Reader P.o.v
I hissed as they shoved me into the cell. Sure I had killed two guard on the way here but that was normal for them by now. I stood up and brushed off my orange jump suit then looked around the cell slightly. There was a bed and a small desk with only paper and instead of a pencil it was just a piece of soft graphite putty. They probably figured we would stab someone if we got our hands on something sharp. Also a small book shelf with therapy books and random novels. The floor was cold, it was hard cement. Why being thrown to the ground wasn't the best welcome. There wasn't even a pillow. I groaned.
"Fuckers." I mumbled and sighed. I then heard a faint laugh from the cell next to me. I glanced in amusement at the green haired man. Everyone know the joker. He was on the news 24/7 before he got locked up in here. I was up on the screen to lately. After I snapped.
"Its just nice a cozy in here isn't it?" He snickered and leaned his head to the wall grey. I rolled my eyes and gave him and a smile and said sarcastically. "Oh yes. Drawing with a soft brick and sleeping without a blanket or Pillow. Its just lovely. Or the fact the only color i get to look at is orange" I grabbed my jumpsuit and grinned. He just laughed and shook his head.
"You'll get used to it."
I nodded then turned to the books "Hmm im surprised. I didn't know that they thought you cant use a book as a weapon." I hum. Someone crazy could easily beat someone to death if they wanted to.
"If you try it they take them away. It's the only reason i haven't used one is because there's nothing else to do." He grumbles. Clearly mad over the circumstances.
I crouch down to the small shelf and look through all the names. "I've read all of these psychology books." I sigh and grab 4 or 5 then stand up. I looked over them once more than sat at the bars separating our cells "Book swap?" I suggest. He raises a eye brow not moving from his bed "Why would you have read that level of psychology books?" He smirks looking at me.
I smirk back, "No actually I was a trained psychiatrist." He looked slightly surprised. "Yeah. As you can tell it didn't do me much good. I worked here actually till sometime before you got here."
"A smart lady i see. Hmm.." He looked in thought for a minute. Not breaking eye contact. He then looked around my face "And the scars?" No i didn't ask him, he asked me.
I stiffened. I had brown hair, green eyes, a little above average weight. Then also scars along my jaw and neck.
"That's for me to know and you to wonder. Now. Book trade or not?" I ask ignoring his question. He sighed and got up and leaned down to grab the books that were spattered all over his floor. His room wasn't clean. The pile of papers that i figured were once on his desk were now on the floor along with his books.
He then sat in front of me. I saw his face closer. His scars looked worse with the makeup, without it im sure they didn't look as odd. I then looked to his body in the jump suit. He was slightly muscular. Nothing much, which surprised me.
"Like what you see then, love?" He smirks and i roll my eyes. I then looked down at the books in my hands and slid a piece of hair behind my ear. I knew it would show the biggest scar. The one from my chest to my ear lobe. I heard his breath hitch. I knew he didn't expect that. I slowly took each book and passed it to him. When he passed his every book he would touch my hand. I didn't care. I slightly found it funny. I looked over the books after I had the small pile. It was mostly fiction novels. "At least its not the human mind. Have fun with those." I wink and get up to sit at the desk. The chair was nailed to the floor. I groaned and instead laid on the bed starring at the ceiling. They also gave you a clock in the cell. Though it was still nailed into the hard metal to keep you from grabbing it. I watched it tick and left myself to my thoughts. I hated i ended up im here. The only way to get out safely is act normal and get let out.
A few silent hours later the sky was black. I sighed moving from the hard bed to the metal chair. I sat down and tried to pull the chair into the desk. Oh right. Its nailed to the fucking floor.
I sighed and leaned over picking up the soft graphite. I teared a small piece and rolled it to a point and began drawing. I decides on drawing myself. Before the incident. It looked like a picture when i was done. I then decided to draw some album covers. Just anything random i could. I then looked to the guard as he did his round and got up quickly and stuck my arm out and snapped in the guys face. He backed away surprised. "Can i get some blue tack?" I ask and yawn. He gave me a weird look "Umm.. S-Sure." He goes somewhere and comes back and throws me in some blue tack. I then stick some to the back of each drawing and hang them over my bed.
It wasn't much but i would be here for a very long time. I should get used to the bare cell and make it my own. I then glanced into jokers cell. He looked over the drawings then looked twords me. "You did those with only that black shit?" He ask surprised. I nod. "Art school. Im a woman of many talents."
Joker P.o.v
I couldn't help but smile. "Im sure you are." I wink and she rolls her eyes.
"All because a woman has never touched you doesn't mean you need to get snappy Jack." She said my name sassily. I stiffin. "How do you know my name?" I ask. That information was under lock and key. "Don't worry i wont tell staff. Lets just say. I get around." I frown softly and turn to think.
This girl was gonna be a interesting one.