Chapter one
Arkham could be a scary place. It was old, ancient even. The wallpaper that covered the decaying tiles started to peel a few years back. They didn't care or they were just too lazy to replace it until they had to. The tiles, Joker swore they were the original tiles that were put in here when it first opened up over 100 years ago. He was particularly pouty tonight. Mostly cause he got caught. It wasn't that that made him feel...bad? Sad? Mad? He wasn't sure. And thrown into here again. (which he knew would happen. Batsy was so predictable) Maybe cause now it was a little bit harder to escape to see his bat once more. Outside the bars, the bat and the jester danced beautifully. To the beat of there own drum.
Outside the bars they were also lovers...ok that may be a strong word. A good fuck would be a better word. That was half the reason he broke out. To see his bat and perhaps a chance to get pinned against a grimy alley wall with strong hands. He still had bruises. That thought made him smirk/smile. This time he had blown up an orphanage. He made sure to kill every one of those brats in the explosion to. He was out for a week before Batman threw him in here again.
He really wasn't corruptible.
Now he was left in nothing but the mandatory orange jump suit. Make up was forcefully cleaned off. He left some pretty bad teeth marks on those nurses. That thought made him giggle instead of his loud,maniacal laughter. He just wasn't feeling it. They literally threw him into the tiniest room they could find. No bigger then a broom closet and only a tiny bottom window for food but they don't use it on him. They figured out he would just figure out a way to use those plastic ware forks and spoons to his advantage and escape again.
The tiny window to the outside was at least 6 layers thick of safety glass. They kind they use for cars. Now that he thought about it, his room seems to be one of the few they worked on. Along with the standard prison bars over top of it. And no light, just the bit of light from the moon hanging in the sky. Something felt off. Something felt different about tonight. Even if he new a way to prevent it he couldn't as the Arkham nurses and security guards open his door, blinding him with the brightest flashlight they can find.
Bastards.
As his vision returned he sees something strange. Johnathan Crane walking toward him, hands behind his back along with a few nurses and security guards. He knew he was hiding something but the cuffs on his ankles and wrists kept him from escaping. Something didn't feel right and thou nothing felt right to him, this really didn't.
He tried to shurg off the feeling with a large smile . "Scarecrow! You came to visit me! That's awfully kind of you!" Crane just smiled a sicking smile. It actually made The joker shiver a little. Johnathan never smiled. Barely the tiniest bit of amusement was ever seen. He didn't want to know what was behind that small smile. He kept his fake, obnoxious attitude as crane came down to his eye level. "we have decided to try out a new therapy . You get to be our first subject." And that's all Joker heard before suddenly feeling a needle in his arm and him blacking out almost instantly.
AN: ok, I kinda came up with this in the middle of the night. I was trying to sleep when suddenly a while idea appeared! I wrote down my idea, started on this the next day and I hope it does well an di hope the batman fans will enjoy it. Please no flamers because I really am doing my best with everything. Criticism is welcome thou and no they are not the same.