OH SNAP! A new series, I suck! When there are so many I need to work on... This is my epic one though.
It is my Batman based AU. OH YES. Mostly based off the Animated Series, because I know the most about that. Don't worry though, you don't need to know a whole lot about Batman to understand this, everything will be explained in later chapters. This is based off the episode/comic "Mad Love", starring Deidara as Harleen Quinzel and Sasori as the Joker. A nearly complete cast will be in the long ending authors note.
MAD LOVE
"I'm really grateful for this opportunity Dr. Uchiha un." Deidara Iwa spoke as he followed the black haired man through the dim lighted halls of Akatsuki Asylum. "It's really an honor to work under such a prestigious doctor un."
"Please," said the doctor. "Call me Madara, everyone does. And of course you were chosen Dr. Iwa, you graduated top of your class at Konoha University. I'm sure Akatsuki will be lucky to have you. In fact we were surprised you wished to work here, considering the... reputation of our patients."
Deidara's mouth twitched a little and he brushed a lock of his blond hair back. "... Right un. Well I've always been attracted to more extreme personalities un. And I'm sure this internship will help me greatly as well un."
"I'm sure." muttered Madara. "Come, let me show you where we keep the patients." The doctor opened a door that led to another hall.
Deidara had to quell his rapid breathing as he stepped into the hall after the doctor, He could barely believe it. He was so close to achieving his dream, his dream of working at the infamous Akatsuki Asylum, home to some of the world's most deranged minds.
He had moved to Konoha, worked endlessly at school, and now he was finally here. He had been ecstatic when the head of Akatsuki, Dr. Madara Uchiha had contacted him about his internship application. So close, he was so fucking close.
"This is where we keep our... special cases." Madara's voice broke into Deidara's thoughts. "Most of them were brought in by Hebi, -you know Hebi don't you? I understand you didn't always live in Konoha but..."
"No!" Deidara exclaimed, jerking his head away from where it had been looking at the thick bellet-proof glass that separated the patients from them. "I've heard of Hebi un. Everyone has. He's quite the character for a vigilante un."
Glancing back at the cells the patients were kept in he briefly made eye contact with a blue haired woman, who glanced at him for a second before going back to the origami flower she was sculpting.
Turning his head back to Madara as they passed her call he spoke a question that was in his mind.
"Er, Dr. Madara, I notice that the patients don't have an privacy un. Isn't that a little..."
"Unorthodox? Quite. But you will find that these patients require such methods. For example, we had one patient that, when not being observed constantly attempted to harm himself in various ways. These patients are only given privacy in the bathroom and during individual therapy sessions."
Deidara nodded, still looking from cell to cell, fascinated. Most patients ignored him, a few glanced at him. One startled him by jumping to the glass and pounding on it.
"Hey Madara!" the silver haired man shouted. "Who's that, a new fucking lab rat? Burn in hell you fucking heathen! "
Deidara jumped at this, but Madara barely spared a glance at the albino.
"That's Hidan," he said. "Just ignore him."
The blond nodded nervously, tearing his eyes away from the patient, who kept banging and shouting profanities as they passed him and moved to the end of the hall.
"You may work with a few of these patients, but until you get more practice with less serious cases you probably won't be seeing them too often" Madara continued speaking as they neared the end of the hall.
Suddenly, a cool voice called out from Deidara's left. "Hey," was all it said, and Deidara turned his eyes to see a red haired man sitting in a cell. The redhead smirked at him, his brown eyes heavy lidded. "Are you the new intern?"
Deidara paused, then nodded slowly, turning his whole body to face the cell.
Madara stayed behind him, but began speaking. "Ah yes, he is one of of our more famous cases. Dr. Iwa, I suppose you've heard of The Scorpion Killer?"
Deidara's eyes widened, but the red haired man just chuckled and shifted to the foot of his bed so he was sitting right by the glass.
"Such an ugly name," he said, looking Deidara square in the eye, grinning. Deidara felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never looked a serial killer in the eye before.
The redhead chuckled again sinisterly. "Please," he said. "Call me Sasori. I'd shake your hand if it weren't for... this." He tapped on the glass for emphasis. "So tell me, what's your name?"
"Deidara Iwa." Deidara muttered, not breaking eye contact. This was a test on the redhead's part and he knew it. "DOCTOR Deidara Iwa."
"Dei... Dei... Deidara..." Sasori rolled his head back, enunciating as if he was trying to taste the words. "Dei-Dara..."
"Sasori is one of our more difficult cases." Madara spoke again. "He'd eat a novice like you alive."
Deidara twitched a little at the demeaning statement but didn't say anything.
"Deidara..." Sasori said again. "What a pretty name! I hope to see you again soon Dei-da-ra." He smirked again and another shiver ran down the blond's spine.
Slowly Deidara turned back to Madara.
"Shall we continue the tour un?" He said calmly and then followed the black haired doctor out the door.
Sasori watched them leave thoughtfully.
"And this will be your office." Madara concluded the tour, opening the door to the dark office, moonlight pouring in from the window. "Now, it is late. I need to finish up up some paperwork. You will officially start tomorrow. I expect you here at 6:00 AM sharp. Understood Dr. Iwa?"
Deidara nodded. "Understood un."
Madara nodded and turned, walking back to his own office.
"What a weirdo un." Deidara muttered to himself once his creepy superior was gone, stepping into his office without bothering to turn on the light. He was planning to go home, back to his ugly cramped apartment soon, but not until he had inspected his office.
It was plain, two windows with the blinds open, an empty bookshelf, a chair and an unadorned desk... except...
He walked over to the desk, picking up the single object that rested on it.
A flower.
It was a small white rose in a vase - no, not a rose. When Deidara touched it he realized it was a paper rose, like the one the blue-haired woman had been making.
Noticing a note attached to the flower Deidara squinted to read it in the moonlight.
Come down and see me sometime. I look forward to working with you.
Then after that it said "Signed" and it had a small picture, a picture of a red scorpion.
Feeling a smile involuntarily cross his lips he carefully pulled the flower out of the vase and put it in his front shirt pocket before turning to leave.
TO BE CONTINUED
Okay, notes. About this concept: First off, a cast. Not everyone on this cast list will be in this story (I want to make multiple stories.), and not everyone in this story will be on this cast list. (Just so you all don't figure out all the plot points...)
Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn- Deidara
Joker- Sasori (Now a serial killer dubbed "The Scorpion Killer" by the presses.)
The Riddler - Hidan (With bits of another villain added into his character.)
Poison Ivy - Konan
Catwoman - Itachi (EPIC LOL)
Bruce Wayne/Batman - Sasuke/"Hebi"
Commissioner Gordon - Kakashi
Alfred - Tsunade (LOL IT WILL MAKE SENSE.)
AND Arkham Asylum - Akatsuki Asylum.
As I mentioned I want to make multiple series using this concept, as I do have really all the characters planned out. I will start with this one, see how it goes.
About this story:
First off I'm chaning the Joker/Harley dynamic to make it... less abusive. If you are familiar with their dynamic in the comics/cartoons you will now what I mean and recognize how I change it. If you don't, that's just fine. There was not a lot of character development in this chapter, just wait. Hidan showed up for a reason, that's all I'm telling you.
THAT WAS WAY TOO LONG OF AN AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Please review, don't flame.