Raven

Chapter 1 - First...or second time for everything.

It was only a matter of time before I got caught. It took GCPD long enough. Hell, I murdered the first one over three years ago. The second one three months ago.

I guess I should start out with the normal stuff, the name's Raven. Raven Kincade. I'm on my way to Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane for a couple of reasons you'll find out later.

They told me they're taking me to M Ward, which in my mind means murdering ward, but you never know. I guess I'm a psycho celebrity for being out into M Ward. Limited fifteen minutes shower time, two hours of free time a day, not to mention the group therapy sessions, and singular therapy sessions if they think we didn't cooperate enough during group therapy. How awesome.

Arriving at my destination, some would say I'm angry, but I'm not really feeling anything.

"Welcome to Arkham Ms. Kincade," Oh yeah, real welcome. "I'm Dr. Collins, please follow me for your wardrobe while they prepare your cell." She led me to an office just outside the M Ward steel doors into a white room with terrible red stripes along the wall. It's not like I had much choice but to follow her, they stuck the biggest men on me to lead me around. One of their names as I read on their names was Steele. How ironic. She handed me a white suit with my cell and inmate number on the back in black, I half expected it to be an orange suit. It's jail enough in here. I mean, duh, I'm in an insane asylum no matter how they try to sugar coat it. "Now, everyday you'll get fifteen minutes to shower and we'll keep the towels and supplies with us. You'll be monitored by an officer or nurse. If a male makes you uncomfortable we can have a nurse sent in to monitor you but a guard will be outside the door. You'll also get two hours of outdoor recreation or indoor crafts, and books will be available. You'll get breakfast, lunch, and dinner privileges you get a half hour to eat. For two hours a day you'll have group therapy sessions. And singular therapy if you refuse to cooperate. Any questions?"

"No." The first words I've said since before they caught me.

"Good. You're cell is ready." She said, I want to punch her in her perfect toothed mouth. Something about her makes me want to kick a puppy.

Ah, cell sweet cell, number one hundred and twenty-four.

"Listen," Steele started "there's only one other female in this ward and they don't let you visit any of the other wards. These guys, they're going to be...frustrated if you know what I mean." I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. Was he actually telling me that these men in here were actually going to try some risky business with me? Just wait until they hear what I did. "So, I'll just keep an eye out for you."

"Thank you." I answered. I'm not completely defenseless, but it was nice to have some sane allies in this place. Never know when I'll need them. "Any way you could tell me who I'll be living around?"

"You're next to an Edward Nigma on the left, and a Pamela Isley on the right, but they don't like those names. They prefer to be called Riddler and Poison Ivy. The one I'd be most careful about, the Joker. No one knows his real name. He'll be across from you." He answered leading me to my cell. "I'm Steele by the way. If anything happens, you let me know."

"Raven. I will." I said meekly, seeming innocent and walking into my cell. "Why isn't anyone around?"

"Dinner's just ending. The inmates will be returning soon and you'll get to meet your new neighbors." He answered before walking away.

I sat down on my not all that uncomfortable bed. So, this is what it's going to be like for the next twenty years. Awesome. Unless of course, I play my cards right, be an innocent little girl who was simply possessed and get out early.
Just when I had closed my eyes, I heard a shrill ringing that I knew would get old quickly. I got up to see what the commotion was and I saw random inmates making their ways down the hall. All were men except the one female who turned to go into her cell to the right of mine fore I got a good look at her. Then a man who was a little taller than me with black slicked back hair passed my cell. He looked at me and I heard him say

"I'm Edward." And winked at me before a different guard pushed him down into the cell next to mine.

Then a man who easily towered over my petite frame came in front of my cell with his back to me. He was slightly hunched at the shoulders and I noticed he had green hair with specs of blond peeking out that looked like it hadn't been washed in a year. He looked over his shoulder and all I saw were his piercing brown eyes looking into my slightly apprehensive sky blue ones. I saw him shift, perhaps to turn around to acquaint himself with me before the same guard, that pushed Edward, pushed him into his cell directly in front of mine. I gasped slightly. I knew him, well, I knew of him. He paints his face in white, red, and black grease paint and has killed numerous amounts of people. mean, I'm on the same ward as him but I've only killed two. This man could snap at the drop of a hat and lash out at everyone.

I think I'll keep my mouth shut for a while to avoid being on his bad side.

When he entered his cell, the guard, with the assistance of two nurses and Steele, they put a straight jacket on him before exiting and bolting his door with the manual lock and an electronic. I heard something click on my door and guessed it was my personal lock.

"Well hell-o there." I heard a high pitched, yet intimidating, voice say. I looked and saw the Joker looking straight at me through the double thick window on our doors. Shit.

A/N: Well, I've jumped on the band wagon. I've decided to write a joker-centered OC story...I thought I'd never do this. lol

Anyway, I've never written anything like this. Please go easy on me! I'll except constructive criticism NOT flames. I don't appreciate being degraded on my writing, this is just an experiment to test writing different scenarios.

Good? Bad? Lemme know!