The Joker is imprisoned and needs to find a way out. Takes place after the movie ends.
Chapter one: The new girl (Elle's Perspective)
Elle locked her car and continued up towards the big building in front of her. This would be the first day of her new job, she was not really ready for it though, or not especially motivated, but it was a bigger job and a bigger job meant bigger pay checks. She walked in a slow pace and watched as stressed people rushed passed her, apologizing if they by accident bumped into her. She stopped right before the big entrance and examined the oversized door; a big ornament eagle sat just above the door, holding a banderol with the text protects guards and inspects. She snarled at the lines, all those words meant practically the same lowered her gaze and continued into the building. The first thing that struck her was the huge hall with people in uniforms; both cop uniform, some men wore tailored black suits but one guy wore a purple suit. The man in the purple suit caught her attention and lowered his head but kept his eyes focused on her, making him look fierce. She didn't know if she would smile or run, but instead of thinking about a choice she lowered her gaze down on his hands; she noticed that he was cuffed and an officer standing beside him held him by a leash. She knew that he must be the man every newspaper had been writing about, who had blown up Gotham General and murdered over a hundred people, some of them cops. Quickly she removed her gaze from him and started searched the room for an information desk. A narrow black desk in the far corner of the hall had a sign over it that clearly stated that it was the information desk and with a few long steps she had placed herself in front of it. A small lady sat behind the desk glaring at her as she approached. Elle took up a small paper from her purse and placed it on the desk; she opened her lips to talk but the woman, who apparently was called Monica, put a finger over her mouth and pointed at her ear to indicate that she was on the phone. A flare of irritation shimmered in her eyes and Elle quickly withdrew the paper.
"Sorry hun, gotta go, I'll talk to you later"
The woman hung up and leaned over the desk, revealing that she wore a bra that was about two sizes large for her. Elle put up that paper again.
"I'm supposed to meet with Mr. James Gordon"
The woman tilted her head as to wait for her to continue.
"It's my first day"
Monica was still staring at her. Does she want my life story?
"Lady, can you please let him know that I'm here or can you at least show me where I can find him?"
She pointed to the elevator and with a low musty voice said:
"Highest floor, that's his floor, just ask his secretary"
Elle snarled and turned around, her reddish hair flowing over her shoulders as she quickly walked towards the elevator. She noticed that the purple suit man was still watching her and turned her head to meet his gaze, but when she did it was gone. She frowned and pushed the call button on the elevator, a low rumble rose from the gears as it got closer. The broad door opened and stream of people rushed out of it; she squeezed herself along the wall, trying not to be crushed under the large amount of rushing people. After two minutes of flooding she could finally step into the elevator. Three people were left, one old man, one dark haired man in his 30ies and a small woman. She placed herself before the dark haired and pushed the top floor button; the elevator started to move up in a slow pace, grinding its gears doing so. Elle lifted her head and observed as the numbers above the door changed; from entry floor to floor 5 to floor 10 and such. The elevator stopped at the 13th floor and the woman stepped off and Elle placed herself beside the young man. He smiled at her and revealed a broad set of teeth's, all white as the snow on the tops of the mountains. She met his smile and noticed that his hand was reaching out to her.
"Hello, are you new around here?"
She nodded.
"Yes, starting today actually"
He continued to smile.
"I'm Bruce, Bruce Wayne"
Bruce Wayne?! The famous billionaire?
"I'm Elle Carlton, nice to meet you"
He nodded in approval, leaving an awkward feeling hanging in the room.
"Oh here's my floor"
The door opened and he pulled the older man out with him. She smiled at the ridiculous sight and leaned against the railing in the back of the elevator. A few floors passed until the elevator finally stopped at the highest floor. The room that met her was different from the entrance room; white paint covered the walls and ceiling and white oak covered the floors. A large Afro-American woman sat behind a white polished counter and smiled at her.
"You must be Elle!"
She nodded and smiled.
"He's been waiting for you, a bit late aren't ya?"
She nodded again and the corners of her mouth lowered.
"Well that's alright, we should be happy to have you aboard!"
The woman pointed at a hallway leading to the left and down a long corridor.
"Just follow that direction and you will notice which door you should enter"
Elle nodded and walked towards the hallway the woman had pointed at. The white walls were covered with diplomas and abstract paintings, all of them in a red color scale. She gazed ahead and noticed a large black door with a sign beside it, "CEO James Gordon". She sped up and placed herself outside of the door and took a deep breath. She didn't think that she was going to be nervous but she couldn't help it. She put her hand on the doorknob and felt its smooth surface before entering. A large desk was placed in the middle of the dark brown room; a fireplace in the far right corner of the room had a big fire burning inside of it, casting long shadows into the room. Her eyes wandered back to the desk and the huge black leather chair behind of it. The back was facing her but she could easily see an arm elbow leaning at its armrest.
"Hello? Mr Gordon, sir?"
The chair turned around and a smiling man met her gaze.
"Oh hello"
She noticed a book in his hand, which he put up on the table.
"I'm sorry, was reading a little bit"
He jumped out of the chair and walked up to her.
"James Gordon"
He shook her hand and smiled.
"Elle Carlton"
He nodded and put a hand around her back and then led her towards the desk. She sat down and he leaned against the table.
"You must be confused right? I haven't given you any information about your job"
She shook her head.
"No not really, I'm used to people withholding information from me; after all I am a psychiatrist"
He laughed.
"I'm sure some people do that"
He moved closer and his expression became more serious.
"I've called you here because you are said to be the best in your field of expertise, is that correct I must ask you?"
She nodded.
"I guess people put me as the best, but really, the thing I do is that I learn things from other teacher's then just book and old shrinks"
The man smiled.
"Good, for I have a special case for you, do you know this man?"
He tossed a newspaper before her and the first picture that met her was the purple suited man she had seen earlier.
"This man is The Joker, I know that you might not have heard about him since you moved here just a couple of days ago, but anyway, he is the largest psych case I have ever seen"
She could sense where this was going.
"So you want me to help him?"
His expression went blank.
"Can you do that? Cure him or whatever you guys do?"
She frowned; people always thought that psychology was about curing sick people, murderers, rapists and any sicko the world could throw at you.
"I can do much, but I can't cure a sick man"
"Then you're not the best"
She laughed at the statement.
"You do not cure sick people; every psychiatrist knows that, a sick man can't be cured! He will always be sick, you can hide it from the world, you can bury it in the depths of his mind but he will always be sick and have the scars of his sickness!"
James was quiet for a minute and then reached behind his desk; the sound of opening a drawer filled the room and he sat up with a small key in his palm.
"Take this, go to the 15th floor and set up your office"
She nodded and reached out her hand to take the key; he closed his palm and his eyes.
"You better be damn good"
He gave her the key and she hurried out of the room, hoping that she had not offended him, or caused him to want to fire her, after all it was her first day.