Few things I'd like to say real quick. This is my first multi-chapter story ever so I invite critiques, but please be gentle. I also have a really hard time staying motivated so I'd really appreciate some verbal motivation. Last but not least, this story will not have a mushy OOC Joker, but he won't be a soulless sadist either. Enjoy! :)
Prologue
My slippers whispered against smooth linoleum as I shuffled down the dim hallways of Arkham Asylum. My hands were cuffed in front of me and I was led forward by a massive guard holding a chain. The guard was silent, but often turned his head to glance at me nervously. He was probably expecting an outburst of some sort. I felt sorry for the man; having to deal with psychos all day must be exhausting.
I glanced at the patient's cells as we passed and saw that each cell only contained one person, obviously for safety reasons. I noticed something else as well. Clearing my throat, I spoke up for the first time since I had arrived at the Asylum, "Excuse me," the guard tensed, "where are all the women?"
He relaxed immediately and gave me a small smile, "There are different levels of this facility miss. We keep the female patients on the second floor away from the men." He chuckled softly, "Wouldn't want them mixing and having crazy babies, eh?"
I acknowledged his logic with a nod, but when he turned back towards the hallway I looked down at my stomach.
His superiors must not have informed him that I'm pregnant.