Right, first story. Based on my random thoughts, The Dark Knight, Batman: The Animated Series etc, I hope you like it. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except the Joker. Ha, I wish.
The massive building loomed over the small, blonde girl. Straight out of university, Harleen Quinzel was accepted to intern at the Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Initially, she had been ecstatic; she had dreamed of working with such fascinating criminals for as long as she could remember. However, the reality of it hit her like a train as she woke up that morning, realising just how dangerous these patients actually were.
She knew of Jonathan Crane, who had been the head psychologist at Arkham before slipping into insanity himself. The only other patient she'd heard of was the Joker; the psychopathic clown who had been taken to Arkham - after causing chaos throughout Gotham - not long after Dr. Crane. Harleen had always found him particularly fascinating, and although she wouldn't admit it, hoped that she would get the chance to talk to him.
The reception area was dull, the cold, gray walls long overdue another coat of paint. The only sounds to be heard were Harleen's echoing footsteps on the hard cement floor and the faint tapping sound of the woman at the reception desk typing something into the outdated computer.
"Excuse me," Harleen spoke, reaching the desk, "I'm Harleen Quinzel, I'm..."
"The intern. Take a seat, Dr. Arkham will be with you shortly." The little frumpy woman behind the desk's voice was monotonous, uninterested. Harleen politely nodded and took a seat on one of the hard plastic chairs to her right.
A few minutes passed before Harleen was greeted by a tall, lanky man with thinning brown hair and a trustworthy face. He wore a long white coat over a suit with a mismatched shirt and tie, with a name tag which read "Dr. Jeremiah Arkham," and a pair of old fashioned, wire rimmed glasses.
"Harleen Quinzel?" he asked.
"Yes," Harleen smiled, nodding.
The man smiled back. "Dr. Jeremiah Arkham, owner and head of Arkham," he said, introducing himself. "I'll be helping you through your internship here at the asylum, and if you impress me enough there may be a job offer for you."
Harleen struggled not to let out a squeal of delight at the thought of working permanently at Arkham, and nodded with a huge grin on her face, "I hope I impress you then."
Dr. Arkham chuckled at Harleen's expression. "Follow me now, Harleen, I'll show you around." he instructed kindly, beginning to walk toward the double doors at the other side of the room. Harleen quickly followed him. "Please, call me Harley, everyone does." she requested, still smiling to herself.
That's probably not the most exciting thing you lot have ever read. Short chapter, forgive me and you shall recieve a cookie. Let me know what you think anyway, even if you think it's terrible. :P