Stop, Drop and Kill

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's Note: This one won't be in Karma's POV. For the most part, this story will be in her POV. There is no particular reason for this change. I just started writing it like this and decided to keep it this way.

Chapter Three

10 a.m., Monday

"So, Karma, would you mind telling me why you were up so early this morning?" Harley asked, a rather disinterested expression on her face.

"Would you mind not being a nosy bitch?" Karma grumbled as she scraped dried blood off her fingers.

Harley rolled her eyes. "It's my job to ask these questions, Karma."

"And we all know how good you are at your job." Karma replied with a smirk.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Joker talks about you a lot, you know. I think he likes you." Karma said, feigning a yawn and stretching her arms over her head.

Harley immediately straightened in her chair, a blush dusting her cheeks.

Karma snorted. "You see, that reaction is a very clear indicator."

"Indicator of what?" Harley snapped.

"Your unprofessionalism. I don't want to be questioned by someone who is infatuated with a psychotic criminal."

"I am not!"

"No need to shout, Harley. But just so you know, that defensive tone doesn't help your case."

"You're out of your mind!" Harley hissed.

Karma grinned a nasty grin. "So I've been told."

10:30 a.m.

"So Karma, what did you say to upset Harley?" Dr. Derricks asked with interest. "She was quite distraught."

"Oh, not much. She's just overly sensitive." Karma shrugged. "I just mentioned her infatuation with her patient."

Dr. Derricks looked shocked. "She's infatuated with a patient? Which patient?"

"The Joker. She's practically obsessed with him." Karma rolled her eyes in disgust. "How unprofessional is that?"

Dr. Derricks tapped his chin thoughtfully. While he processed this information, Karma took a good look at him. He was quite handsome and seemed to be the only person in Arkham who didn't wear a suit or uniform. He wore simple tan trousers, a crisp white shirt and a rather colorful sweater vest. Karma had only seen the blond-haired hunk once before, fleetingly.

"Who the hell are you, anyway?" Karma asked suddenly.

"I'm Matthew Derricks. I'll be taking over for Dr. Arkham while he's…recovering." He paused for a moment before asking, "Would you like to talk about what you did to Arkham, Karma?"

"Not particularly, but I suppose we should get it out of the way." Karma said with a shrug.

"First of all, why were you up so early this morning, if you don't mind me asking?"

Karma smiled brightly and said, "Of course I don't mind. I was just excited about my sister coming to visit me today."

"You have a sister?"

"Yes. My trial is in a few days. She's coming with a lawyer to talk to me. I'm not sure when. They still won't give me the details." Karma frowned. "I think everyone thinks I'm crazy."

"Do you think you're crazy, Karma?" Derricks asks calmly.

"No."

"You don't?"

"I'm not crazy." she said firmly, then started laughing. "I'm insane!"

Dr. Derricks leaned forward, waiting out Karma's fit of giggles. When she'd calmed down, he continued with his questioning. "Karma, do you remember what happened this morning with Dr. Arkham?"

Still smiling, Karma nodded cheerfully. "Of course I do. How could I forget?"

"What happened?"

Karma's smile started fading away. "I…we had a session. And then he was questioning me about why I was awake so early. And I told him…I told him what I told you. I was excited. And he started irritating me with all his questions. I told him to stop. I was tired." Her smile was completely gone now, replaced with another frown.

"And then?" Derricks prodded.

"I…don't know." She looked up at him with a confused look. "Wasn't that all?"

Dr. Derricks frowned and shook his head. "You stabbed him in the chest with a pen, Karma. You don't remember that?"

Karma stared in shock. "I…stabbed him? With a pen?"

"Yes."

"Where did I get the pen?" Karma wondered out loud.

"I believe it was his pen."

Karma's lips twitched. "I stabbed him with his own pen."

"Yes," Derricks said slowly. Maybe she can't comprehend—

Giggles burst forth from the madwoman, growing into hysterical laughter. For a moment—only a moment—Matthew Derricks was consumed by the contagious laughter, chuckling softly, but as soon as he realized what Karma was laughing at, he stopped.

When Karma didn't stop laughing after a full minute, Derricks stood and, with a sigh and a deep frown, turned to the door. "Guards! Sessions over!"

11:24 a.m.

"Karma, you must be on your best behavior, understand?" Derricks said, standing outside of her cell.

Karma bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, which were now bare. "Okay, okay, I promise!" she said enthusiastically.

"Ha! Right, like she's capable." Crane's voice drifted from his own cell. "She'll be back in five minutes."

"Twenty bucks says she's back in ten." Nigma said from across the way.

"Shut up, Riddler!" Karma snapped.

"You're on," Crane said. Karma could hear the sneer in his voice.

Karma rolled her eyes, waiting for the guard to unlock her cell. As soon as it was open and she stepped out, Derricks asked, "Karma, where are your shoes?"

Karma's brows furrowed as she looked down. "Uhm…I haven't the slightest idea!" she exclaimed. She looked back into her cell. "No idea, no idea."

"We'll have the guard search your cell while you're with your sister. If they aren't found, I'll get you some new ones."

"Going to see your, uh, sister?" Joker asked.

Karma smiled brilliantly at him. "I am, I am! Haven't seen her in years!"

"Ah, a nice, uh, family reunion." Joker mumbled with a grin.

"Five minutes, Karma!" Crane called out as Derricks started leading me away. "Don't let me down, sweetie!"

Karma grumbled under her breath.

Minutes later, Derricks ushered her into a small room with a metal table in the center and three metal chairs. A woman and man were already seated and waiting. The woman looked up as Karma was shoved into her chair by a guard, who locked her handcuffs to a small bar on the tabletop.

Karma shrugged at her sister. "Cozy, huh, Lily?"

Lily Williams stared at her sister with wide eyes. The woman before her in no way resembled the woman she once knew. "Karma?"

"In the flesh!" Karma exclaimed with a grin. "Shocking, huh?"

"Is that blood?" the man next to Lily asked, looking a little queasy as he studied her cuffed hands.

Karma looked down to see there was still some blood left over from the Arkham incident on her fingernails. "Ah, yes. I had a bit of an…accident with my therapist."

"What kind of accident?" Lily asked sharply, a look of disbelief on her face.

"I have no recollection of the incident, but apparently I stabbed him with his own pen!" Karma explained in a hushed voice, sounding amazed "Strange, isn't it?"

"Oh, my God!" Lily gasped. "Karma, what the hell happened to you?" she demanded. "You…you're completely…"

"Insane?" Karma chuckled. "Yes, I am. I do believe I am!"

"Karma!"

"Okay, maybe we should discuss—"

"Karma, what happened? Was it your job? Were you unhappy? Why didn't you call?"

Karma cocked her head to the side, staring at her sister in wonder. "You dyed your hair!" she suddenly exclaimed. "I knew there was something different about you."

"Miss Williams, let's stay on topic, shall we?"

Karma looked at the pale man in the cheap suit. "Please don't tell me you're my lawyer."

"I am, actually." He straightened in his chair, trying to look more professional. "Miss Williams, I think we should—"

"Call me Karma." Karma gestured between herself and her sister. "It'll get confusing if you address us both as 'Miss Williams'."

"Okay, Karma, we really need to discuss—"

"Then again, I don't think we are really on a first name basis. I don't know you. I don't even know your name." Karma leaned over the table, closer to him. "And to be perfectly honest, I don't really want to know your name."

He growled in frustration, "Miss Williams, we really have to—"

"Hey, now, don't get all pissed off. I'm just being honest!"

"Karma, what the hell is wrong with you?" Lily demanded. "Let him talk!"

"I don't want to let him talk. I don't want to hear what he has to say." A nasty grin had plastered itself on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying this meeting. She examined the lawyer more closely. "Where the hell did you buy that suit? Looks cheap. I'm going to guess…garage sale?"

He leaned back in his chair, indignant. He glared at Karma, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"And is that a coffee stain on your shirt? Jesus, Lily, where'd you find this guy? Did you pick him up off the street?"

"Karma!"

Karma started giggling again. "Thank you, sister. I feel much better now that I know that this guy is representing me."

"Miss Williams," The lawyer turned to Lily. "I'm afraid I cannot represent this woman." He grabbed his briefcase and stood up.

"Wait! Why?" Lily jumped to her feet, eyes wide with panic. "Please, she's just…she's just being difficult right now. I'll talk to her."

"I'm sorry, Miss Williams."

"Thanks for coming." Karma called out as he left.

"Karma, you are such a—"

"Bitch?" she finished, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

Lily huffed in exasperation. "I was going to say child!"

Karma shrugged and continued laughing as her sister ran after the lawyer.

11:33 a.m.

"Nine minutes! She lasted nine minutes!" Nigma laughed from his cell as Karma was shoved none too gently into her own.

"And I'm out twenty bucks. Thanks, Karma." Crane snarled.

Karma chuckled. "So Nigma wins?"

She was answered with a couple snorts and the Joker's giggles.

"Nope, I'm out twenty bucks, too." Nigma admitted. "Joker wins."

Karma leaned against the door of her cell, gazing across the way into Joker's cell. He was sitting with his back pressed against his own door. "You guessed nine minutes, didn't you, Joker?"

"Yes. Yes, I did!" He managed to say before collapsing in giggles.

"So, how was the reunion with your sister?" Nigma asked.

"It was…fun." Karma said with a grin. "She brought a lawyer to ask me questions. He stormed out before he could ask anything."

"Why am I not surprised?" Crane grumbled.

Karma just shrugged her shoulders and yawned.

"Uh oh," Nigma muttered suddenly. "Incoming, Karma. Guard."

"What?" Karma pressed her face closer to the door, glancing down the hall. She could hear the guard's footsteps echoing off the walls, but she couldn't see who was coming until they'd already passed Nigma's cell. "Shit." she hissed, backing away from the door as it slid open.

As the tall, dark-haired guard stepped into her cell, she plastered a smile on her face and greeted him warmly, "Brian! It's been awhile. Where've you been?"

Brian's face twisted into a nasty grin. "Oh, around. I hear you attacked Arkham this morning?"

Karma nodded, her smile still in place. "Yup."

If possible, Brian's grin got nastier. "That's why I'm here, honey."

Karma pouted. "Not because you missed me?"

Joker giggled from his cell, but that was the only other sound except for the low moaning coming from one of the patients down the hall.

"Sorry, Karma," He didn't sound sorry at all. "I'm here to take you to solitary. You have to be punished."

Karma stared at him for a few long moments before asking, "Hey, can I borrow a pen for a sec?"

A/N: This one was kinda long. Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the long wait (and for any spelling errors). I update this when I can. Next chapter will be about Karma's experience in solitary confinement. I might throw in a straightjacket or two. Also, if you have any ideas for the story, by all means, let me know. I'll take everything into consideration.