive vigilante known as Batman".
The clown's smile faded and he looked very serious, he chose who he spoke to in this way. Not many people deserved it, they weren't on that sort of intellectual level. "Has he stopped being useful? Hrm? Now that I'm tightly locked away? In here?". For emphasis he pursed his lips and rattled the cuffs near his head a few times each side like maracas.
"We just want to know what you know".
The Joker just continued on his own line of thought after loudly slapping the chains to the table and popping his lip. "Remember what happened last time you locked me up and how well that turned out for you? Hrm? What makes you think this is going to work out any better this time?"
Jim shut his eyes and reopened them trying to forget about the MCU explosion and the people killed. "What do you know?" he implored, not letting himself be intimidated. Dealing with the Joker relied on not letting him get to you. He could read the smallest sign of weakness and expose it.
The Joker leaned back as best he could in his chair, although his movement was limited as it was secured to the floor. "I wonder how my other half is doing?" he pondered whimsically. "You don't know where he's flown off to". It was a statement, not a question.
"We know you both spoke to each other before you were taken into custody. What did you talk about?"
The Joker let out a giggle and grinned. "Oh, I don't talk about my personal life in interviews, Commissioner. Don't you want to know who I'm wearing tonight?"
Gordon was getting frustrated. "You're in the same jumpsuit as the rest of the patients here. You look exactly the same as the others without your makeup".
"I'm wondering what they're going to do with my hair, personally. Will they try to dye the green out? Will they try to cut it off? Hopefully they'll try to make it blond". His tone changed and his eyes burned as he dipped his head lower. "Would you like to hear what I can do with a bottle of bleach?"
There was a pause, the threat echoed around the room. Gordon used his experience to his advantage to ensure that he didn't look affected. "We'll come back to that then. Coleman Reese. What do you know?"
The Joker seemed amused but distracted. This subject wasn't as interesting. His eyes shifted around the room and he frowned as they fell on the writing psychiatrist once more, he lifted his body a bit in an effort to see what they were writing even though they were on the other side of the room. "Who?"
"Coleman Reese. You threatened to have him killed"
Another giggle, he was playing with his hands now and tapping a foot. "You're going to have to be more specific than that. I've had a rather busy few days"
Jim felt slightly defeated as he knew he'd have to play along for now. "He was going to reveal Batman's true identity on live television".
"Oh, him! I'll let you in on a secret, I've never met him".
Gordon sighed in frustration. "We have reports that he was last seen being followed by some of your thugs"
The Joker brightened and made eye contact again "Actually, they prefer to be called 'Hench Clowns', looks better on the resume".
"Like they would survive that long after working for you" Jim said softly, almost with pity for the criminals as he shook his head and rearranged his hands on the table top.
The Joker gave the closest thing to a real smile yet. He replied calmly and with sincerity "I think we're going to get on just fine, Commissioner".
"Enough" Jim commanded. "Where is Coleman Reese?"
The Joker tried to get his hair out of this face with both of his cuffed hands, he was letting this distract him. "He's currently indisposed" he explained evenly in his nasal toned voice.
Gordon's eyes narrowed sensing danger. "What do you mean?"
The Joker seemed to think over his words. "Indisposed? In disposed? Ah, I mean in disposable bags. Disposed of"
"You killed him?" Jim roared, almost standing up.
The green haired man held up a finger "Now calm down. We've been over this, I can't be in two places at once, see-"
"-but you had him killed?"
"Why? Like I said, he would have spoiled the fun. It was too predictable anyway, that is his real face. There's no other man underneath, even if he thinks there is"
Gordon waved his hand and one of his officers came over. Jim asked The Joker "Where is he? Are you lying to me?"
The clown beamed. "I'm being 100% truthful. Get your men to look at that dock where Falcone was found attached to the light. You won't be disappointed".
Jim nodded at his policeman and told him to be careful as he swept out of the room. The Joker sat there, tongue flicking out as he shuffled a little in his seat. He looked like the teachers pet who had just done the right thing in dobbing in some bullies. Gordon felt unnerved but at least they were getting somewhere. "He'll get back to me soon".
"I'm counting on it".
Warning bells sounded to some there however they pressed on, The Joker was enjoying this immensely. He was mouthing words at the Arkham doctor and making flirtatious movements of his face such as suggestive eyebrow raises and lewd lip licking directly at her.
Gordon ignored it. "We have reason to believe that you spoke with Harvey Dent earlier today. Did you?"
Again his attention shifted. "What would that matter? Has he been telling tales about me?"
Jim pressed on. "We are trying to piece together his day, we feel as though it would assist us with our enquires".
"Why don't you ask him yourself? Although it would be 50/50 whether you'd actually get anything useful out of him. Maybe some burnt offerings would help?". He was giggling again as though he weren't discussing horrible disfigurement.
"Please" Jim pushed, trying to get the man to follow their conversation in some sort of linear way.
"Don't be too hard on Haaaaarvey. A day as bad as his would turn the sanest man to a foaming-at-the-mouth loony"
"What did you do to him?". As Gordon narrowed his eyes the doctor couldn't write this down fast enough.
"I helped bring out what was already bubbling under the surface. Don't underestimate the power of grief to trip a person over the edge. Imagine if something bad happened to you-"
"Imagine I, say, shot your daughter-"
"-enough!" Jim bellowed. This was far to close to what had just happened with Dent, his children had been threatened with a gun only hours earlier and it was bringing back horrible flashbacks.
The guards raised their weapons and all shouted warnings at him at once.
"Hee, hee, hee, a-hoo". The restrained one wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "Aw, come on you're killing me here". He sighed. "Maybe Haaaaaarvey is with your outlawed vigilante?"
"We know where he is" Gordon replied, slowing down his rapidly beating heart. "They are not together"
"Well as I said don't feel too harshly towards the fallen White Knight. He did what he had to do".
One of the guards raised his weapon. "Harvey Dent was a hero".
Jim shot him a death glare, he didn't want to clown knowing more than he had to.
"I'm sure he was but-" he turned the best he could in his chair and was able to just make eye contact with the man "-how the mighty fall".
The guard started towards the clown but was held back by two of his colleagues.
"Get him out of here!" Jim commanded, now on his feet. He didn't return to his seat until the employee left. This left three guards, one of the tranquilizer guns had now gone. "No more of that behaviour from any of you!"
The prisoner had a polite look of openness on his face. "Well he had a pretty high opinion of a common murderer. You find all the people the coin flipper killed off yet?
"Dent" Jim began, looking down "isn't wanted for murder". He gazed up. "Did you talk to him at the hospital or not?".
Already The Joker was raising his hands, telling him to stop talking for a moment. "No, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?"
"Did you talk to him at-"
"-what did you say before that?" The Joker interrupted curiously, earning him a jab in the back with a pistol and an order to calm down. Then Jim saw it happen, an eureka moment flashed in the clowns eyes and Jim knew it was lost.
A few giggles spurted out of The Joker's lips as he spoke. "You're looking for The Bat Man because he won't come when called. A wanted man. And, and you think Dent is as white and shining as ever. Oh, Commissioner, what dirty little secrets are you hiding?"
He watched him intently, Jim couldn't meet his eyes. The guards just assumed that was due to the clown's behavior. "We are searching for the vigilante fashioning himself as Batman. He is a wanted man".
The Joker lost himself in a cackling and shrieking mess. The guards surrounded him and began to detach the jumpsuited man from the chair to put him in a cell, to them it was the last straw and they weren't going to get anything further from him. Before he was led out he said to the Commissioner. "I don't, I don't know what's funnier. The fact you think that the Bat would murder all those people but let me live or that you just proved what I told him".
Gordon stood as the clown began to be dragged off. "And what was that?"
"That you'd drop him as soon as there was the first inkling of any trouble". Suddenly a terrifying soberness came over his features even as he was being moved. "Tell the truth, Commissioner, or risk losing him to my side. I want a longer battle before I win. Don't spoil my fun".
"Commissioner!" an officer ran up to him as The Joker was bring dragged away backwards. They were all out of the room now. "We'e been trying to reach you. We had ten officers on the dock when it was blown up!"
Gordon looked horrified. "The dock was blown up? Ten people died?"
He glanced up at the retreating figure who was now whooping with great laughter. "I did promise that you wouldn't be disappointed!". A guard punched him in the stomach to try to stop the mad cackles, it didn't work. "Think about what I've just said, look how easy it was to make the White Knight fall, you know it's true, I don't care what you've told the others. Push him to the side, leave him nowhere else to go and he is mine". At this his eyes rolled back into his head and he took a moment to reveal in that thought. "At least make mework for it first". He was punched again, this time in the chest. He eyed off his incensed guards. "Oh, we're going to have fun here, aren't we boys?" he growled.
Gordon stood there numb as the chilling laughter faded down the hallway.
"Commissioner? We found Coleman Reese's body there too just before it went up. He was telling the truth. There has been no sign of the vigilante yet though".
Jim gathered himself. "Get me Mayor Garcia at my office. We have work to do".