Mad Love is so appropriately named. I love it yet it drives me mad! There is so much in it that simply doesn't make sense or is left unexplained. (Yes I do realize it isn't reality, go away mean people.)
So like several other authors, I decided try my own version, fixing my little quibbles as I went, and reach the same conclusion, well more or less. ;)
The cheery warmth of the summer sun danced in dappled patterns across the faded red car as it passed under the ancient trees lining the twisting road. Ignoring the hitchhiker warning signs scattered like so much litter on the sides of the asphalt, the little car rumbled onwards, turn after turn, only slowing at the huge ironwork gate that silently crept open at its approach. Unexpectedly the trees disappeared, the full blindingly bright light effortlessly illuminating the car's destination. Creeping to a stop along the empty road, a blonde haired woman stepped out, gazing in awe at the sight ahead.
Arkham Asylum towered over the landscape, pale grey buildings dramatically showcasing their gothic ornamentation. Stone arches and jagged spires pierced the sky as gigantic statues gazed expressionlessly down from their lofty heights. Several guard towers could be seen, giving it a somewhat militaristic feel, but still the sprawling complex appeared to been plucked out of a dark fairytale.
This was it. All the hours of effort, the demeaning jobs, the proverbial blood, sweat and tears were paying off. Finally she had fulfilled her dreams, proved to the world that she was worth something. She was a newly graduated doctor interning at one of the most famous asylums in the country, far beyond anyone else's meager expectations. She'd made it. Climbing back into her battered vehicle Dr. Quinzel continued on towards the employee checkpoint, ready to change the world.
"Stand up, face the wall."
The gruff voice of the guard pulled him out of a simply lovely daydream. Batman struggled uselessly, tightly bound to a brightly colored Maypole while he danced joyously below, wrapping a length of razorwire ever tighter around B-man's bloody chest. A slow and delightfully painful death was sure to follow. Frowning momentarily at the interruption, his trademark grin soon returned as he remembered the reason behind this unusual intrusion into his personal time.
"Stand up and face the wall!" Louder this time as the hulking guard stood at the doorway, his partner with a taser at the ready.
"Sorry Marcus but you're going to have to wait, I've got a date with Arkham and you know how he hates sloppy seconds." He giggled at Marcus's furious expression as he was violently yanked up from his bed, the many restraints quickly being locked around his entire body.
"Shut up freak."
"Mmm, into clown bondage are you? Very kinky." His smile grew ever wider as he was roughly pushed about, the tight chains digging into his skin. Looking over at the man still in the doorway he giggled again. "Come on Bobby, don't you think its time we kissed and made up?" Winking flirtatiously, he added, "Tongue action your choice."
The last time he'd been summoned to see Dr Arkham, Bobby hadn't been quick enough with the restraints. A swift kick had sent him crashing into the wall, and Joker had happily bounced up and down on the man's chest, breaking three ribs, before Marcus and the others brought him down and sedated him. Pumped too full of drugs to do much more than drool, his appointment with Dr. Arkham had been rescheduled. It had been a fantastic coincidence that a do-gooder health inspector had arrived later in the day. Appalled at The Joker's near vegetative state, his misguided savior threatened to close the asylum down if he was ever drugged like that again. He'd laughed for days at the joke.
Unfortunately, the temporary guards refused to have anything to do with him if he wasn't heavily sedated. So he'd been kept in his boring old cell while they forged paperwork about his daily activities. He'd heard he was doing well in the weekly yoga classes.
"I said shut up!" A sudden punch in the stomach caused Joker to laugh hysterically as he fell to his knees. As soon as the final lock had clicked into place they quickly drug him into the hallway, roughly strapping him onto the large handcart before wheeling him off to the interview rooms.
The sound of his laughter echoed eerily through the corridor long after he was gone.
I know its short but fear not, updates should be coming along shortly as I'm already working on chapter 14!