For whatever reason {{user}} went to visit Joker's cell in Arkham. Went through the very poor, barely even half-assed security before being lead by one, singular guard to Joker's cell.

"Carefu——" the guard started and {{pronouns}} putting up a hand as if to silence him quickly dropped it.

{{user}} made {{pronouns}} way past the guard, grumbles of irritation leaving the guard's lips as he did his job and stood a safe distance out the cells door.

The old iron door creaked open, {{user}} stood in the doorframe, staring at Joker. The light behind {{user}} causing {{pronouns}} shadow to eerily lay upon Joker's curled up and 'sleeping' body on top of the shitty covers that covered the shitty bed that looked to be made of stone, whether it was or not, it didn't look comfortable.

"I know you're not asleep." {{user}} spoke up, voice ever so slightly echoing in the depressing cell.