The orderly wheeled the woman in a wheelchair, secured by the strait-jacket which was splattered by blood. Not someone else's of course, just her own. The screaming through the hall was common in Arkham, but the slight woman sat still and calm. A slight smile played on her lips, something that the orderly recognized only the truly insane did.
"Well Miss. Sato we're here," the orderly nodded at the door with the brass plate that stated, "Dr. Joseph Martin- Head Psychiatrist".
The door was pushed open and revealed an older gentleman typing quickly on his computer.
"Dr. Martin? The police just dropped off Miss. Sato."
The doctor acknowledged the comment with a nod, "Very good, wheel her over here. And make sure there are two guards posted outside my doors."
"Of course sir," with that the orderly left.
"So Miss. Sato or Dr. Sato I suppose. Why are we here in Arkham?" the psychiatrist pulled the clipboard off the back of her chair.
He raised his eyebrows at the picture of the woman before her experiments and compared it to woman in front of him. The change was drastic; her skin was pale with veins prominent in her features. Her cheeks were shallow from the loss of weight and most of all her left eye with its bloodied sclera and bluish, white pupil.
Sato replied politely, "Because Joseph, I killed people."
"I'd prefer it if you called me Dr. Martin, Jessica," Dr. Martin replied, as if him using her first name would get her back for calling him Joseph.
"But Joseph, we're both doctors here. Of course one of us studied real science" she sneered.
Dr. Martin didn't think the woman looked old enough to be a doctor at all, with her pixie cut and round face, she looked maybe 24, not 29. He sighed, "Well Jessica, yes you killed people. But that's not enough to get yourself admitted into Arkham. Why did you kill them?"
Jessica gave a curt nod, "Oh of course, I took a class in psychology, you know for an easy credit. I am most likely a clinical psychopath, and throw a bit of narcissistic personality disorder and histrionic personality disorder in there."
"And why are you so sure about this?"
The woman leaned closer with an insane grin and her eyes open wide, "Because Joseph, I self-diagnosed myself when I was 15."
It had been breaking news in the morning, not only had Viral been caught by Batman, but she had created the cure for her pathogen for herself. The cure had been handed out to the civilians via a shot. Anyone that suspected they had symptoms was to report to a clinic offering it. And by the morning everyone was watching the news and sighed a huge sigh of relief when they saw the police picking up the biohazard suited criminal who was tied to a pole.
But the surprise was high that without the gas mask and hood, Viral was nothing more but a young woman with a creepy eye. Blood dripping from her nose, she didn't even bother to struggle with the bonds.
"And here is the infamous Viral as the media nicknamed, the terrorist has been secured by the police. It has been confirmed that Viral also known as Dr. Jessica Sato was a pathobiologist who was well known in her field. Ironically the police had received her help in fighting off her own creation. It is unknown if Viral can be charged with first-degree murder in 18 counts," a newsman babbled loudly over the sound of people screaming at the doctor, the flash of cameras and police telling people to step away from the police tape.
The cameraman moved the view from the newsman to capture the Asian woman who was being fitted with handcuffs. Her white suit was the same one she had worn when she had met with the politicians to discuss a treaty. Splattered with blood with a biohazard symbol on the back in black, it was commonly worn by the CDC, minus the blood. She appeared to be screaming at the police to unhand her.
The camera turned back to newsman, "We can be incredibly grateful for Batman today for stopping the onset of a total biological attack that could've become an epidemic in the country. But should we trust Batman to help Gotham? Or is he the one creating these masked villains?"
"So you feel as if by infecting others with your disease, you are receiving the attention you desire? But you wore a mask?" Doctor Martin asked, the meeting appeared to going nowhere.
Jessica shrugged, "The mask was necessary, I did not want to contaminate anything. Also it gave me the feeling of being unknown, someone other than the mild mannered Dr. Sato. I became Viral, the terrorist."
Dr. Martin decided to test something, "Despite what you did, no one will remember you in a few years, and you're attacks will become minor compared to the epidemics like swine flu. People will remeber the disease not you! How can you live up to being a villain of Gotham if you're overshadowed by someone who created mass panic, like the Joker."
The woman shook her head, "I see what you did there Joseph. Tell me, what scares people the most? Oh most people will say spiders, snakes, humans. But you can kill those things. People never think of a simple disease until it happens. Think of the anthrax attacks, botulism, and like you said Swine Flu. People starting panicking in masses, they rush to the clinics if they get a headache."
"I wanted to be famous, and why not use the very things that I love. And I do love them. I've studied them since I was a child. It started with the common cold, and how it mutated so quickly. If I could get money, fame, and maybe even a movie about my terror in the future, why not do it if I can?" she went on.
"So maybe the Joker was more memorable, hell the guy influenced me to come out of my shell," Jessica grimaced, "Do you know hard it is being a psychopath in the normal world? Smile like everyone else, work like everyone else, act like everyone else. You see Joseph those were the days I really wore a mask, now I only wear my true face."
She gave Dr. Martin a charming smile, "I don't regret it Joseph. As long as I go down in history."
Dr. Martin could only think why did he always have to work with the crazies, "I think we've made good progress today Jessica. Due to budget cuts we are unable to give each criminal in Arkham their own private one on one with the psychiatrist here, so we've gone into group therapy." Since it had come out the high-up psychiatrist Jonathon Crane went mad and had become Scarecrow, a man obsessed with fear and charged with experimenting on patients at the asylum, much funding was cut out of rehabilitating the criminals. Especially the crazies that were beyond saving, but the therapy was required by law.
"I'm going to put you in group 9, newly created, with people similar to your symptoms and crimes," Dr. Martin nodded and was about to call the orderly back to take her back to her cell.
Jessica interrupted him, "Let me guess Joker and you're very own Dr. Crane?"
Dr. Martin was not surprised that she had guessed. How many people in Arkham disguised themselves and ran the city into a panic? How many other criminals created insanely difficult plans simply because it amused themselves in ways what normal people thought were insane?
"I cannot disclose that information. However I will tell you there is no way to escape Arkham Miss. Sato, even if you were to plan something with other inmates."
Jessica wiggled the wheelchair closer to his desk, "You don't understand anything I've just told you Joseph, you can't keep a virus under lock and key." Her knees hit the desk as she whispered, "It'll always squirm its way out."
With that the young woman started coughing blood onto Dr. Martin and his desk violently.
A/N: So this story involves my OC, a villian I created. I made her a woman and Asian because I find that most women who are villians in batman are very sexual and such. And most villians are white. So I just mixed up stuff. Anyway please enjoy and leave a review if you kindly... that means you must now :) Also I only own my OC the rest is not mine.
sclera: the whites of your eye