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Shattered Asylum	By : TwistedTrinity Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Crazy Man for a Crazy World
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Hi guys, before the story I want to apologize for the murderous coding. I have no idea how to properly intent new paragraphs or speech. If anyone would care to enlighten me on some of the finer details of html I will gladly go back over this chapter and recode so that it is more readable.
Crazy Man for a Crazy World

The soft pattering of rain was the only sound to drown out the endless screaming and wailing of the inmates interred in Arkham's concrete walls. The evening had been unreasonably chilly and without the constant stream of babbling from his inmate across the hall, Joker was becoming very bored. He had already counted the number of holes in the ceiling tiles even though the steady snoring from Mr. Dent in the cell next to his was throwing him off his count. Joker sighed and shifted uncomfortably in his bleached white straight jacket. The damn orderly had buckled him in to the point where his circulation was being cut off.
Three months; three months he had been in this little niche of hell. Two weeks since they had carted off his friend across the hall, who was frankly a terrible conversationalist, but just having someone to listen to his wild schemes was enough from tipping the sociopath further into his psychosis. But the damned man had gone and gotten himself a one way trip to the zapper, and his time was up. Joker couldn't help but think that when he got there it would be a lot better of a show than any of the other criminals in this place. Yes, his death would be something to remember. Something the city of Gotham would cherish like a newborn child or the final day of high school, being equally excited at the prospect of the future, and terrified that the worst was yet to come.
The rattling of a trolley roused the Joker from his thoughts. A new inmate? That was pretty rare in this section of the asylum. This was the super criminal wing; a spot saved only for Gotham's most depraved and lunatic inmates and most of them were accounted for. Not many villains were particularly active during the winter, usually only pulling small jobs and scheming, waiting for less unpredictable weather. Like the rain this evening, nothing put a damper on a caper like bad weather.
The Joker stretched himself into a sitting position and scooted over to the glass pane that separated him from the rest of the world. The trolley was surrounded by four of the familiar yet nameless medical staff, while the occupant of the trolley was covered with a blanket. A single slim white hand hung off the side, limply clutching a small eyeless teddy bear. Without a glance in his direction, the trolley trundled by his cell and stopped at the one opposite. The sudden jolt dislodged the teddy bear from the white hand and it dropped to the floor with a soft plop. No one noticed, and one of the doctors slid her key card through the slot and the glass in front of them opened.
“Get this wretch onto the bed and make sure the restraints are in place or this cell will look like World War III in the morning.” A few of the orderlies transferred the bundle of blankets onto the bed and began pulling out all sorts of straps and buckles. When one of them stepped away, the Joker got his first look at his new neighbor.
It was a girl. A young girl. She barely looked older than sixteen. She was thin, almost to the point of emaciated. Her skin was bleach white, like his was when he put on his greasepaint, only hers was natural. Her long flaming red hair was a stark contrast to her skin and though it was messy and tangled seemed to have its own wild grace as it stuck out from her head at all angles. The prison uniform she was wearing was falling off of her body she was so small. She suddenly disappeared from view again as the orderly stepped back into place. The Joker wasn't kidding himself, he might be insane, monstrously insane, but he knew beauty when he saw it. She looked innocent as a child. And hopefully would prove to be a better conversationalist that his previous neighbor.
The sacks of meat obstructing his view left without a word to him, closing the glass door behind them. She was restrained in the bed, not even able to move around as he was. As he stared at her, she began to move and stretch; suddenly her eyes opened and she began struggling against her bonds, screaming wildly as if she were being stabbed. In the dim evening light, the Joker could see her eyes were glowing like fluorescent paint, something both ethereal and terrifying. Her screaming subsided and she began to look around her cell nervously, her chin wobbling as if she were about to cry.
Her glowing eyes gave no indication as to where she was looking. But her hands struggling to free themselves gave him a pretty good idea. The Joker looked down and saw that the teddy bear was still lying undisturbed on the floor of the hallway. When he looked back to the girl there was a steady stream of tears running down her face and loud sobs began to echo down the corridor. So much for a better conversationalist.
One of the guards walked by and stopped outside the room, peering in. The girl sniffled loudly and looked grief stricken at the teddy bear lying at his feet.
She sniffled a few more times and managed to get the guards attention. The guard looked at his feet and then back to her. The Joker could only watch as the guard picked up the stuffed animal off the floor and opened the glass door. He placed the stuffed bear next to the girl and gave a soft chuckle as she tried unsuccessfully to snuggle it.
“Well now little girl, I did something for you, now you are going to do something for me.” The girl's eyes got wide as the man unzipped his trousers and climbed onto the bed with her. Her reached down and ripped the flimsy cotton scrubs from her waist. The Joker's nose was pressed right against the glass, his breath coming out in heavy pants. He was paralyzed, his eyes wide with interest at the scene in the next cell were a girl was about to have her innocence ripped away from her.
There was an ear piercing scream, the guard was alone in the room, and the Joker was no longer alone in his. The half naked girl held out a shaking hand at the glass door and it slammed down on the guard, trapping him inside the cell. The Joker looked at the terribly fragile thing on the floor of his cell. This could indeed prove interesting. The girl lay sprawled against the back wall of his cell at the bottom of his cot. Her long wild red hair covered most of her face and was sopping wet from the rain streaming down into the Joker's cell from his one tiny window. The girl hiccuped and sniffled a few times, finally reaching out, grasping with her hands. With an flash of light, the teddy bear appeared before her and she clutched it to her breast as if it was her own child.
The Joker stalked over to his intercom and leaned against it, the damned straight jacket still effectively cutting off his circulation. The response crackled on the other end.
“What do you want, Freak?” The Joker ground his teeth at the title but simply smiled at the camera.
“I believe your latest patrol did not make it out of our wing. Please send someone down with the keys. Not that I don't enjoy seeing this deliciously ironic scene.” He giggled a few times then turned off the intercom. Turning to face the girl, he saw she had pressed herself into a corner, clinging to her teddy bear and staring at him, her eyes full of fear. The Joker almost giggled again, but restrained himself, knowing he would get little out of her if he scared her half to death.
“I have only one question for you, my dear. You moved yourself in here, clearly thinking that this cell containing me was far safer than the one with you and that guard. Do you know who I am?” The girl looked up at him and shook her head. Her two glowing eyes peering between the ears of her teddy bear. “Do you know I could hurt you? Even kill you?” Her tear filled eyes pulsed once.
~I want to die.~ The soft voice echoed in his head and he narrowed his eyes at her. Suddenly she doubled over, her innocent face wracked with pain. A torrent of black sticky tar spilled from her mouth, staining the dirty floor. The Joker's nose filled with the vile smell of toxic chemicals.
~No more pain, no more suffering. I am worthless.~ She looked back up at the Joker, leaning her head against the wall. A small rivulet of black ooze dripped from the side of her mouth and off the end of her chin. The Joker knelt in front of her and strained against his bonds. A moment later, with a popping sound, one of the jackets buckles came loose and the Joker wiped the side of her face with the freed sleeve. She gave him a weary look of surprise and her eyes pulsed again. ~I thought you were going to kill me?~
“Kill you? You silly girl. What in the world would I have to gain from that? Your death would be meaningless. Death must serve a purpose, send a message to those who would fear its repercussions.” The girl gazed at him with her odd glowing eyes as he applied pressure to her wound.
~And hurting me?~ The Joker smiled eerily as he wiped his dirty sleeve on his uniform.
“The people I hurt are people who are unmarred. People who could use a little drama in their otherwise boring pointless lives. You are not scarred on the outside, but I'll place a fair wager that you are scarred on the inside.” The tiny girl shifted nervously and without warning leaned forward into the Joker's chest, wrapping her small arms around his waist, holding her body against his. This was unexpected. The Joker pulled himself away from her, cackling out of habit and uncomfortableness. “Then again, I am crazier than a whole barrel full of lunatics, so don't take anything I say too seriously.” He giggled again watching as the girl dropped her beloved bear on the ground next to her. She shook her head and rose to her feet, still missing most of her pants, revealing a great deal of her nether regions to the Joker.
~A crazy man for a crazy world. You are a force of chaos. An agent of entropy, withering away the morals of society until it collapses in on itself. I admire a man with a mission.~
There was a commotion across the hall as a few men opened the glass door and released the guard. A doctor rushed over to the Joker's cell and hurriedly knocked on the glass.
“Sarah...? How did you get in there? Please come out of there. The Joker is very dangerous.” The girl simply shook her head and backed against the wall, snatching up her teddy bear and holding against her chest like a shield.
“Well done, Doctor.” The Joker let out a manic hoot of glee. “Not only are you bringing children into Arkham Asylum, but you are allowing guards to molest them as well. And I thought I was demented.” More chaotic laughter ensued. The doctor set her mouth to a hard line.
“That guard will be summarily punished and fired. This should never have happened.” She turned her attention back to the girl. “Sarah...? Think of how much progress you've made. You were almost ready to start talking last week. This maniac will undo everything. Step away from the Joker and I will take you back to your cell.”
What a beautiful name, Sarah. The Joker looked at her, huddled against the wall and held out an arm to her. She went to him faster than any sane person would have, clinging to his side and letting his arm wrap around her shoulder. The Joker's grin only got wider.
“It would seem dear Miss Sarah finds my cell to be a bit more accommodating than her previous arrangement, wouldn't you say Doctor?” The doctor glared at the Joker and then returned to cajoling Sarah.
“Come on Sarah, no one else will hurt you. We are posting a nice guard right next to your cell. Come on now.” The doctor was getting fed up and the Joker wondered how much longer she would last until she attempted to enter his rather dangerous cell and take the girl from him by force. “Sarah! Get over here now! You are not being a very good little girl. You remember what happens when you aren't a good girl.”
~Never call me that.~ It was the straw the broke the camel's back. The Joker felt the hair on his neck stand on end. The doctor was suddenly thrown back against Sarah's cell, slamming her head hard on the glass barrier. Her body was ridged and every few seconds her head would slam into the glass until it was broken and bloody. The Joker glanced down at Sarah. Her glowing eyes were pulsing steadily like the beating of a heart. One hand clutched the corner of his straight jacket, the other held her bear. Joker looked up to see the doctor fall off the wall she had been pinned against. Her body landed with all the grace of a slab of meat. A couple of the lights flickered in the hall and the Joker could feel Sarah glaring at the guards, daring them to do something. One of them was whispering angrily into a radio. He grinned and then turned to face the psychopath and his guest.
“Mr. Arkham says that if you refused to leave then that is where you will be staying.” He chuckled. “You won't last a week with that maniac.” Signaling the other guards, they walked away, one carrying the body of the doctor.
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