So this is a new story I've been dying to start for ages. This is around the same time as another one of my stories that I'm starting "Angel in Hell" Its the other missing character (the not dead one). If you want to know what's going on with him, read that one. Anyways this is in the 'future' type in Gotham. The plot will basically explain itself so not much is needed. I'll be going from the different rogues point of views, and the doctor's, just because I can. I may put Batman in it sometimes, or the other hero's but I'm not sure, because I've never written about the hero's so it'll be interesting.
This Joker is mainly Bruce Timm's version, with a splash of Heath Ledger, so there you go. Ok, and a bit of comic Joker, and Harley. But that's just because I can't make up my mind in which I like best. I own nothing, and if I did, well... imagine insanity.
The story switches point of views quickly, but mainly because its the first chapter, it'll get more solid based as it goes on, please just have patience!
It was a sad day in Arkham Asylum, for the patients, and the staff. Joker was back in his familiar cell, but even he was unable to smile today. In fact, he was more down than anybody. He didn't show it though, he just laughed until he cried, then threw a fit for crying, and hurt himself. Everybody felt his pain though. When Joker arrived, he had hoped that he'd at least have Harvey Dent to comfort him; the closest thing Joker had to a friend, wasn't here. Joker sang loudly on top of his lungs the first thing that came to his mind.
"I'm so lonely! OH SO LONELY! I'M ALL ALONE, WOO WOO WOO!" he started sobbing again, while laughing manically. He leaned his body against the cold wall.
---------- Doctors----------
The doctor's at Arkham all sat in the break room. Normally they would send someone to get him to be quiet, but today was different. Today he had a reason to be upset. The doctor's couldn't blame him either, they were pretty upset too. One of them sighed, and stared at his coffee.
How he hated his job. Why didn't he become a lawyer, a different kind of doctor, a fast food worker would have been better. But no, he wanted a challenge, a high risking job. And since the army wouldn't take him because of his poor vision, he became a doctor for the mentally ill. How he hated his life.
"Who's turn?" one of the other doctors's asked. They all sighed, and said when the last time they went was, and why they couldn't do it now. In the end none of them went to see if Joker was ok. They were all too tired, and upset, and in all scared. Joker had always been crazy before. But this- this was the last straw. It had to be. He never had much sanity in his life before, all he had was her, and now that she was gone… well it was game over for what ever doctor would talk to him. He or she wouldn't stand a chance.
--------- Rouges in general--------
The other patients in Arkham all sat in their cells. If it were any other day but today, they'd have told Joker to shut up. His wailings echoing through the eerie corridors of the asylum, but they knew he needed to get this out of his system. He had every right to be upset. The worst part about this they had all decided at one point or another. Joker had no one to blame. Not even the Bat could be blamed for this one. Maybe that's why he was so upset.
------- Doctors and Rouges---------
All the doctor's and patients had come to the same conclusion, not together, they had all decided this on their on. Harley Quinn didn't fall off that building, she killed herself, and Joker was the reason why she did so.
Good, bad, terrible? Imaginary penny for your thoughts. I'd love to continue this, but I need feedback! This is (hopefully) going to be my first DC story that I stick with, so I need some help. Thanks for reading too!