This includes aspects from all the different versions of Batman, but MAINLY centered around the Dark Knight era. I love that version of the Joker so much~ Love for Heath Ledger!!
Anywhoozit, based of a rp with my Joker. I don't own anything except the ideas.
The heavy steel doors were the first thing she noticed. They had intricate details carved into them, thick handles with rusted edges and were at least three inches thick. But what interested her more was the walls that spread out from the doors, and the people who were locked inside them. She glanced from side to side, able to see the water from where she stood. Arkham Asylum was placed on an island just outside of Gotham, and it had taken her three days to drive from Brooklyn to this miserable city. This was her...ticket to fame, she hoped.
Finally, after she grew tired of the staring, she decided it was time to enter. This process was interestingly intricate in itself. She showed her pass to the guard standing out front, and he gave the signal to a man sitting up in the watch tower. She watched closely as he radioed down to another man who was behind the door, who then proceeded to press the button to open the heavy, steel doors. She thanked the man closest to her and continued her exploration of her new workplace.
The hallways went on for miles, it seemed, and there were at least five floors to the building, each one with varying degrees of patients. The first floor was mainly minor patients, a lot of whom admitted themselves after "discovering they had a problem". Dr. Harleen Quinzel wasn't interested in these cases. No, she was here for the more...high end cases. She had always been drawn toward...extreme personalities, after all.
After wandering for a little longer, she found the person she was looking for standing outside the directors office. "Bruce Wayne, correct?"
He looked up, seeming slightly shocked at the sudden voice. Geez, was she that sneaky? She smiled warmly to herself as he returned the greeting, "Ah, Miss Quinzel, I've heard a lot about you."
Another smile, this one was a little more forced. Remember, She kept telling herself, Act professional. "Oh, please, call me Harley." She said with a happy giggle, turning her head over towards one of the cells, "Everyone does."
"Alright, Miss Harley." He said, glancing down at the clipboard in his hands, "Well, at the moment it seems like you are not assigned to a patient. Would you like to take a look around and meet one?"
"Ah, yes, thank you." And so, they started up the stairs to the fourth floor. It was filled with people whom she had seen before, but never up close. Only in newspaper ads and on the evening news. Poison Ivy, Pamela Isley. Scarecrow, Jonathon Crane. Two-Face, Harvey Dent. None of them truly interested her.
Then, she saw him. Well, actually at first, she heard him whistling a soft, happy tune to himself. She took a few more steps until she was standing in front of the steel door with a small, barred window peeking in. And there he was, with his green hair and never ending smile. The Joker. No one knew his true identity. Maybe, just maybe, she would be the one to find out.
"Has anyone been assigned to him?"
Bruce turned slightly pale, looking the frail girl over and then glancing at the cell. "W-Well no, but...are you sure you want him for a patient? He's rather different than most..."
She turned her attention back and saw piercing eyes looking at her. Straight at her. "Yes, I'm sure."
"A-Alright..." He stuttered again, writing the information down quickly, "Then, there you go. We'll set up your first appointment for tommorrow."
Oh, this would be interesting.
Little did she know, he was thinking the same thing.