NOT A FUCKING MAID

“Ya’ll need to fire whoever gave you that name, although, Harley’s voice can seem a little grating, especially when she whines..” Jonny mused, walking along as she laughed a little. “Maybe I’m a bit of both, who knows.”

As they were pushed into the cell, she looked around, taking the bed that appeared to be unused, sighing softly as she laid back in it. Hard and lumpy, it already made Jonny’s back sore. “So what’s suppressing your powers, do you know? Is it man made, or is it magic? We’re shit outta luck if it’s magic.”

Though Pamela had bristled at the slight at the name, Jonny had enough of a fair point that she didn’t bring it up. Merely settled in on her bed, looking a lot more comfortable than her new cellmate.

Oi! Who the fuck used my NutriBullet to blend up someones hand? You sick bastards.

Where will I get my smoothie now?

“Sorry ‘bout that, Frosty. I’ll pick you up a new one on my way ta Booster Juice.”

“You gotta lot of trust issues don’t you?” She asked as she dusted herself off, seeing that everyone was being called back inside as she started to walk. “Harley’s not in, she was spending the day with Kyle.” She pointed out, raising her hands as the guards checked her for any weapons, her eyes rolling as he stayed a little too long on her thighs as she jerked, leaving him jumping in surprise.

That little movement did get a rise out of Pamela; she snorted in amusement. The guards already knew enough to leave Pamela’s thighs alone; they usually wound up in traction if they tried anything.

So a guy walks into a bakery. He orders some bread, and the baker asks if he’d like paper or plastic. The man replies “baguette however you’d like.”

“Yes. Because I was beaten up by the batbrats just to be put in here, which, mind you, I don’t actually qualify, I’m being used as bait..” She pointed out. “I’m supposed to be put in Blackgate, not the Asylum. They’re using me to try and fish Joker out, but no, I’m here to spy on you.” She rolled her eyes. “And it’s Frost. Jonny Frost.”

“If I’m not being paid while I’m in here, and I’m not. I don’t have to tell Joker anything. Besides. Your biggest leak is Harley. That girl can have a mouth on her if she thinks Joker doesn’t like her all too much.” She smirked softly. “And he’s more than white. He’s freaking translucent..”

“Frost, Storm, Blizzard. And you know what they say about sarcasm being the lowest form of wit…” She omitted the rest of the quote. 

Pamela had been about to snap back until the last detail was pointed out. She was distracted for long enough to double-check the cell numbers and verify that the stranger had a point. Curling her lip, she thought for a moment… but it wasn’t a very long moment.

“So we’re stuck with each other if I don’t help you bust out of here, is that it? Perfect. Even if I refuse to help Joker this time, you’ll wind up collecting enough dirt on me while we’re bunked together that he’ll wrap me around his finger, anyway.” The sneer turned into a half-smile. “You and I may never have met before, MIzz Storm, but I know how White Boy works. And this? This sounds like exactly his style.”

“Yes. Because I was beaten up by the batbrats just to be put in here, which, mind you, I don’t actually qualify, I’m being used as bait..” She pointed out. “I’m supposed to be put in Blackgate, not the Asylum. They’re using me to try and fish Joker out, but no, I’m here to spy on you.” She rolled her eyes. “And it’s Frost. Jonny Frost.”

Jonny raised an eyebrow, sitting back as she looked over Ivy. “My name is Jonny Frost… I’m behind the scenes most of the time, and usually if I do get arrested, I get sent to blackgate.. But I guess they wanted to pump me of answers.” She mused quietly before looking back to Ivy. “I work for Joker, and I suppose to an extent, Quinn. I’ve been with him for nearly a decade.”

That stopped the viney vixen cold. She had been quietly taking in the name and details with a nod, but she froze entirely at the mention of one name: Joker.

“First of all. I am not a goon. That’s an offensive title. I run everything when he’s not around, and I can tell him to fuck off without being shot at.” She crossed her arms. “Why would you owe him a favour if I helped you? That’s poor business. If I get that collar off, you’ll just help us get out. I’ve broken Harley and J out of Arkham more times than I can count.”