This is my first stroy for the Batman fandom so please be kind :) otherwise I love criticism and welcome all reveiws, whether good or bad

My friend and I were talking after watching this movie and he asked me what I thought happened to the Joker after the movie ends. I had to sit and think about it for a moment and finally I said "I think that he was locked away in Arkham Asylum alone as his mind rotted" and that thought spurred this story.

Please note that I do not and will never own the charecters or movie franchise that the following story would take place in.

Arkham Asylum

Prisoner J89L666

Priority: Alpha

Danger: Extreme

Standing in the hallway of an abandoned mental hospital is bad enough on its own but knowing there is one patient who never left only makes the feeling worse.

You can hear him still, locked away singing Its song like a tragic caged bird. Behind the door there It sits, blankly staring out into space as It sings Its tale of woe, of a life so tragic.

It sings and sings, never stopping but to breath and eat. It no longer sleeps, or rather it never has slept in this place. It just sings.

But they aren't songs off the radio or songs from a children's rhyme, no they are songs concocted in the throughs of madness. They sing of death and blood as though they were fond friends. They ring from every corner, bouncing off the walls of the dirt encrusted walls, past the hallways filled with decaying medical equipment, as though a choir of madmen sing along into the night.

But there is no end to this song as it rips into the night like a blade through flesh. The song is as jagged as a cliff, as unpredictable as the creatures mind, as deadly as a snake, as enchanting as a fairy tale. It twists and turns in the night like an acrobat on the trapeze, both as dangerous and mystifying as they enchant those ensnared in their trap. Whether it be a trap for money or a trap for blood it is a trap all the same.

Each word, each breath that comes from the patient is a reminder that until the day that it sleeps, until the day that it dies, there will be no reprieve, there will be no end.