The new asylum was pretty much everything opposite of the old one, and Rebecca hated the very sight of it.
Everything was built from scratch, 6 city blocks uptown were flattened and fenced in. The controversy she faced was insane, but the campaign she gave was inarguable, nothing would be like before, and it came out exactly as she said. The building was new, modern and clean, nothing was built in excess. There were exactly enough cells, offices, rec-rooms. Lack of control was one of the main complications, Rebecca saw in the old asylum, but not in hers.
She walked the main hall swiftly, her heels clicking sharply on the tile, Aaron Cash at her side. The day she became director she made him retire as a guard and put him up to chief of all security, manning not only the employees but the security systems, cameras and such. He hardly ever patrolled the hallways now, and she knew it was better for him, even if he didn't.
She squinted her eyes as she turned the corner, the sun coming through an eastern window bounced off the white tile and burned into her retinas.
"See what I mean?"
She sighed and bit on her bottom lip trying to think of a solution.
"What about we blow up some of those big positive….poster thingies? Ya'know, we'll put them across from each of the windows then the glare will go down."
"I'm not your interior decorator, Rebecca."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks, Aaron."
He nodded and started to walk away, but she grabbed his arm, pulling him back. A trio of nurses made their way towards them, and started to pass.
"Whoa, Ladies, Sorority meeting?"
They all sort of hung their heads, a young blonde was the first to speak up.
"Mary's giving meds to a new patient and she's nervous, we're just going to make sure everything goes alright."
Rebecca sighed. She hated the younger nurses and doctors. She'd gotten rid of a lot of the corrupt staff at the old asylum, and in doing so was forced to hire others. But she'd taken her time, making sure background checks were done and done well. The staff she had now were good people, but many were young.
"No you're not. If you have problems with a patient, you come to me. If it's a question of feeling safe, we ask Aaron if he has a guard to spare."
The three of them looked up at Aaron now, who grinned a bit and nodded, taking the girl.
Again Rebecca sighed and continued to her office, passing a few cells along the way. She did her best to design the building to be as comfortable as possible for both the patients and the employees. Everything was modern and fresh, bright, optimistic. And she hated it. Every day she stepped through the front doors she cringed and it was all she could do to keep from turning and going back home.
She grinned at the thought as she closed her office door and slipped into her chair. Home. Home really was home now. She's grown up in Arkham, and so when she bought the building, she had it turned back into the mansion it once was. She had the grounds cleared, a six foot stone fence now stood around the property, the mansion sat in the center. She'd kept everything as original as possible, and for the first 3 weeks after completion, she hardly left it.
She knew what people were saying about it, she knew the history of the asylum, and she knew it wasn't going to happen. Everyone expected her to go just as crazy as everyone else, and like the directors before her, be incarcerated in her own hospital. Once her father said to her, that she'd become so twisted she'd come back around again. She loved the thought of that, it just meant she was more suited for the job. She's grown up around crazy, she'd been crazy, and now she was treating crazy.