{ Nite pov }
Murder, monster, thief, killer, freak, wild child, nightmare. Titles I've gained over time, all positive of course. They could take away my freedom but not my titles. I looked around my cell for the last time, my first transfer in many years. I was about to be moved on account on my good behavior.
My restraint coat caused many ich's across my body. Spreading my feet out my only thought was on my new home, Arkham Asylum. The occupants of Arkham will prove to be quite the amusement compared to these ones, they never seem to get the punch lines or my sense of humor. Probably because they never get to laugh because they don't want to waste their last breath laughing.
The sound of keys jingling in a lock filled my echoing cell. A familiar man stood in the door way, this man had been visiting quite often to tell me of my new home and how things would work. "Ah Mr. Gordon, it's always a pleasure to see you. It reminds me that there is life outside this cell" I said letting my words slide out of my mouth like sweet honey. "Are you ready Ms. Borhelg?" He asked totally regarding my first statement. Looking around as if to make sure I had packed everything I turned back to him "I'm all packed Gordon" I said standing up. Walking to door I walked slowly and weakly, legs shaking from lack of use.
The car ride was long and boring because one Gorgon gagged me, two our destination is across Gotham city, and three I've been waiting so long trying to get to arkham I even showed good behavior. That's when I noticed a pare of iron gates in front of a very old run down hospital, honey I'm home!
Walking up those stone steps I started to feel my joy rising here in Gotham, I will make my mark where the world will never forget me. Gordon pushed the doors open to reveal a desk with a glass window and a wire door next to it. The desk person looked at Gordon then to me then back at Gordon. "Ah you must be Nite Borhelg our new transfer." the desk women looked at me faking a smile, I gave her a real one that just struck fear in her eyes. "You-you will be in cell 513" she said pointing to the hallway past the wire door as she pushed the button that opened the door. We walked down many hallways and finally we reached the door to my new cell. I walked in, no more like pushed in but any way I found my new cell quite roomy. I think I'm going to like it here, I thought to myself grinning.
Once Gordon left I settled onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling grinning like well what I am, a manic . I need to formulate a plan to escape so I can spread my name. "Hahaha lookie we got ourselves a transfer" a voice cackled from the cell next to me. "Who might you be may I ask or would that dampen your spirit" I asked slightly amused. "Who me? You must know who I am, the clown prince of crime? Any thing ring a bell?" he asked still happy but slightly annoyed. " Um nope I got nothing" I said in a serious tone. There was a long pause of silence, such beautiful silence like knives in the soul.
" So for what I'm getting your not from Gotham, am I right? " He asked. I laughed at the thought "Actually I'm born and raised in Gotham but I haven't seen the out side world for over 9 years so you can say I'm not up to date. My name of birth is Nite Borhelg, what's yours clown" I asked in a mocking tone. "Names Joker. So I'm just taking a guess but in guessing that you don't know who Batman is?" He asked. Joker? Batman? When did Gotham go all comic book heroes and villains?
Joker spent what seemed like hours talking about the batman and how he will one day make him pay yada yada, revenge stuff. Apparently this batman is some sort of hero of Gotham and put 95% of all occupants of Arkham here. I'm one of that 5% that wasn't put in by the batman, there are some pro's and con's to that but mostly pro's. That's when a guard man came by opening the cell door "Time for dinner scum" he growled, what a nice gent.
He led me to a dinning hall full of Arkham's many guests, the smell of bad food filled my nostrils. Still in my restraints he carried my tray and led me to a empty table. Turning to leave tried to go but I decided to point something out "How am I supposed to eat in restraints?" I asked him as my long dark hair covered my face and hid my smile. He shrugged and left me on my own, sigh what's to girl do?
Hearing foots steps I looked up to see a red head man looking down at me "My my, leaving you in restraints is quite cruel. Makes me wonder what you could have done?" He said sitting down. With some quick movement and flexibility I soon stretched my arms out of the sleeves as if it was a big warm sweater. "Wouldn't you like to know" I said now turning back to my really unappealing food which I still shoved into my mouth for some unknown reason. "Well I'll figure it out eventually. Hello my names Edward Enigma" he said stretching out his hand. I looked at it for a moment then shook it "Nice to meet you I'm Nite Borhelg. It might take you a while though to figure it out" I told him laughing.
That's when a dark haired man walked over with glasses on "enigma, who is this" he motioned toward me as if I was mute, that little nerd just made my list. Clearing my throat which caught both of their attention, time to get my nerd on "I have no desire to be resented as a figure how can not speak for ones self. Now for one I can see from the fact of glasses you feel the need to show everyone your smarter, this is because 89% of ever person who wears glasses instead of contacts is because they feel it makes them smarter. Also the way you compose your self states you want to be seen as high and mighty. Actually I see it in both of you, so if you are both done I'm going to go find someone who is more amusing" I said in a calm collective voice but underneath I wanted to laugh at the dumbfounded look on their faces. Picking up the tray of finished food and leaving the laughing enigma and dumbfounded glasses boy who was taking a good look at himself behind I dropped off the tray. Looking around who should I speak with next?