Prologue
The grey streets were abandoned. No one was in sight. The hollow wind blew through the old streets, carrying leaves and old trash as it went, winding them up, before dropping them back onto the ground, back to where they started. The place wasn't much more than an abandoned mental hospital, complete with old rusty cells, never ending hallways, and deteriorating walls. No one ever came here, most people saw no point. But only a few knew that this hospital wasn't abandoned.
It was occupied.
There were rooms, rooms full of wacky, disturbing objects that would only be found inside of nightmares. There were maps upon maps stacked up in rooms, with funny props that most would laugh at, but few would have the right to shudder at. There were clown faces everywhere, there silly faces sending shivers down your spin as you see someone has spray painted angry eyebrows onto their faces, making them look like they just came out of Hell.
People were locked up inside of the cells, moaning, groaning, just waiting to be taken out. Some of them knew they never would escape, while others knew that they would soon be called on for jobs, ask to do the most horrifying things and make sure the authorities couldn't trace it back to this place.
Two men walked through the halls, guns in hand, ready if any of the crazy's in the cages tried to break out. But the men seemed oddly relaxed because they were just as insane as the others. They wore suits, but they seemed to be mocking them, since they were all messed up and sloppily put on. They continued to walk down the halls, then up the metal staircase and down the halls to a certain room, where others like them hung out. But today, the room was empty, all that was there was a scary clown face, mouth opened wide, its sharp teeth forming a terrifying smile.
One of them men walked up to the face and seemed to be speaking into its mouth as he said, "Hey, I've got a message for the Joker. Tell him everything's in place and we'll be robbing the bank tomorrow morning."