Hi everyone! I've had the idea for this story for awhile now. It drove me crazy enough to sit down and write it. This is my first attempt at a fanfic so I apologize in advance if it's complete crap, if it's been written before, or both.

You may not understand a few things at first, but it'll all come together, I promise.

Chapter 1

Impressed

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I woke up in silence. Something very odd to me, since I live in busy downtown Gotham, always stirring with noise. I immediately knew something wasn't right. Then I remembered it all - Why I even came to Gotham a little over a month ago. I came for revenge. I shot up and scoped my surroundings. I was in a small room that looked like a hospital room, only a little different. I noticed a clock on the wall. It was 7:20 a.m.

The door was heavy duty with a small cutout at the top with bars. The window had bars, too. Oh shit, 'I panicked. Going over to the door, only to find out it was locked, I began beating on it and screaming.

"Where the fuck am I? Open the door!"

I was then face to face (between the bars) with a young husky man in a guard uniform. "Miss, please don't yell. Some of the other inmates are still asleep." He had a sort of southern accent and there was shyness in his voice, like he was sorry to have to fuss me. He must be new.

Wait…other inmates?

"I-inmates?" I asked, confused as hell. "Am I in jail?"

"No, Miss Blake, you're in Arkham Asylum. You settle down now, and I'll be right back." Why was I in a loony bin? I looked down and realized the husky guard was right . I was dressed in a white jumpsuit with 'Arkham' written on the upper left pocket. Yep, typical nut house attire.

I had to sit down. On a little table beside the bed, were a pack of Marlboro menthol cigarettes, but no lighter. Shit! I had never wanted one so bad in my life. I looked out of my little window into the hall, watching the guard leave. Across from the room I was being held in were other rooms. One room in particular had a face peering out of it's window staring, straight at me with a sinister grin stretched across his face. I looked closer.

It was a guy, and he must have been nuts to be smiling like that in a place like this. There was something very strange about this man, but also something absorbing. With that thought going through my head, I noticed his face was scarred in an unusual way. There were two unsymmetrical cuts at the corners of his mouth, curving upward and a smaller one on his lower lip and chin, slanting a little. His hair, a washed-out green color, looked greasy and hung over his face. Other than that, I couldn't help but notice he was an attractive guy.

His eyes bore into mine.

Seeing the expression on my face, he began laughing like a maniac, which scared the hell out of me. "You know," he said catching his breath after his laughing fit. " They told me what you did, and I have to say, I am…impressed." He flicked his tongue out, tracing one of his scars a little.

"Who would've thought a pretty little thing like you could have it in you?"

"Well, looks can be deceiving." I said

" Yeah, but what happened? I mean, you're obviously not that good if you ended up in here so soon." he said, with a smug smile.

I glared at him and opened my mouth to tell him to shut the fuck up, then it came to me that I was caught, but I didn't plan on being caught. I was suppose to run and never look back. What the hell did happen?I wondered.

"Well you're here, too." I told him after I came back to reality.

He just stood there smiling at me, not saying anything. I heard footsteps coming our way. It was the guard and a brunette woman that looked to be in her fifties. "Miss Blake? My name is Dr. Patricia Kilmer. I assure you, you're safe here. We're going to get you some help, okay?" she asked, as if I had a choice in the matter. "You and I have a meeting in about 30 minutes, but if you're ready we can go now." She sounded sweet, like a kindergarten teacher and there was a hint of sympathy in her voice. Something I was not used to.

"What am I doing in here? What happened?" I demanded.

"We can discuss that now if you like," said Dr. Kilmer, much calmer than I.

I looked at myself in the mirror nearby, and cringed. I had a black eye, several bruises and a cut near my hairline that was stitched shut. Why wasn't I in any pain?

"Um, can I have a few minutes, please?" I asked Dr. Kilmer.

"Sure, just let Daniel -she points to the guard- know when you're ready and he'll take you down to my office." After I nodded, she vanished down the hall, the sound of her clicking heels fading away.

"Trying to brainwash you already." I heard the scarred man say, his face not visible.

I walked into the small bathroom in my room and splashed some cold water on my face. Is this a dream? I thought to myself. I noticed a toothbrush and toothpaste sitting on the small counter and I was grateful, because I felt disgusting. I took a quick shower, carefully not getting my hair wet, because I didn't see a blow dryer, nor did I have time to worry about my hair.

I got dressed, after finding a clean pair of underwear and walked over to the door.

"I'm ready," I called to Daniel who was only standing a few feet away. He strolled right over and fished a pair of keys out of his pocket. "Can you back up, please…away from the door?" he asked in his shy voice. I took a few steps back and he cautiously entered the room and cuffed my wrists in front of me.

"I'm sorry, but it's mandatory," he said sympathetically when I looked up at him.

As we proceeded out the door, the strange man with the scars was back at his window. He did a wolf whistle and winked at me as we passed by. That same crazy smile plastered on his face again. He wiggled his fingers around his head, like he was washing his hair…or his brain. I couldn't help but giggle.

Well that was it, the first chapter, which didn't take that long to write so I hope its okay. Send the reviews and let me know what you think!