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Disclaimer: obviously the characters from batman do not belong to me


Riddle Me This?

Chapter 1: first encounters

Sitting in Arkham was about as fun as hitting your head repeatedly on a brick wall, which isn't very fun at all, unless of course you are one of the mentally ill who actually need help in this god forsaken place. Nothing interesting ever really happened around here, except that today would be no ordinary day in this particular Asylum. Today would be the day that someone new walked into my life and turned it upside down, completely changing it, for better or for worse.

Earlier that day...

The guards came and escorted us to the court yard earlier today for recreation time. While slightly boring i considered it less annoying then the group therapy session that was to soon follow. Nothing i hated more than therapy with this bunch of nitwits. Nothing was ever solved in group therapy. Just a bunch of bragging and trying to scare off our newest Therapist is all that ever really happened. Occasionally a fight would break out and the people involved would be escorted out of the room, depending on the damage they may even receive time in solitary.

Currently said nitwits had gathered around the bench under the tree in the far right corner, more specifically my favorite spot. Sighing i look from face to face assessing their moods. Something was definitely up that's for sure. They all varied but the one expression that stood out the most was the look on Jokers face. Sort of an evil smile if you will. There's only a few reasons why everyone would be anxious and the Joker smiling away like a fool.

I was hoping to the high heavens that he wasn't trying to drag us all into another of his crazy break out schemes. But something about the smile said maybe just maybe it was for a whole other reason. Everyone just stood there not talking,just thinking as the last few minutes of recreation wound down and we were called back inside again. As we lined up to head inside the Jokers smile seemed to widen, if such a thing was possible for him. Whatever it was no one had bothered to tell me.

Just as we rounded the corner to the therapy room it hit me like a ton of bricks. Today we had a new Therapist, could this be the reason for everyone's anxiousness and the Jokers smile. Yes, that must be the reason and to think i forgot this tidbit of knowledge. Then again it's more routine than anything special. Everyone breaks eventually and they send in some other poor soul who we all scare off sooner or later with our creepiest more gruesome stories.I too indulge in this but i especially enjoy freaking out Dr. Leeland. I may not be obsessed with fear like Jonathan here but i do enjoy the looks of disgust whenever i manage to surprise her with some horrifying event.

Sure my crimes aren't as gruesome as the rest but that doesn't mean i can't spin tales of legless babies and rabid wolves. Smiling at that particular story i walk to the door and stick my hands out. This is also part of our procedure, mainly a safety thing for the Therapist than anything else i'm sure. The guard quickly fastens the plastic around my wrists and pulls it tight ensuring that i have no freedom of my everyone enters and is seated the guard tells us that the Dr. will be right with us. Looking from one to another smirks are exchanged. The betting starts and all too soon the door opens and the guards escort the woman in.

She's not overly pretty or really anything special. She wears black glasses, a white lab coat, a beige skirt and matching heels. She has a nicely rounded face, what looks to be long brown hair pulled up in a bun, striking green eyes, and freshly manicured nails. I can't help but shake my head and wonder how she got this job. Didn't anyone tell her we were dangerous. I mean heels and a skirt won't help her if anything happens and those nails definitely don't belong in this dirty, dreary Asylum. I have to wonder if daddy is the reason she's here. Did she get cutoff, did she wish to piss him off, the possibilities are endless.

Looking around the room she writes something on her clipboard before taking her seat at the head of the circle, right in between Harvey Dent (Two Face) and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow). Seemingly unafraid of the two she turns to Harvey and says " Mr. Dent would you mind telling us or rather me a little about yourself." Before he can correct her she raises her hand up to silence him. " I'm sure you'd all prefer your street names to your civilian ones,but in here I will address you by your given names if you don't mind." Harvey, shocked at her boldness in cutting him off merely shook his head numbly. Suddenly a session that everyone fought and hollered through became quiet and therapeutic in a way.

I can't help but smile, maybe things will be interesting today at the very least. Her voice was perfect, not nasally or deep and scratchy, it was smooth and sweet and yet could command a rooms attention. Sweet? where had that thought come from? Shaking my head again i try to pay attention, which is funny because for the first time so was everyone else. She had caught their interests as well, which is hard to do to one let alone all of us at once. Suddenly the therapy session that no one payed any mind, that every one hollered, and fought during became quiet and therapeutic in a way.

The guards outside the door must have noticed cause they came rushing in to see us all sitting quietly, while Harvey retold his story as he tried bravely not to cry. I guess she just had that sort of affect because it happened to each and every one of us. There was no gruesomest story telling contest just honest truths about how we got where we are today. She was gentle and understanding instead of cold and calculating. It almost seemed like she wished to actually help us.

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