Hey Guys!
So thought I should leave this note here so this entire thing makes more sense.
Penguin and Edward Nygma - based off of the TV show Gotham.
Bruce Wayne and Gordan - based off of the Nolan Universe.
Everyone else - Suicide Squad.
My OC - Ashley Greene for facial references.

A Killing Joke

Chapter One

Sitting on the train watching as the rain as it hit the window in sheets against the glass I felt myself taking in a deep breathe before turning my attention back to the file in front of me. It had been nearly three years since Dr. Quinzel had been turned by the Joker and was now serving as a puppet for the government in their little squad. 'Task Force X' to be more precise, going on missions fighting the good fight against meta-humans; honestly I just thought it was a huge joke. They would find ways to escape and cause more harm than good. They where bad guys, villains it was what they do.

My brother had tried to convince me to stay in Central City rather than moving here to Gotham. Being closer to my brother was apparently not a good enough answer to that, getting a better paying job was also not. I was never really sure why he didn't want me moving here. Central City had nut jobs in tights there too, had really weird bad guys there too. This wasn't anything I wasn't prepared for.

Once I was at my stop I practically ran to the cab climbing in before announcing where it was that I was headed; the look on the man's face told me more than enough as to why where I was headed wasn't a good place. "Arkham Asylum."

"Are you sure Miss?" he almost shuddered to ask me.

"Yep; I have a lot of work to do;" I told him peering at the car's clock, "and not enough hours in the day to do it."

"You and me both Miss." he said as he took me onward to my destination.

"Name and ID badge please." One of the tall burly guards asked me upon entry, as I handed it to him I couldn't help but feeling like this place was more corrupt than the police station. Edward had always told me the station was run by liars and cheats. However like always since we were kids it was a riddle just to get that much information.

"Amelia Nygma?" the one guy questioned me, "Yes?" I responded almost too icey for my own liking.

"Nothing," he chuckled, "just know a guy down at the station with the same last name."

"Edward. That's my brother." I confirmed for him as I pushed the long chestnut brown waves from my face tucking it behind my ear unsuccessfully.

"You're free to head in, do you need a tour or an escort to your office?"

With a soft smile and a slightly dismissive wave of my hand I assured him I would be fine and would find it on my own. Which I of course eventually did, the office couldn't have been more depressing either.

Deep dark grey walls, with no windows peering into the hallway. Just the medium sized barred windows peering out into the parking lot. The table was nice enough, large brown wooden desk with more drawers than it probably needed. Filing cabinets lining the walls along with multiple book shelves. There was a small table off in the corner with a hoop embedded in the floor; probably to chain the prisoners in place while they were in sessions. There was also a couch, and a few chairs; in all the room was excessively larger than it needed to be.

I was under the impression interviews and talks to patients would be inside a monitored room not a room with no cameras and no safety for me. This was probably exactly how Dr. Quinzel was turned, because the lack of security.

I heard the door open and watched as the warden walked in, just as I had taken a seat at the desk and placed the files down. "Warden; I was just about to leave to come speak with you. Thank you for the job offer-" I had started before he cut me short.

"Miss. Nygma we here at Arkham couldn't be more enthused to have a young and talented shrink as yourself come aboard. We heard all about the great progress you were making in Central City we just had to have you. Gotham just can't seem to get a tight handle on its… less civil citizens." He said clearly choosing his words carefully.

"The pleasure is mine Sir, it brings me closer to my brother Edwards as well so the move was indeed a perfect one." I told him as he nodded, he could have cared less about that. They were a few shrinks down be it because the Joker or someone else killed them, or they left because the job was to intense. I heard the rumors, and being here and seeing how dark and dismal the place was. I believed them.

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to the Arkham team. You have a lot of work to do so, need anything my door is always open." He told me as I nodded watching him leave. I didn't really believe his door was open or that he would really want anyone going to him for assistance but the thought was at least pleasant. This place was already making me negative; explains a lot about the Doctors that had left.

In Central City, I felt a sense of pride when helping my patients and even just being at work. I could already tell that this was going to be very different. I just couldn't let it get to me; had to stay focused. Regardless of their crimes they still needed help, and that was my job.

Flipping open the first file, I saw just exactly what it was I was dealing with. "Former Doctor Jonathan Crane. AKA Scarecrow. Was once a brilliant psychologist who specialized in phobias and fears. Great." I breathed out, a patient that will psychoanalyze me.

Closing the file I open the next one hoping, for some a bit more normal. "Victor Zsasz. Serial killer, mercenary, hired….wow." I sighed again, at least he didn't have some weird nickname like 'Scarecrow'. I kind of lost my faith in normal patients after I opened the third file.

"Harvey Dent - AKA Two-Face. Former District Attorney turned criminal mastermind." That was two people in professional fields that had turned into villains here in Gotham. I skimmed over the other few names in my files; Doctor Jervis Tetch AKA The Mad-Hatter, Doctor Pamela Isley AKA Poison Ivy, Hugo Strange, Floyd Lawton AKA Deadshot and George Harkness AKA Captain Boomarang

So far they had assigned me eight patients; two of which were currently serving time in Task Force X. When they weren't on missions they would be here and would have to talk to me. Mandatory for being in the Asylum. Harkness wasn't even admitted here, it was just apparently easier for them to watch him and harder for him to get alcohol snuck into his cell.

Closing Hakrness's file I sat there just staring at the desk; where would I even start? I picked up the phone and page the button to call out to the holding guards. "Miss Nygma?" I heard through the phone, "Yes, could you have someone bring Doctor Crane up to my office. I need to begin getting each of my patients with their new Doctor." I explained to him.

"Of course; he will be in your office in under ten minutes." He informed me as I just nodded to myself before hang up the phone. Under ten, that gave me just enough time to put a few of the things I had brought with me from my other office around here too I guess add some form of personality to this insultingly boring room.

Ten minutes seemed to fly by as I only really got a few small pieces of art up on the wall and put some small pictures of my family on my desk and a few of the cabinets. I turned around to see a man in a standing there his wrists and legs all cuffed up along one chain with two guards on either side of him. He was in the typical bright orange jumpsuit. "Scarecrow is here, want us to lock him in." The one guard nodded towards the table.

"When I'm around he is address as Jonathan Crane, and yes lock him in. That'll be all stay posted outside my door unless, I inform you otherwise." I told them as the two men nodded, locking his chain into the hoop before leaving the room. I picked up Doctor Cranes file making my way over to the table where the silent man sat watching my every move.

"Jonathan; I am Doctor Nygma. I brought you in here today to sort of get to know you see where you are currently at in your rehabilitation." I told him as I sat down in front of him the file out of his reach.

"I am still a Doctor." he told me his voice cool and emotionless. "Doctor Crane. I apologize." I told him. He seemed to smirk at my instant motion to treat him more as an equal.

"Well Miss Nygma," He started to say, degrading my title slightly. "We both know if the warden has his way, this is my home until I die. So checking where I stand in my progress is a bit of an overkill. There is nothing mentally wrong with me; being insane doesn't necessarily make you a mental patient does it?" That was a bit of a contradiction really.

"Well, I believe you're here not just because of your instability but more so because escaping a prison is easier than the asylum. Why don't you tell me how Doctor Crane became the Scarecrow?" I asked him as he smiled.

"Escaping Arkham Prison is much easier, I've done it twice." He told me with a cheesy grin.

"Doctor; you were never in Arkham Prison. Why don't you just assume I know everything and you are just simply retelling it to me." I told him with a half smile. I really did hate when patients lied to me as if they thought their file was filled with lies or empty before me and I was simply just going to take their word for it.

"Caught me. I like a doctor that actually cares enough to read my file." He grinned.

"Doctor, how did you get to this point?" I had asked him as he quickly started up into the tale of how he became one of Gotham's ruthless. The next four hours where the same thing; Doctor Tetch, Doctor Isley, Mr Strange, and Mr Dent. seemly all had no issues telling me their life stories, why they turned to evil which I assumed was a lie on at least that however it wasn't in their file so unfortunately I did have to take their word for it.

"Victor Zsasz is here Doctor Nygma." I heard the man's voice from the door as my third last patient of the day was then locked in place before me

"Mmmm deep brown eyes, hair to match. Perfection except your far to fit for my tastes." The man's words came up much sicker than I was sure they were supposed to sound.

"Victor Zsasz; I am-" I was about to continue speaking when he interrupted me.

"Amelia Mikela Nygma. Changed to Nygma from Nashton after you and your Brother Edward escaped the cruelty of your parents when he turned eighteen and you were just 15. Both legally emancipate yourselves from your parents. The name change was in the hopes they would never find you but they in fact have followed both of their children's success, they have a shrine up for each of your in your old rooms. You had been living in Central City for the past four years working there helping the criminally insane and on the side helping at risk teens change their risky paths. You dated a Barry Allen for a year before things became too intense for you; he wanted to go further you afraid of being in a relationship ended things. Shame I heard he is a really special guy. That was the real intention for switching from Central City to Gotham not just to be closer to your brother or a better job. Which you lied to Edward about, he knows why you really moved. You have four tattoos, and a pet cat named Dobby after your love for Harry Potter, cute interest.-" I cut him off once he was getting too into my life.

"How do you know… any of that?" I asked my voice coming out more scared than I had intended.

"Well Miss Nashton; I would say I am excellent at reading people, however I am a contract killer… It was at one point my job to learn about those my employer wanted dead. I was informed my Doctor was no longer working here and I would be getting a new one. I needed to know that you would actually do your job rather than trying to prescribe me drugs I don't need. There is nothing mentally wrong with me, you can surely see that."

"It's not my job to drug you up Victor, It's my job to rehabilitate you so hopefully they will allow you to leave."

"So young… so naive. I've missed that in a Doctor, however I do respect that you are honest with me Miss Nashton. I have to admit, knowing you are one of the honest ones I will do my best in keeping myself honest with you. In that; you should leave Gotham and never return. More importantly; you should leave Arkham… there are things here Miss Nasthon. Things you don't want knowing what I know about you… they won't be as kind as I am."

I could hear myself choking down my saliva as I swallowed; as insanely creepy as he was for knowing anything about me he wasn't lying about being honest which only made me wonder what or who he was talking about. Once Zsasz had told me a bit about himself on the promise I wouldn't record or write any of it down. I had him brought back to his cell, unfortunately for me Floyd Lawton was away on one of the missions with the Suicide Squad which left me with my last introduction of the day.

"Oi! Bugga get yer 'ands off me 'eh?" I heard a man basically yell as he was pushed into my door. I spun around from my desk to watch as my last; guest of the day helped himself off the floor. He had no chains, why was he unchained?

"George Harkness?" I questioned as I walked towards him motioning for him to take a seat on one of the couches. "Well, well. Didn't think 'old Saint Nick was 'ivin' me a gift this early." He grinned before sitting across from me.

"George; this is mandatory and I would appreciate it if you could on at least some level behave?" I questioned him.

"I guess I can do that." His accent was so thick I could hardly figure out what he was saying, he was a rather buff guy, and he smelt like a liquor store which was really confusing since he was placed here to stop him from drinking. "I 'aven't been called George since I was a kid, me mum called me that. Call me Digga." He said as he leaned in way to close for comfort reading my name tag. "Miss Nygma."

"How has being on the Squad helped, do you think after a few missions you'll actually engage in rehabilitation so you can work on leaving this place?" I asked him.

"Well, I do 'ave five life sentences so I doubt I 'ould be leaving any time soon. Why fancy getting din-dins with me love?" He asked as I shut my eyes rolling them while shaking my head. "George." I commented.

"Nu-huh, Digga." He corrected me.

"Digger." I corrected myself; "Why a life of crime? I read about your life growing up, I was horrible but you could have made something out of it, why crime?" I asked him, just like I had done with everyone else. Expecting to get the same generic response that everyone else save for Doctor Crane, Doctor Isley and Victor Zsasz had given me.

"Why not, 'eh? It's fun, I was tired of being ridiculed and tormented by people, yea? Though why not use these skills for my own gain, never be made fun of again. The bank robbin' was the easy bit, always get some'ne else to do it for you, yea? Than that stupid speedy fella caught me. Still, it was fun. I 'ain't leaving here, love. I would never change my lifestyle."

"Never?" I asked him, I had to admit hearing him tell me about how he had turned to it because he was sick of being tormented and made fun of his whole life did make me feel horrible for him. Bullying was always the main result for why they became who they were. Like with Dent, the death of Rachel and the pressure in the D.A.'s office sent him reeling downhill.

I couldn't let myself feel sorry for them, they were here because they are criminals. Harkness was right; none of them were getting out of here. My job is technically only even here so they have someone to talk to; I knew Arkham never had an interest in releasing any one from here. However they couldn't just lock these people up and the only human contact was a food tray through the door, or the hopes they are tasked for a mission with the Suicide Squad. The psych's are only here to give them a person to communicate with once or twice a week, as many times as they asked really. Twice was mandatory anything more than that was at the patient's request. Much like it was back in Central City.

Once I had let them remove George from my office I had began to file all the work into different cabinets knowing by the end of the year they would all probably need a drawer each to themselves. That and who knew how many other patients I would be assigned with the lack of staff they had here. I locked up my office and slowly made my way to the checkout point and than to my brother who was waiting outside by his car.

I picked up my pace and ran towards Edward as he engulfed me into a hug. "You are my sister, but I am not your sister. Who am I?" He asked once we pulled apart from the hug.

"My brother." I grinned, I feel like I was one of the only people in the world who could tolerate Edwards insatiable love for riddles. He had been like that since we were kids, always loved riddles. I remember our parents hating it; they had always felt there was something wrong with him. I didn't I found it quirky and sure maybe sometimes mildly annoying but we tolerate weird things for the people we love. "I thought of a few more for you today." He smiled at me as he opened the car door for me and closing it behind me. I watched as he rushed around the car and got in ready to tell me another riddle.

"I remembered it from when you were a kid." He told me, I could feel myself grinning. "Let's see how well I remember it." I told him as he had begun driving me home to my new apartment. Much to his protests of moving in with him, I instead moved into a building a few blocks away.

"I'm teary-eyed but never cry. Silver-tongued, but never lie. Double-winged, but never fly.
Air-cooled, but never dry. What am I?" He asked me practically jumping around in his seat with excitement.

I remember him telling me this one; oddly enough he had told me at the time how proud he was of me for knowing the answer to such a hard riddle at such a young age. I just couldn't remember the answer. "Teary-eyed, silver-tongued, double-winged, and air-cooled?" I repeated out loud to myself trying to remember the answer.

I could see Edward tapping his thumbs on the wheel with anticipation, he must have thought I was stalling for fun. He had no idea I was having trouble with remembering the answer; which was when it hit me in the face. "Mercury. The element looks shiny, silver, and is wet. The god Mercury has two wings but only uses them to run." I told him smiling that I remembered.

"Of course! I'm glad you remembered. How was your first day at Arkham?" He asked me.

"Interesting, I feel like I'll never be able to help them but at least I'm there for them right?"

"I have no doubt you will help them become better people, helping them turn away from crime however is their choice not yours." He told me.

"True. One of them knew basically everything about me it was…" I paused looking for the word.

"Fun, that sounds like great fun. Imagine how personal you can be…" He said grinning, only Edward would find something like that intriguing and entertaining. I just smiled as he kept driving; "You're probably right, he was the most honest with me besides this weird Australian one."

"Captain Boomerang is your patient? That's interesting, you should talk to him about his love for ponies and pink, or just wear something with pink in it. Bet he will open up like a clam." He chuckled.

"He was hitting on me Eddy." I laughed softly.

I could see from the way I was looking at Ed that his entire demeanor changed from bubbly to dark and almost sinister. "Request not to be his Doctor." He said as his voice even grew incredibly dark.

"Eddy; it's fine. He's got chains on him, he's locked in place and there are two guards in the room when he's there." I lied.

He switched back to my normal bubbly and joyful brother almost instantly. "Oh in that case it's fine, just don't entice him like I had first suggested." He smiled, smiled and yet his eyes were still so dark to me.

"Would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight or are you tired from work?" He asked me as he slowly looked over at me, once we had stopped at a red light.

"Of course I'm not tired, where did you want to get food?" I asked him, "There is a diner not too far from the Station, I think you would like it. It is cozy and intimate just like the one down the street from school. Remember?"

"Of course I do. When mom and dad would fight you would take me there for dinner all the time. Your memory Eddy is amazing, take me home so I can get changed first?" I asked him as he nodded.

"Might I suggest, that black shirt with your light blue blazer?" He offered as I smiled. That with my black skinny jeans was exactly what I was wearing when he had picked me up from the train station when I moved back to Gotham. It was probably a memory thing for him if he was suggesting it.

"Of course, nice choice!" I grinned as we pulled up to the apartment. "Do you want to come up and wait?" I asked him. He just shook his head, "I will wait here, you will only take less than fifteen minutes to get there and back." He told me as I shook my head chuckling before I made my way up to my apartment to change.

"See small and intimate." He told me once we had sat down in the small diner, he wasn't wrong it was almost exactly like the place near our home growing up. "This place is really nice Eddy, how did you find it?" I asked him.

"There was a guy a while back that the crime bosses thought they killed he took it over. I'm surprised he isn't in jail. He is one of their best informants really. He walks funny, however he is really nice. I consider him a friend, he enjoys my riddles just like you do." He told me as I nodded.

I deal with the criminally insane all day, he works in a lab… of course he would befriend a potential criminal. "Really what's his name?" I asked as a rather skinny man approached us with a slight wobble or was it a hobble… in his walk. "Oswald Cobblepott. Pleasure to make your acquaintance you must me Edward's sister, he talks about you all the time." The man told me as I just nodded smiling. He - well, he creeped me out to say the least.

"Only nice things of course, I would never talk down to or about my sister." Edward informed me with a smile. "I would never have assumed you would." I nodded; this was going to be a fairly interesting dinner.