<em> “If I tell you my name would you tell me why you're interested in the paper? You've done something haven't you? That no one's caught onto yet.”</em><br/>“I’ve always been a man to make a bargain so sure thing. I guess I can tell you but you have to get where I’m coming from sweetheart. You talk about tit for tat fair trade bullshit. What’s fair about what your offering? I can refuse to even talk to you and be given another Doctor to try their best to get answers from me. BUT I like you so we’ll play it your way. Though tell me what is fair? The way I see it your out there, and you have access to everything you want regardless of what I give to you. Then you have me in here alone, with not a single thing to amuse myself with. You better offer me something better then your shit rewards system. SO here’s my list of things I want and for each thing I get I will give you something back. Something you can’t get anywhere else. Some insight maybe…”<br/><br/>He leaned on his elbows able to feel the ungiving cement pressure there. His attention went back to her with an amused look on his face; ah her glasses had been removed. Bouncing from topic to topic he blurted out. “AH you look much better without them. I can see those baby blues I feel as though I can see your soul through such pretty eyes.” He laughed low amusing himself by the lady behind the glass inspecting her as if she were the one in lock down. “I may have done something… depends on what time it is exactly I might have already done it.” Even now the Joker had his crew working on the rest of his plan they knew already where He was and as he lay there he could do so with a sense of ease. Knowing that the junior high dropout was hacking into the asylum security to start the plan to bust him out. It was only a matter of time before they made contact with him.<br/><br/>He lowered his gaze sweeping his eyes down making it seem as though he were thinking inwardly lashes resting just along his high cheek. “Yes.” He replied. “I have done something. Though we all do things to amuse ourselves don’t we toots.” He didn’t get up but remained in the same position as he began to talk more and more. “You know I noticed you’re not wearing a ring, can it be that you’re not married?? Well your young, and since you’re here that must mean you just don’t have the time huh? I know how that is, busy busy hard worker bee you are. Come on there must be a boyfriend or some booty call to get your rocks off.” He made a single shrug at his left shoulder. “What do you say? Tit for Tat right?? I answered your question, now give it to me honey your name, something I can call you unless you like my pet names?” He eased now off his bed and began to head back to the glass.<br/><br/>“I have other names I can call you but since we are becoming fast friends I don’t think you’d like me very much.” He looked to his wrist and lifted it to his mouth biting, it stung at first but the quick rush of adrenaline began to kick in as he broke sink, bleeding his wrist and pulling it away from his mouth. A couple of nonchalant dabs with his finger he’d gotten something to write with.  Leaving his name on the glass purpose written backwards the words coming out as the only name he had ever been called.  ‘JACK’ then he paused with a grin. ‘JACK LOVES DOCTOR QUINZEL’ Now fully ignoring her as he began to draw doodles of the last ten hours and his actions. Though the blood was slowly clotting and just before he was about to draw the church exploding he grumbled punching the glass. He wasn’t able to break it of course and laughed as he eased back he clasped his hand clutching his knuckles knowing he must have problem the middle one as the pain made him feel. Simply to feel. He had acquired a higher tolerance for pain years ago always pushing the limits of pain being stabbed, shot at, beaten and while he himself had the same and more he was sick and tired of everyone not enjoying his antics so of course they had to die. “Oh and I think I would like to have our meetings outside of this box. A more intimate setting. You know me laying on a nice cozy leather couch while you ask me repeatedly how I feel.”<br/>