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The nurse's footsteps made quiet pitter-patters on the cold linoleum flooring. The dank hallway she followed was poorly lit as usual, but they couldn't find it in the 'funding' to light up this sector a little more. The maximum security section of Arkham was barely ever used, but today they were welcoming a new special guest.
After heading up from the basement of the building, the nurse joined the rest of the doctors and nurses on the main floor. She passed the hall of medium security patients before reaching the main lobby. A crowd of people silently lamented their fate as they watched their newest patient being rolled in on a wheelchair.
A frightened nurse pushed the wheelchair in through the main doors, a few police officers following for safety. Even though the highly sedated man was tied up in a straight-jacket, they weren't going to take any chances. No one was dumb enough to test their luck around the Joker.
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The drugs swirled around in his head making him incredibly dizzy and confused. The only reason he knew where he was currently was because he heard the judge's ruling the day before.
"For reason of insanity, the criminal most commonly known as the Joker will be sent to Arkham Asylum for a life's sentence unless he shows remarkable improvement."
A nurse directed them to the elevator down the hallway, and the Joker, the nurses, and the police officers made their way down the medium security wing towards the basement.
As he watched the nurse leading them, he noticed that her skirt was riding up her thigh quite a bit.
Damn straight jacket. If I could just reach-
His arms futilely struggled in the fabric's grasp. It was no use, he couldn't budge.
The woman took another step in front of him, ever so close to exposing the bottom of her ass cheek.
Ooh ba-by! Gimme' some of that sweet ass! What's a pretty thing like you doin' in a place like this.. hmm? Lookin' for a hot fuck? I can give it ta' ya' baby. I'd stick my dick right in those pretty cheeks, sweetheart.
The Joker leaned his head down, trying to sneak a peak underneath her skirt. The woman looked back and noticed his point of interest. She squealed, then hastily skipped away from them after delegating another poor soul to lead the entourage.
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A young woman of 19 brushed out her platinum blond hair. She sat cross-legged on the floor, hot pink permanent marker in hand. With a giggle and a gleeful smile, Aurora separated out a lock of hair, then continued to cover and traces of blond with pink.
Footsteps stopped outside of her small cell, "Good morning Aurora- Oh, dear! I wish you wouldn't do that to your pretty hair," the nurse frowned down upon the frail girl.
Aurora picked out another lock of hair, dousing it in pink ink, "...But.. I.. I like pink," her voice was quiet and high pitched.
The girl had been in Arkham for as long as she could remember. Her crimes were now a mystery to her. Whenever her psychiatrists asked her if she wanted to know what she had done to get in here, Aurora clammed up and refused to cooperate.
The way that the girl had dealt with her issues wasn't exactly healthy. She repressed several years of her life, completely blacking them out. Her mind was trying to protect her sanity by storing away all of the pain she had suffered through.
Not that it worked very well. Aurora's brain had regressed almost to that of a child's. She took pleasure in the little things; drawing, flowers, candy; childlike treasures. Her personality was playful, but extremely shy if she was uncomfortable.
The doctors that worked with her couldn't let her leave until they thought she could take care of herself, and that was the last thing she would be able to do. Perhaps what she needed was simply someone who could take care of her.
"There's a new patient coming today. I would advise you to steer clear of him," the friendly nurse leaned up on the side of the wall.
Aurora took the marker and began coloring her toe-nails. She didn't look up, "Why?"
The nurse sighed, "Well.. He's not a very nice man."
She fidgeted in her seat and made an odd face, "..Not even to his friends?" Aurora looked perplexed.
"I don't think he has any friends, Aurora. He's done some bad things," The nurse didn't want to explain any further. Even though Aurora was a grown woman, she was still so innocent, so fragile minded.
Aurora capped the marker, a distraught look overcoming her features, "He doesn't have any friends?"
The nurse placed a hand on her hip, then looked down the hallway to see if he had arrived yet, "No."
Aurora shifted from sitting cross-legged to kneeling, "But.. everyone needs.. someone to play with... ," she looked down at the marker, then crossed her eyes, trying to look at her puckering lips.
When the nurse looked over at the debating girl, she immediately caught on to what she was planning, "No! Don't use that! You'll get sick!" she foiled the young woman's plan for hot pink lips. The nurse fished around in her pocket, then produced a small plastic tube, "Here," she rolled it in between the bars, "You can have mine."
Aurora snatched up the tube from the floor, then uncapped it and twisted the bottom, revealing a deep red cylinder of lipstick. She gleamed with happiness.
Aurora applied the lipstick as well as she could, then crawled over to a small box underneath her bed. Inside the box was a large pile of makeup she had accumulated over the years from other friendly nurses. After shuffling though the box for quite some time to no avail, Aurora dumped the box onto the floor, the contents spilling across the room.
When she spotted what she was looking for, she picked it up revealing a compact of blush she had recently coerced from the brunette who brought her medicine. With a cheerful hum of a song she was making up along the way, Aurora went to work.
The girl looked carefully at her reflection in the mirror while she brushed on two circular red masses on the apples of her cheeks. When they were sufficiently red, Aurora giggled and put the makeup away.
The nurse watched her with a laugh, amused by her antics.
A crowd had formed down the hall in the lobby. The nurse turned her attention to the noise, "Oh! Here he comes, Aurora. Please try to stay away from him. He is very dangerous."
Aurora pouted from the ground, wiggling her toes and puckering her newly reddened lips. She started making smacking noises with her mouth, smearing the red over the lines of her lips.
The nurse's brow furrowed, "Why did you want that makeup anyways?"
After several kissy noises, Aurora looked up to the nurse with innocent eyes, "I... I just.. wanted to look pretty for my new friend..."
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The Joker's head leaned toward the right in a dull manner. Though the drugs were slowly lifting, he still wasn't completely aware of his surroundings.
He watched the other inmates cower in fear while he slowly wheeled by them. The patients had snuck to the farthest depths of their rooms, doing their best to look as inconspicuous as possible.
A small laugh erupted from his grin. He hadn't even been here for a day and already everyone was deathly afraid of him. This would be a horribly easy visit. The doctors and nurses would be eating out of the palm of his hand. Or, if he had it his way, the nurses would be eating his dick.
With a cock of the eyebrow, the pleased Joker continue to examine the other inmates while they passed by achingly slow. He was looking for anyone who looked interesting in the slightest, but to his dismay, the people in this shithole were actually insane.
His chair passed by the next cell. A man was sitting in the corner with his knees held against his chest. He was muttering something underneath his breath.
Bo-ring.
The wheelchair approached another cell, the Joker was almost tempted to completely ignore the psycho he suspected to be in there. But, as his curiosity caught the best of him, the Joker turned his head to examine the next wacko.
His eyes were pleasantly surprised. Instead of a horribly frightened schizo rocking themselves back and forth, he saw a pale young girl laying on her stomach, legs swaying back and forth in the air. Her blond hair framed her smiling face, traces of pink revealing themselves as she moved.
Dyed hair? A girl after my own heart.
The girl hummed a tune that seemed to delight her.
The Joker's attention was drawn to the girl's almost completely exposed chest. As she was leaning over, the collar of her shirt dipped low enough to expose some of her cleavage.
She wasn't overly gifted, but she did have an average size of bust.
Just enough tits for a mouthful. Yeah baby, lean over, just a lit-tle more, hmm?
He subconsciously licked his lips, a grin growing over his cheeks.
The smallest voice sounded from the cell, "Hi!" The girl rested her chin on one hand, the other hand wave frantically towards him.
It was a moment before he realized the high pitched voice came from her. She sounded a lot younger than she looked.
The Joker wasn't given a chance to reply before his wheelchair was pushed completely past her cell.
Looks like I have a new project.
The nurse pushing him stopped in front of the elevator with the police officers. They boarded, then traveled downwards.
"Hey, doc?" The Joker looked up at his nurse.
She looked down at him, unamused.
"Who was that pretty little thing with the pink hair?" he grinned curiously.
She frowned at his curiosity, "No one. Stay away from her."
He winced with a smile, "Ooh! Pro-tective, eh?"
The elevator stopped. The nurse pushed him out roughly, not liking his interest in Aurora.
"Well, I'll just have to get to know her myself," he sucked on his scars, "If you know what I mean."
The nurse didn't appreciate his sexual innuendo in the slightest. She picked up the pace of her pushing, then shoved him into the cell.
The Joker's body hit the ground. He started to laugh wildly, loving to push people's buttons.
From the floor, he continued his taunting, "Oh, nurse!! Just gimme' a name! I need to know what to yell out when I'm fuckin' her raw."
One of the police officers grabbed him by the arms, then threw him onto the bed. He walked out and slammed the cell door behind him. The sounds of the lock could be heard clicking from the inside.
The Joker doubled over, laughs shaking his trim frame. He could see the nurse watching him angrily from the little glass window in the solid metal door.
He stood up from the bed, then walked over to the toilet and began thrusting his crotch towards it. His head threw itself madly like he was having sex with it.
"Aw! Fuck yeah!!"
The nurse looked furious with his actions. She hurried away from the door, not wanting to see him taunt her about Aurora anymore.
He yelled at her retreating figure, "She WANTS it, nursey! She wants to suck my fat cock. HaHAHA!"
When the nurse was clear out of view, the Joker ended his pretend sex with the toilet. He mozied over to the bed and laid down.
He didn't know how, but he had to get in contact with the girl. She interested him. Her little voice reverberated through his mind, the high pitch rang throughout the cell.
"Hi!" he envisioned her little hand waving towards him.
The Joker found himself wondering why she was there. What did a pretty little thing like that do to get into a criminal insane asylum?
The minutes passed, and the Joker was lost in his scrambled thoughts, the drugs slowly leaving his system.