Tales from Arkham

Summary: A new doctor has been introduced to Arkham. Problem: She's just as insane as the inmates. Slight Crane/OC, nothing more. Don't own Batman or any of it's characters. Just my OC, Gayle, and her pet alligator, sparkles. This is sort of set up as one shots and stuff, some completely random and others connected.

Day 1

A new doctor was coming. Everyone knew. Supposedly, she was being transfered to Arkham from another city. And supposedly, she was supposed to be there in time for the group session scheduled for that morning. Dr. Lealand stared at the clock, biting her lower lip as it read eight fifty-five. Another five minutes and the session would start. And she was not here yet...

"GANGWAY!"

The shout ripped down the hall like a knife, causing the psychiatrist to poke her head out the door. Shoes slammed against the tiles as the lithe doctor sped up, hurdling over two orderlies that had braced for impact. "Stupid watch! Always two days late!" She shouted, skidding into the room just as the Joker crossed his arms and yelled "Safe!". Unfortunately, as she tried to stop, she hit the leg of an empty chair and was sent flying...

Right into Scarecrow, followed by a loud CRASH as the two were tangled together on the floor.

Everyone stared at a rather red faced Professor Crane, who was too shocked to even say anything as the new doctor untangled herself from him and the chair he had been sitting in a few moments ago. She groaned lightly in his ear, gently pushing herself up just enough that their faces were mere centimeters from each other. "Hello handsome." She muttered, hazel green eyes half lidded behind light brown rectangular frames and a lopsided grin on her lips. Jonathan Crane's face burned a shade of red even darker than his own hair as she sat up, shaking her head as she blinked several times. "Ow, I think I hit my head." She winced, rubbing her forehead as she looked around. "Where am I?"

"You're in one of session rooms, Dr. Gayle." Dr. Lealand answered, picking up the chair that the young looking doctor had tripped on. "I'm Dr. Lealand."

"Ah, yes. I apologize for being nearly late on my first day. Gotham has terrible traffic." Dr. Gayle shook her head, smirking down at the inmate she was still sitting on. "But it has some pretty cute men."

Dr. Gayle was surprisingly quiet as the session began. Her eyes were often trained on the pad of paper and pencil in hand, long mousy brown hair falling into her face only to be pushed back behind her ears. "So what about you Gayle?" She looked up at the blonde's question, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Excuse me?"

"Didn't ya hear me the first time?" Harley asked, tilting her head slightly as the new arrival shook her head. "I asked ya where you're from." Gayle blinked, as if she was confused by the question. "I thought you would all know by now."

"Meh, we like a surprise every once in a while." The blonde replied, smiling a little when the doctor chuckled. "Richmond, North Carolina. I don't have any family so there's really no reason to go back." She smirked, looking at the door out of the corner of her eye. "Except for maybe an old friend or two." She smiled rather eeriely, her voice hollow of happiness as she laughed. "Yes, no reason to go back at all."

Dr. Lealand had read over her file before. Family had died in a fire several years before, leaving the young woman a vast fortune and an old house behind. What disturbed her was that the file also said that she had a pet alligator named Sparkles. Which she liked to bring to work occasionally.

"IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME!"

She was going to have to talk to her about that later.

Dr. Gayle sighed and slapped her hand over her eyes, the large green reptile with a blue collar around it's thick neck chewing on a scrap of blue cloth not too far away. "This is why I have a sign that says 'Do not enter'!"

I have no idea why I'm writing this. I hope you enjoyed my ever so terrible attempt to write comedy.