I dont remember why i wrote this. all i remember is that im very happy i did.

please dont take it too seriously.

please.

"Dorothy, come on, its time to go outside." An orderly muttered, gently tapping the girl on the shoulder.

She was presently staring at a crack on the roof, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Dorothy?"

The girl still didn't respond, her cell mate was sitting in the corner muttering to himself and counting on his fingers, Dorothy started drawing shapes on the plain white wall with her fingers and muttering to herself as well.

She must have been overdosed on sedative last time she had an episode, the orderly decided and slowly left the room to consult a doctor about it.

Once the young woman was gone, Dorothy slumped against the wall and crossed her arms, still glaring at the crack on the ceiling, she hated going outside, it was wet. She continued glaring at the crack like she was trying to make it move or something else phenomenal like that.

Her cellmate was still muttering to himself.

"How much gasoline for this?"

"How much for that?"

"Could I just blow up the girl or get her out?"

"Maybe I could take her hostage?"

"No no no!"

He was usually more talkative then this, but his medication had been changed and he was obviously still adjusting. Dorothy didn't like him much, he was too…touchy, always getting in her personal space and stealing her food at lunch hour, but asylum coordinators don't just ask, "hey, who do you wanna room with, honey?" they choose for you and you're stuck until the person either violates you or kills you.

Dorothy's roomie hasn't done either, so all things considered he was rather hospitable.

The crack on the roof still hadn't moved and Dorothy's head was starting to hurt, she hoped the orderly wouldn't come back with medication to 'wake her up' like they did after she pretended to be brain-dead some days; she didn't have that sort of illness, of course not.

Truthfully, she didn't know what sort of illness she had; no one had ever had the decency to tell her. Dorothy pursed her lips and listened to the man on the other edge of the room.

"I could bribe the security guard with doughnuts" he muttered, obviously stifling a laugh and Dorothy tilted her head to the side.

"I don't think they have doughnuts in here, sir…" She answered and the man made a non-committal noise before resuming his muttering, not even glancing Dorothy's way.

How rude.

The young inmate's eyelids suddenly felt heavy, she was bored and when she was bored she went to sleep, but before her eyes had even closed Dorothy heard a loud hissing noise and noticed her cell door slowly swinging open.

She raised an eyebrow, "How curious…" she mumbled and stood shakily, brushing down her ugly orange jumpsuit. What was the harm in taking a peek right?

Once reaching the door, Dorothy leaned out, looking first to the left, then to the right, all seemed to be completely normal, dark and dreary as always. She turned to tell her roomie that he could get out of the cell now and was surprised to find him gone, had he somehow escaped while she wasn't looking? Perhaps he was the one who got the door open in the first place. Either way, Dorothy didn't mind, she could get outside the asylum walls and that was all that mattered.

She slowly stepped out of her cell and began tip-toeing down the dark and slightly damp hallways, taking note of the fact all the other inmates had escaped already, how had she not noticed this? Dorothy shrugged and continued walking, trying as hard as she could to remember the way out, the asylum had so many crazy twists and turns, ups and downs, it was a wonder that the orderlies could always get to their patients in time for sessions, let alone for emergencies.

While thinking about orderlies, Dorothy noticed there were none of them either, no one trying to get the inmates back in their cells or trying to find missing inmates like herself…of course this was odd, even in an accident like a fire the orderlies would try to help and get the patients out.
Dorothy turned down another hallway, praying that this was the way to the exit when she stumbled upon a map glued to the wall, a gigantic 'You are here!' sticker was stuck on one of the many long twisting hallways and Dorothy bit her lip, running her fingers over the paths and trying to find the quickest way to an exit. Two lefts and a right, down a flight of stairs another left…there!

Dorothy's face split into a grin, the exit was so close, she couldn't believe it and broke into a run, down one wing, turn left, down another, turn left again, down one more, turn right, down down down, and there were the stairs.

They weren't just stairs, it was a grand staircase, split into two, each running down either end of the room, Dorothy felt like a princess walking down them, her bare feet touching the cold concrete of each stair, she loved the feeling, she always had, but she didn't have time to enjoy herself, she wanted to get out, had to get out and so, she ran the rest of the way down the staircase, turned right and stopped when she saw the administration desk.

Dorothy vaguely remembered standing in front of that desk, her father signing the papers.

Dangerous, yes.

Crazy, yes.

She supposed both those answers were true, at the time she probably was dangerous and crazy, but the asylum had a serious problem with letting inmates out, even after cured. Not that Dorothy thought she was cured, no, of course not…just not dangerous anymore.

After giving the desk one final nod, Dorothy walked up to the giant wooden door, the entrance, or to her, the exit. A giant grin slid across her face and she pressed her small frail hands against the splintered wood and gave it the biggest push she could.

Crack!

Dorothy blinked, the world outside was beautiful, it looked like a quaint little town, with many small cottages and flowers blooming everywhere…oddly though, in front of every house was a police car…

But none of that mattered now, as much as Dorothy wished she could just frolic among the flowers and collapse onto a dry patch of grass, she had to find out what made that god awful cracking noise.

The former inmate slowly walked around to the other side of the door and was very surprised when she found –lying in a pool of blood- a young woman, not much older than herself. Dorothy grimaced, and not because there was a dead lady in front of her, more because of her outfit choice.

She had thick blond hair tied into two pigtails, the end of one dyed black and the other dyed red; she wore a low cut vest, so low cut that her bra was hanging out and really short shorts. What Dorothy did like though, was her knee high red combat boots with black laces, she nodded appreciatively, almost like she was approving of the corpse's choice in footwear when a gruff voice came out from behind her.

"You killed the wicked witch of the east."

Dorothy blinked and spun around, her eyes widening at the site before her. There was a man in a thick black armoured suit, a black cape, a mask that covered all but his mouth and eyes with little ears on top, a bat symbol on his chest and…a pink tutu.

"Excuse me?" Dorothy asked while trying to stifle a laugh and the man crossed his arms.

"The dead woman is Harley Quinn or to most people, the wicked witch of the east." The man growled and Dorothy giggled.

"I can't take you seriously with that voice and the tutu."

"It's mandatory!" The man rasped and Dorothy smiled.

"What for?"

The man crossed his arms again, "I am a silent guardian, a watchful protector, the Dark Knight." Then he muttered something that Dorothy couldn't hear.

"What was that last part?"

The Dark Knight guy grimaced, "I'm also the good witch of the north on weekends…but you can call me Batman."

Dorothy started biting her lip in an attempt to keep her laughs silent, but before she had time to make a smart remark, Harley Quinn's combat boots faded away and appeared on her feet instead.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, looking down at her feet in amazement, "How'd they do that?"

"They chose you!" a little voice announced and Dorothy turned to see a little...policeman about as high as her knee.

Dorothy blinked and looked down at the little person before turning back to Batman again, "Where did you say this place was?"

Batman frowned, "I didn't. Welcome, to lawful land." Batman produced a pink wand out of nowhere and slammed it down on Dorothy's head, "Tada."

"Ouch..." Dorothy moaned and looked around the little town, lawful land, all the police cars made sense now.

Another policeman walked up to Dorothy, "Thank you for killing the witch, she's been annoying us for years."

Dorothy grinned, "It's alright, i just opened the door..."

"What door?" The policeman asked while tilting his head to the side.

"That one right the- oh!"

The door was gone, the whole asylum was gone, everything was gone and replacing it was a giant city with dark twisting streets, leading up to the cleaner section and in the middle of that sat a giant building with a neon green 'W' flashing on and off.

"What's that place?" Dorothy asked with wide eyes and the two policemen looked terrified.

"That is Gotham city, the least lawful place in the world!"

Dorothy tilted her head to the side, "And the Tower in the middle?"

"Oh! That there's Wayne Tower, the home of the Wizard, he can do anything!"

Dorothy perked up suddenly and turned to Batman, "Could he help me get my sanity back?"

Batman shrugged, "Probably."

"Wow" Dorothy exclaimed, "I have to meet this guy!"

One of the policemen tugged on Dorothy's orange jumpsuit, "It's a very dangerous journey, now that the witch of the east is dead...her boss his gonna come after you, and he is so mu-"

All of a sudden a giant projection appeared in the sky, with a giant face staring down at them, "Hello beautiful"

i actually have quite a few chapters of this stupid thing written... and might upload more in the future. i hope ill finish it one day, but im not sure.

thoughts?

-Bree