By Darkvampire900
(Narrator: Bruce Wayne)
"In the city of Gotham not everything is what it seems, villains jump out from the night, lunging and feeding on the souls of the innocence, just like the one who killed my parents… twenty years ago, I managed to stop him… an insane villain by the name of the Joker. Later I met a boy who's parents were also murdered by a man known as Two Face, a man who used to be my friend, the boy and myself joined forces in fighting crime and we were known as Batman and Robin. Later the granddaughter of my kind butler Alfred also joined us, her adoptive father being Gordon, a man I trust and her biological grandfather being the man who raised me as a child, I greatly accepted her into our team as Batgirl… unfortunately for me I will soon realize that the Joker's terror didn't end with his death. Who Am I? I am just an ordinary rich boy who experienced a traumatic event… by day I am Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire, by night I am the one criminals fear… I am the Batman"
Arkham Asylum… Gotham City, 1985
Doctor Harlene Quinzelle, a psychiatrist in her early thirties sits at a desk in the asylum and places her glasses on. Her assignment today was to interview some of the mental patients in the hospital. She grabbed her notebook and pen and walked down the hallways to meet Arnold Wesker, one of the asylum's most advanced cases. According to files Wesker was robbing a bank using a wooden dummy he refers to as Scarface. When interviewed Wesker claimed the puppet was the one controlling him, a classic case of multiple personality disorder, although this was by far one of the worst cases she has ever hear of, she was much more interested in interviewing the mind of the man who was running around the city dressed as a bat or that clown that has been threatening to destroy the world. As she approached Wesker's cell she saw a weak looking old man sitting in a corner, afraid. The look on his face was frightening and he whispered to himself as if talking to someone who wasn't here.
Harlene walked into the cell with a guard right outside. She pulled out her pen and paper and looked at Wesker, he didn't seem to notice her sitting across from him; she offered her hand to be shaken, when it did not happen she spoke up and introduced herself. "I am Doctor Harlene Quinzelle, I'm a psychiatrist and I am interested in studying the mind of the inhabitants of Arkham" she said. Wesker raised his head looking at her under dark eyes. "He is trying to hurt you… He wants to kill you! I heard him in my head… they took him away but he is still there" he said and his eyes fell to the ground blankly. "Arnold, who is trying to kill me?" she asked casually she was not trying to show fear. His head rose darkly and his voice suddenly changed. "Arnold ain't here now toots! I suggest ya leave!" he said. "Arnold, I am not going anywhere," she said with the pen and paper. "THE NAME IS SCARFACE!" he shouted and jumped onto her trying to strangle her. The officer ran in and pulled him off Harlene quickly removing her from his cell. Not too long after Harlene was done rubbing her throat did she see a small gas mask drop from the ceiling, it had a note on it telling her to put it on, she did as it instructed and soon after a ball fell into the room, as the prison filled with green death gas. The officer fell silent and Wesker ran to the window breathing the cold city air instead of the toxin. Then the figure of a clown emerged.
Harlene breathed heavily within her mask. This wasn't just any clown; this was the one in all the papers. This was the Joker. He laughed as he approached her with his large smile and his green hair. There was something about this man, which Harlene found both frightening and sexy as she bit her lip. "Miss Quinzelle, I have come to collect such a fine woman as yourself as my own" he said and approached her. "Mister Joker… are you seducing me?" she asked and her curiosity for the mind took over as she took out her paper and pen again. The Joker snatched the paper immediately and flipped through it quickly. He began to mutter to himself "Killer, Killer, Druggie, Suicidal Killer, Alternate Identities… yadda yadda yadda crap" he said and just threw all the papers on the ground. Harlene's jaw dropped and she quickly bent down to pick up all the papers. Joker tripped her and her mask fell off. She held her breath, eyes filling with tears. "Come with me my beauty and you shall have your life" he said and smiled. Harlene's mind had been acting strange lately due to the hard work she had been doing and she smiled and got up, pulling the hair bands in her hair that were keeping it in a bun out and using them to make pigtails. She smiled, "Why I'd love to Mister Joker" she said and then she passed out, while Joker carried her out of the gas filled room. Wesker remained by the window until the police cleared the hospital out. Scarface was screaming at him in his head for not doing anything about it, he knew he could not have done anything about the situation but his boss did not seem to understand.
To Be Continued until next Chapter
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