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"You have a vistor." John jumped up at the announcement. A small window, built into the door, opened. It was just big enough for John to see who said visitor was. His heart raced.
"Bruce!" John watched his old friend fix his tie and duck slightly in order to make eye contact. The well dressed man flashed a genuine half smile, causing John to break into an ear to ear smile. A small giggle left his mouth.
"John." Bruce let the name fall out of his mouth as if he had been holding it in for a while. It had been weeks before the two had seen each other. Both of their minds were muddled.
The orderly led Bruce to a spaced out white room with chairs and tables. There were patients and visitors sat next to each other, talking and catching up. Four orderlys stood in the room. One per each wall, watching the patients closely. Making sure nobody went rogue.
The room was somewhat full. Bruce took note that this was a popular visiting hour. Despite this fact the room was so empty. There was a very little amount of furniture.
All that was in the room was white tables and white chairs. White walls. Everything was so white, and Bruce almost internally panicked. It made him remember his time spent in this hell hole. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that it did seem as if improvements had been made to the asylum since his last visit.
Before he could get lost in any further thought, John was being walked into the room by an orderly. John looked skinny. And sick. Bruce thought this to himself, frowning. He brushed it off, hoping it was just because he hadn't seen John wear white in so long.
"Visiting hours are over in an hour. Don't say anything that could excite or anger the patient, no prolonged touching, and do not give the patient anything that wasn't already approved by his doctor." The orderly listed off, as he sat John down. Bruce shook his head to show he understood.
"Bruce!" John basically squealed. He put his hand over top Bruce's own. "I thought I'd never see your handsome mug again!" There was a large scar on John's hand, making Bruce wince with a large amount of guilt.
Bruce pulled away from the touch, almost on instinct. He watched as John's face turned to a small frown. That frown was quickly replaced by anger.
"Why are you even here, Bruce?" John snapped, pulled away and crossed his arms. He pointed his finger at himself, then at Bruce. "The thread has been snipped in half, Bruce. And you were the one holding the scissors!"
Bruce swallowed, hurt by the words John was speaking. He watched the orderly flash him a dirty look, due to Johns not so subtle outburst. He had to calm him before he got forced to leave.
"John. I'm here because you're my friend. I care about you."
John raised an eyebrow and actually looked convinced for a moment. His face went soft, and Bruce could see all the emotion in it. That was quickly replaced by a hysterical laugh, and furrowed brows.
"I thought I was supposed to be the one with the funny jokes, Bruce!" He continued to laugh, clapping to prove his point. People looked over and Bruce tried to gain control of the situation once again.
"It's not a joke, John." Bruce tried to sound as sincere as possible. "Why would I be here if I didn't care?"
"It's joker, John is dead." He basically screamed, hitting the table hard. "There has to be a reason for you to be. You need more information on another criminal? Am I just another pawn in your stupid batman game?" John began to fidget in his seat. "I have nothing to give!"
"Okay, Joker." Bruce cringed at the use of the name. "I really do care about you. I'm going to visit you everyday to prove it."
At that point John absolutely lost it. He threw his head back, continuing to laugh his iconic laugh. Bruce frowned at this.
"You really are funny Bruce!" John lunged forward and pulled him by the tie. He yanked Bruce so close that he could feel John's breath on his face. "But that's my job."
Before Bruce could say anything back, one of the orderly's was on John. He restrained the green haired mans arms and pulled him out of the chair.
"Okay that's enough! Back to your room you go." He said, pulling the struggling patient out of the visting room and back into doors that were closed to visitors.
John, or Joker, laughed loudly as he was basically dragged out the room. "See ya around, Brucie!" He had said with a wink, right before he was pulled through the doors and back into the restricted area.
Bruce frowned, realizing how hard regaining John's trust would be. This wasn't something to be fixed in one visit, and he truly planned on visiting John every day.
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