This was originally made as a present, but I need some ideas for the future and some feedback :) There are two girl OCs, Ashley and Krysta. both doctors. Laurence is ash's butler. I switch around scenes and transition with quotes, so dont get confused lol, i like the style! enjoy though, :) this is kind of random for me to post haha Review please!

The City of Terror, Insanity, and Romance; The City of Gotham

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"Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away... forever." -The Joker

"Happy Anniversary Doc!" Joker howled from behind the small glass window; smile spreading up his face like a disease. His wide eyes met her's, the wild expression that he had mastered over the years exemplified by his clown-like appearance. It was that wild expression and maniacal personality that she had yearned to cure. How desperately did she want to see him a normal man. Scarred as he was, he was still a human, still open to be loved...

"Hmm.. anniversary Joker?" Doctor Ashley asked, walking up to the window and standing in front of it, a smile on her face. Joker had quickly became her favorite patient over the past few months. She was the only person he would show improvement for. Mostly due to the fact that he was madly in love with her. Joker stepped back from the window, placing his hand on the cool glass, making a light hand-print. His eyes captured her's with a hopeful look, letting the small amount of humanity he could muster shine through his emerald eyes. She sighed in defeat and matched his hand with her own. The contrast between her tanned skin and his made him seem all the more sickly and pale. He smiled compassionately for a moment then turned and fell onto the bed, his famous persona engulfing him once again.

"Why, yes Doc! Anniversary! I have been your patient for 175 days!" He exclaimed proudly, letting out a laugh of slight hysteria.

"I don't see that as much of an anniversary Joker, one may celebrate a year or a month...but why 175 days?" She said, turning to sit at her desk which was covered with files and a large high tech computer; courtesy of Wayne Enterprises.

"Well doc..." He began, his voice raising in the amusing tone he uses before spouting some type of ludicrous story or shocking fact; just to see it's effect on the listener. The doctor took a deep breath, leaning back in her chair as she prepared herself for whatever may come from the deadly clown's mouth. Joker was playing with a button on his suit as he spoke, a coy smile forming when he noticed she was listening. "Well... you see doc, 175 days to me is sort of, a record. It's the longest a Doctor has ever spent with me as their patient without well... you know.." He said, another hysterical laugh bursting from his throat. She looked at him wearily.

"No, I don't know. What is it Joker?" She said, slowly growing impatient with the clown's laughter. He paused in his laughter to wipe his hand over his mouth then licked his bright red lips before continuing.

"You see...by now, every other doc that ever tried to save me...died...committed suicide... landed themselves in a hospital... or ended up by my side as my girlfriend in this very asylum in a charming little Harlequin outfit!"

"So Harley is your girlfr-"

"In her mind! Yes she is. But to you Doc, and to me? I'm as bachelor as I always will be, well until you give up sanity and come to rock on the insane side of things." Joker explained, his head hanging off the bed upside down and his feet resting on the wall. Ashley stood and walked in front of the window.

"That's the opposite of why I'm here Joker. You're going to be sane." She said, not a hint of doubt in her voice. He smiled contently.

"And that, THAT is the reason I'm head over heels for ya Doc! You've made it 175 loooong days without hanging or gagging yourself or something of the sort. Yet, you haven't given in to the temptation of my charm either. But, if I may say, when your day comes to fall Doc, it will be in my bed rather than tied by the neck. You're much too classy for death!" He said, throwing his arms above his head. The doctor shook her head, and turned to return to her work. Yes, Joker and her had grown a bond, no, that did not mean she was going to run off and wear a tight circus uniform and sleep with him. That was more of a dumb blondes role...

"Hey Ash!" The new intern yelled obnoxiously, her head popping into the office and her blonde locks falling over her face as she smiled innocently. Speaking of dumb blondes...

"Yes Krysta?" Ashley sighed as she stared at the pile of files that at this point will never probably be finished.

" Crane and I were researching and we heard Batman brought in a new prisoner."

"Patient! Krysta this is not a prison. It's an asylum."

"Crane calls it a prison"

"Yeah and Crane's gonna be calling the unemployment agency too." Ashley retorted, mildly irritated. Her father hadn't worked all his life to make some slum of a prison. The intern was new though, and she was just listening to whatever her boyfriend/boss told her. Why hadn't she fired them for getting together?

"Doctor Fallen?" The intern said timidly, her voice shaking. Apparently the unemployment crack had actually got to her.

"Calm down Krysta. It's fine. Do you know who the patient is?" She said, already tired from dealing with nonsense.

"No, I did see Batman though when he checked in. He looked pretty wrecked, and stressed too. Maybe he needs some loving to cheer him up!" She said, giggling then ran out quickly. Ashley leaned back in her chair, her hands rubbing her temple. If she went out there to stand by Batman and console him, she'd never hear the end of it from her little blonde friend. Plus, who knows what type of revenge joker might plot due to it. Though, it was her job as owner to know the information of all new patients.

Sighing, Ashley rose from her chair and began the walk across the asylum.

"It's just because I'm boss, in no way do I need to see if Batman is okay. If he could walk all the way here, he's fine." She said quietly to herself, stepping into the main hall. Guards were crowding near the main elevator, surrounding Batman and the new patient. Pushing through, Ashley became excited to see Batman. She always adored seeing his gorgeous blue eyes. They were the only small hint as to who the man was behind the mask. He would only remove his costume in the dark for her, showing his naturally careful nature. She understood, but wanted for him to eventually trust her enough to tell her. Finally standing beside Batman, Ashley could not believe her eyes. As he turned to see her, she couldn't even manage to look into his cerulean eyes, it was much too hard to rip her gaze from his butchered body and blood soaked costume.

"Though it is simple to bring on, you cannot escape from fear. For fear is not a delusion. You are a sentient mortal condemned to die, and time is against you."-Dr. Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow

"I told Ashley about Batman, Crane." The young intern walked to her lover's side as he stared down at his research papers, his shoulders tight. "What's wrong?"

"All of this knowledge...all of this research, and nothing to do with it!" He said, pushing the notebooks to the side and falling back into his chair, fingers running through his brown hair.

"Relax Crane!" Krysta said, sitting on the arm of the desk chair and rubbing his shoulders. He calmed at her touch slightly, enough for him to speak calmly again.

"I know, I know. 'You have patients to worry about Crane!' I heard you.'" He said, quoting her last lecture. She nodded smiling.

"You do. And," She began, sitting on his lap, "I have been working on the formula. If we can find a way to control it a bit better, soon you can use it more on your patients. Maybe even Zsasz, when they find him." She shivered slightly at the thought of Zsasz, he was the most psychotic patient in the whole place, in her opinion.

"I can't believe he escaped." Crane said, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee. Krysta laid her head on him, stroking his chest lovingly. The doctor pretended he didn't notice.

"He frightens me. I really hope all those sessions you had before the last breakout were enough to make him forget me and Ash. I worry that he pairs you to me in his mind though. He isn't a moron." She said, he looked at her with a small smile.

"It's fine, I wouldn't let him get to you, not after that time when he almost killed you by Ashley's pool. He's lucky I didn't murder him." Crane said, his arm tightening around her. She smiled at him.

"Well you would be a bad doctor if you did. I'm fine now. Zsasz will be caught eventually, I'm sure. I don't think it will be soon though. Batman is probably going to be out of commission for a while with those wounds," She said. Crane nodded and peered at his desk, the glitter of a small tube catching his eye. It was his newest and greatest invention, fear toxin. The small vial had so much power in it, but how to use it to get revenge on those who had not suffered through true fear like he and his companion had? He couldn't risk his reputation, especially with the young intern's future on the line as well. He just needed a way to complete his plan without ruining everything.

"Crane? Why do you seem so dazed?" Krysta said, her hazel eyes widening with wonder. He met her eyes with the detached look he tended to have when he remembered the past. It was that look that led to the other side of Jonathan Crane. The side only she and his victims knew. She loved both sides,even if this side caused her fear, because the satisfaction she gained from his plans was like something she hadn't felt since before her own rehab years ago. She couldn't help but smile at him as his gaze turned into a slightly psychotic one.

"My dear intern, how does a well known doctor like me go about getting revenge on the masses without bringing bad revenue to his own image?" He asked, she thought for a moment then smiled as an idea entered her mind.

"A disguise? Another identity? That way you can do what you please, satisfy your soul, and still return to your position in the morning. Right?" She answered, smiling proudly, he nodded.

"It will be hard to do."

"That's why you have me Crane," She smiled and leaned towards him slowly, her eyes glazing over as she let her instincts for him take over. He smirked as he watched his own desire for revenge spread into her, bringing out the killer within both of them. He adored how easily influenced the young girl was. How easy did she trust her beloved teacher. As long as he kissed her whenever she did something he liked, she would never stop helping him, no matter how scandalous the deed was. Leaning down, he met her lips with his, in a soft but passionate kiss. His hand stroked her hair slowly while his other closed around the small vial on his desk. His plan was finally set, if everything went according to plan, it would not be long before he would have the world suffering through what he had, all while keeping his career. It would not be long before Gotham could finally experience real fear.

"Years ago, I created a mighty lie: an almost demonic creature of violence and vengeance; a night-beast whose very presence would strike fear into the criminal heart. But the lie was born to serve the greater good. The lie protected the innocent, the forsaken. The lie serves justice." -Bruce Wayne, Batman

"Batman!" Ashley cried, forgetting all formalities. His costume was ripped and his flesh sliced in all ways imaginable. His blood soaked every visible inch of skin and fabric. She took his arm as he staggered, barely able to stand any longer. Managing a smile, he turned his head to greet her.

"Ashley. It's good to see you." He murmured, finishing with a cough. She led him to a small couch in the waiting room and he laid down, groaning as he moved his left arm. It appeared to be sprained.

"Who managed to do this to you?" She questioned, sitting in a chair she pulled beside the couch. He looked at her for a moment then closed his eyes out of exhaustion.

"I received information that a political figurehead was found cut up on the steps of city hall. inI assumed by the state the body that it was Zsasz's handiwork, but when I followed the trail the murderer left I was ambushed by assassins. It turns out it was the League of Assassins that had taken the guy out. It became a more dangerous situation then. They had a man named Solomon Grundy under their control. I took him here for rehab. He had been experimented on and has no recall of his past life. I figured the best place to be helped would be here. But, between him and the seemingly endless numbers of assassins I barely managed to have the strength to bring him here. It was rough." He explained. His head laid back on the arm of the couch and Ashley could see his breath was slowing.

"Stay here, they are bringing medical help. I'll be sure that Mr. Grundy has someone assigned to him when he awakens. Sorry you had to bring him all the way here. Next time send a message and we'll have someone come get you. Did you drive like this?" She said, giving him a lecturing look that he saw through squinted eyes.

"Yes I did." He said, chuckling at her accusing tone. Even on the brink of death he still managed to get a lecture.

"You could have killed someone." She said, sighing.

"Trust me, I was the only one in danger. I can barely breathe."

"Are you serious? Or just trying to gain sympathy so I won't yell at you anymore?" She spoke softly, starting to remove his shirt so the doctors could examine his wounds. He smiled.

"Both." He said, holding her hand tightly as he fell unconscious. Ashley sighed and stroked his cheek, happy to see him even in this condition.

"Hey doc?" Aaron Cash, Ashley's favorite guard, called as he walked in.

"Yes Cash?" She said, turning to him with a tired look.

"Sorry to interrupt but we got a call, Joker escaped."

"In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in the ugly dark. I laughed and blew it out." -The Joker

"Well, well, well... if it isn't Laurence Williams himself?" Joker said sarcastically, his hands clenched around a large chain. The other end was wrapped around the neck of an unconscious Killer Croc. Laurence was standing between the two, one foot on the chain.

"You're going to let Croc go now Joker. He isn't leaving the asylum, and neither are you." Williams stated, his eyes keeping a steady gaze on Joker. The clown laughed hysterically and dropped the chain, throwing his hands up.

"Oh won't you RE-LAX Laurence! I was simply getting him for the party! Don't worry your invitation's in the mail, it's attached to a bomb though, so be careful handling." His lips quivered as he held back his laughter. Laurence's jaw clenched in irritation.

"What party Joker? What are you planning?" He asked furiously, yanking the chain away from Joker's feet.

"Didn't baby cakes tell you? It's our anniversary! Exciting, right? I'm almost writhing in ecstasy! It's a wonder what a beauty like her can do to a man's body when he fantasizes!" Joker said, his arms holding himself as he shivered over dramatically. Laurence rolled his eyes and walked forward a few steps.

"Joker, return to your cell. There will be no party. I'm sure you know that's what Ash would want. She does care for you, unfortunately. So, why don't you behave and go back to her?" He said, taking careful steps forward.

"You see, I would. But, I've had my men make up a BIG party downtown. Oh, there will be streamers, gags, and goons EVERYWHERE! Hehehe...exciting eh? HAH!" Joker exclaimed, beginning to laugh. Laurence could recognize that Joker was becoming unstable, and the last thing he needed was Croc waking up and eating him alive while Joker stands there in pure hysterics. He turned and chained Croc to the wall of his cell, then faced towards Joker, gun in hand.

"Woah woah! Laurence! Whatcha doing with that gun? I didn't do nothing to ya yet!" He said, holding his hands up.

"Go back upstairs Joker, turn yourself in." Laurence commanded, watching Joker's every move. The Joker sighed and shrugged.

"I would butler, but you see, I gotta run! And between you and me, I wouldn't be in here right now..." Joker said, Laurence moved his finger to pull the trigger when the ceiling began to cave in. Turning to escape to the elevator, he remembered Croc.

"Damn it. You're Ashley's patient aren't you..." He said to aloud, and used all his strength to drag the Croc into the elevator, barely evading the falling slabs of concrete. After a minute he managed to drag Croc to safety with only a bruised back and a twisted ankle he received when he tripped over the cracking ground just before the elevator opening. He pushed the button on the elevator, and collapsed on the ground, panting deeply.

"Wheres Ashley! What'd you do to Croc!" A deep voice bellowed from beside him.

"Great, Croc's awake, and I left my gun in the basement."

"And now madness takes you...forever"-Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow

"Crane," Krysta whispered, pulling back from their kiss as a large boom sounded from the lowest level of the asylum. "What was that?"

"I don't know. Another break out?" He wondered, pulling his keyboard closer so he could still type while Krysta nestled into his lap. As he began bringing up the security program red lights flashed on the screen.

"What do those errors mean Crane?" The intern asked as she re-buttoned his shirt for him and fixed her own.

"A high level cell has been opened."

"What cell?" She said, looking at the screen in fear.

"Joker's cell... and, it looks like there is commotion in Croc's too." He said, typing quickly to bring up the basements security cameras. "All the camera's are trashed. Come on, we have to go find out what's going on."

"But Joker is loose!" She said desperately.

"He isn't Zsasz. He doesn't just randomly jump out and stab everyone, if he worked this hard to get out, he sure as Hell has a reason for it." Crane said, carrying her out of the office and down the hall towards the main hall where Batman had been. "Hopefully Ashley is still there..."

"Hey! Where you think you two are running off to?" A man said, cutting off the couple. He was flanked by two others, all of them wearing clown masks.

"I recommend you get out of my way." Crane said. The front man chuckled.

"You got some guts for a little guy don'tcha? Listen, I ain't got no orders to kill you, yet. I just got a letter." He said, throwing an envelope which landed on Krysta's lap. She picked it up, taking out the small card inside. Crane looked down at it, a disturbed look taking over his face.

You're cordially invited to the anniversary party of Ashley Fallen and her beloved Joker. Tonight at 8 pm in the top floor of Hotel Belle Monico. Formal attire ladies and gents! It's gonna be an explosion of fun!