Credit for all characters in Gotham, as well as, some key plot points go to the writers. My Oc is mine.

WARNING* My Oc character is criminally insane. In other words, she takes pleasure out of hurting people. If you cannot handle this type of content do not read the story.
*Also, I do not in any way condone this type of behavior. Hurting people mentally or physically is not cool.

I hope you enjoy! -Rachael

It was another dreary day in the nuthouse, and here I was sharing my precious time with the nuttiest of the bunch. The guy on my left use to be the CEO of a big boy business until the coppers found out he was forcing his dear employees to fight their way into the company. Mr. Richard Sionis was an evil, evil man. With the help of his legal team, he was merely detained here in Arkham instead of being subjected to Blackgate. But make no mistake, Richy was as insane as the cannibal seated across from me. You see Richy was a narcissistic douchebag. Sadly, that was his only redeeming quality. The rest of him was oh so mundane. Like his stories.

Shoot me now! I almost wish that Greenwood would start raving about some of the girls he killed. At least that had gore in it. Richy's stories about ponies, university and whatever rich people did in their spare time, always make me want to puke. My. Brains. Out.

You'd think the only narcissist here would be more entertaining but nooooooo. He had to be the driest piece of cake I'd ever laid eyes on. hhhmm cake. What I wouldn't give for a piece of angel cake right about now.

I lifted my head from the cold metal table where it had previously been lying to look at my only real source of entertainment in this shit hole, Robert Greenwood. He, of course, had his eyes trained on me like a predator fantasizes about its next taste of juicy meat. God, I loooove this guy.

You see, Greenwood before his time in Arkham asylum killed and ate Twenty-something women. Quite an impressive number. Hmm speaking about eating women, it's time to interrupt the story.

Interrupting Sionis would usually lead to some type of severe retaliation unless the interrupter was me. With a warm smile and a mischievous glint in my eyes, I met Greenwood's stare and asked,"Hey Robby, if you could eat anyone in this room who would it be?"

He seemed to catch my infectious smile, and without skipping a beat, he replied, "You."

Keeping up my amused expression I wondered what it would be like to be his victim. "hmmm…how would you prepare me? Would you simply put some salt and pepper or maybe add some spices?"

"Depends what I'm in the mood for. But I think a girl like you has enough flavor all by yourself."

His words made my smile stretch wider, "Robby you say the nicest things to me."

The previous statement drew the fun to its end. The boring business boy, who had been frowning at the pointless interruption, continued on with his drabble,"As I was saying before that unnecessary interruption; the woman was about 6 inches tall..." and the torture began again.

Honestly, Richard Sionis had started out a fresh, fascinating guy, with entertaining stories. Of course, after a while, the stories molded together. He'd tell the same type of story over and over again. It's the consequence of living in Arkham. You see interesting people come in, they tell their stories, and then they would keep recounting the same damn stories over and over. To see such raw potential in one place, only for it to fizzle out, is truly maddening.

That was the problem with Arkham; even the sane end up mad in this hell hole. Sometimes you need a trick to get out situations that make you wanna rip your skin off your face for kicks. My trick is to focus on one interesting thing.

So I looked around what I'd call the main room of Arkham. This room was for the really long-term patients. It housed a few metal table, the ones that seem to be the same sort I sat on in high school. There were about sixteen crazies in the room today. As I searched for one exciting person to talk to I got more and more discouraged. None of these people were worth my time. No no no. They were boring broken people. I liked my toys clean and presentable. I wanted to play with the bright shiny ones. Until... Well until they weren't shiny anymore. I loved taking a beautiful toy full of hope, and then break it down until their brains turned batty. That was the type I enjoyed messing with. Hell, I could even stomach twisting the broken pieces till they become a new better type of toy.

You couldn't do that with the people here, the majority were boring garbage people. Sadly, the people of Arkham were usually poor people pushed to the edge until their brains turned into oatmeal. I hate oatmeal. I like flavor in my food. Bland, boring oatmeal, not for me.

Everyone in this room booooored me. Mary Madpie was talking to herself in the corner; Jake was not a jackpot in the interesting department, and Lenny was… well, he was Lenny. Arkham needed some new meat. Meat that's seasoned to perfection. Unlucky for me, the only frequent new people that end up in Arkham are the ones with oatmeal for brains. Well...that and…
Guards! Why hadn't I thought of it before! So many new shiny guards come in each week. How easy would it be to take one to play around with? I could have so much fun.

This is perfect. Oh so fucking perfect. All I have to do is find the right one. A guy just waiting to be destroyed. And my oh my, what do I spy over yonder? Is that a toy soldier all for me?

Slipping away from the psycho squad was no problem. While Robby watched every step I took, Richy didn't even stumble over his story.

I glided over to the fence that lined the enclosure. Ran my hands along the cold metal until I reached the part where the guard stood. The man had white skin, dark blond hair, bright blue eyes; in other words, he looked like the sort that shat red, white, and blue. He was separated from me by the fence, but it didn't matter much. My words were my weapon.

I looked at him, acting like this was the first time I noticed him, "Hey." shy to the point.

He didn't reply, instead, he chose to look right past me. New guards were trained not to interact with the inmates at Arkham. Seems like he was a good boy.
I looked down in resignation, "Well... okay then." I took a deep swallow, looked at his shoes and said, "I'll just get out of your way, and let you continue your job in peace."

I let go of the fence, turned away and walked back to the table. I felt my toy's eyes on me as I kept my head low. Once I crossed the room, I slumped into the seat. Richard was still talking, but that didn't stop me from breaking into a smile.

Now that he knows who I am, the next step is to get more time together.

I faced my friend so I could look him in the eyes as I asked him my question: "Hey, Richy... could you do me a little favor?"

At my interruption, Richard stopped his story. Processing the implications of my words, he seemed to straighten his stance, reminded me of a predator about to pounce, "What exactly do you need?"

"You see the guard staring at my back right now." I nodded in the guard's direction and gave Sionis the time he needed to analyze the guy. Once he turned back to face me, I continued, "I'm going to mind fuck him. Bad. And to do that I need him to replace Jon."

His brows furrowed, "The guard that escorts you everywhere?"

"Ya, him."

Richard took his time to think it through,"What do I get in return?

"Whatever the fuck you want Rich. Whatever. The fuck. you. want." If he didn't notice the smirk on my face, he would definitely recognize it in my voice.

Without a moments pause, he replied, "Okay. I'll see what I can do."