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Part Eight: Chapter 44: Plotting

"What?" She shrugs, knowing quite well what that smile of his meant. It meant he wanted something.

"Do you think you can draw me a map? Anything you can name or label would be most helpful," he states his request politely. He already knows that Ivy would do it for him.

But Ivy licks her lips and leans forward on her elbows. Nothing comes for free. "And just how are you going to pay me for that?"

Joker's smile turns up about ten degrees. He knows just how much she loves having sex with him. He rather enjoyed sleeping with her as well. "Mmmm, you've been missing me since I've been gone, haven't you? Is that why you tried busting ol' J out of the loony bin?" He leans forward too. His eyes cross her lips.

"You wish clown," she smiles big.

"I can see I'm going to have to find a way out of my cell at night...mmmm just thinking about it is waking up parts of me that would be best left sleeping," he almost groans. He then glances down at his lap to access the damage.

"And what would you do if I happen to get out of my cell and find a way into yours?" Ivy moans right back, her own eyes staring at the Joker's lips. She had missed him.

The Joker licks his lips and tounges his cheek, "I'd fuck you. Hard. Right up against the bars," he says lowly.

"I'd love to run my foot over that budge in your pants," Ivy says and sits up straight.

The Joker smirks, enjoying their camaraderie, "I think I could use my foot to rub a certain somewhere on you too my dear." And the bulge in his pants continues to grow.

Ivy bats her eyes. "You're torturing me, you realize?"

"You started it. That's ok though, tonight when we're locked up in our dark cells, fucking ourselves, we can think of each other. Ha," he softly chuckles. He smiles warmly at Ivy. This is the first he's smiled in weeks. He was truly indebted to her. She was like a sunray after a thunder cloud. "But rest assured, I don't plan on being confined to my cell forever."

"If anybody can do it, you can," she gives him an encouraging nod.

"Ivy..." The Joker says but pauses a moment, "I'm glad you're here. You dont know how much I really needed to see your beautiful green face."

Ivy just smiles and makes note of his soft and sincere sounding tone. She knew he'd find a way to get them out of here. He was very smart and very resourceful. She watches as he takes his spork and shoved it down his throat. She has no idea what he plans to do with it but she knows he must have a reason. Then he reaches out and grabs her napkin and shoved it down his pants.

"Do be on the lookout for a paperclip," he says strangely, due entirely to the object lodged in his throat. He winks at Ivy and stands up. He grabs his tray and leaves the cafeteria.

A guard pulls out cuffs and puts them on him. This particular guard always seemed burned out to the Joker. As if he's worked here just a bit too long. He seemed so bored with the mundaneness of his job. It didn't appear as if got his kicks by abusing the patients however. The Joker smiles to himself as he slowly starts walking down the hall, the guard two paces behind.

"Tell me," Joker purrs, "Do they pay you well here?" He asks and glances back at the guard.

"Not for the shit we have to deal with," the guard sighs, his eyes on the floor.

The Joker's grin widens. He loves the sound of this. The circumstances were absolutely perfect. "Ever given thought to earning extra cash?" He nonchalantly asks.

The guard huffs. He's been solicited by patients before, a few of which he's kindly turned a blind eyes or carried out a harmless favor. He knows what the Joker was getting at. "So long as I don't have to kill nobody."

The Joker stop and turns to face the guard with a grin. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah you're that gangster guy who runs Gotham. The Joker." He nods.

"Yes. I am. Listen, if you help me I'll give you enough money to retire. You know I have the money. Cash, no direct deposit bullshit or PayPal, perfectly tax free cold hard cash. Sound good?" He asks and gives him a sly smile.

"Anything you say Mr. Joker," he smiles big.

"If you please, my men all call me Mr. J," he nods his head. "First I need paper and pen. Then I'll need you to get a couple of notes to a couple of my friends inside other wards."

The guard simply nods, "No problem Mr. J." He opens his cell and the Joker goes inside. The guard disappears and returned minutes later with a legal pad and a pen.

"Thank you," the Joker smiles and takes them.