Authors note: Hello, this is my new story, it's not a romance, it's a thriller,suspence and action story. It will be set in third person point of view but often will change to The Jokers, Batmans and the main characters, still in third person thought. It will only be a short story, probably with about eight or nine chapters. It's not a yaoi either to anyone who is probably thinking 'ooh yay The Joker and Batman!' it's just an idea I got whilst brain storming. Reviews would be great, this is my first none romance story, so I dont know how good it will be. Hope you like it though!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from DC UNIVERSE.

Seven Deadly Sins Of Gotham

Full Summary

Gotham City is full of sinners. So when the news station begins receiving threatening letters which they broadcast, the public soon begin to realize no one is safe. People are dropping dead, one deadly sin at a time and the Batman is powerless to stop it. But soon he will realize he too is on the culprets list of sinners. But to stop this killer he will have to turn to the last man he ever thought he would need help from, the one man who is not only immune from these killings but who also knows the true identity of... The Reaper.

Prologue

Mid summer, Gotham City, night time. All is quiet except for the occasional rumble of a truck or car. An odd drunk would pass singing in intoxication to themselves as they went on their way to wherever they called home. The hour was late and the moon was full and high in the black sky, this odd peacefulness that had befallen would not linger. The night brought out Gotham's worst criminals and thugs but that is when he would come too.

Gotham's knight, their Dark Knight. The watchful protector who even at this very moment was sweeping the city for sign of wrong doing and crime. But this night brought an air of uneasiness for the vigilante, he couldn't place it or mark the feeling. He only knew that within the pit of his stomach, something was churning, a great sense of uneasiness and rising anxiety and it was growing, getting closer...

An odd urge to look down from the building he was perched on like an ugly gargoyle keeping watch over the city,always with an eye open on everything, nothing could slip by. Trusting his instinct the Batman did look down and then there it was again, that pang of uneasiness and dread. Nothing was out of the ordinary on that street he coveted, all except one thing.

Trundling along that street was a large steel van, on both signs it bore the insignia of Metropolis and beneath it read " Metropolis Penitentiary"

The Batman - beneath the cowl - raised an eyebrow in curiosity. A transfer to Arkham from Metropolis? How odd.

His gut twisted again, maybe this was something but maybe it was not. He would soon find out.

A cold gust of wind swept past him buffing his face,hard as ice. His eyes watered slightly blurring the Dark Knights vision, when it cleared the Batman watched the van. Watched it continue along its way to the most dangerous place in all of Gotham. The place which contained the freaks and oddities and the thing his nightmares each night encircled.

The very place; Arkham Asylum.

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Arkham Asylum was like a black hole, all of Gotham seemed revolved around this one being; because that's what it is you know. Arkham was a being, a break in the civilized and enriched communities where its higher class of people would banish those they deemed unacceptable, they were self-righteous, only believing in what they saw fit and normal.

Anything that escaped this barrier and didn't cut it for the people of Gotham they sent to Arkham. You see, Gotham's laws were half false and half crazy. Written by self-righteous and narrow minded people. To get rid of it's problems they would send them to Arkham, purely so those fancy lawyers could escape the trouble of going through the legal proceedings of a court case. It was just easier for everyone if they could send them to a place where no one could see them. And so these so called ' mentally unstable ' oddities would be sucked into the never ending hole of Arkham, never to emerge again until they crawled their way on broken limps up the ever breaking rope ladder of crime and thrust themselves out into the world as either low class nobodies who no one notices or gives a damn about or as one of the insane super glamorous criminals whose stories would be told even to the most frightening of people and they would give a quiver of fear and know that nowhere in Gotham was safe, even the Batman fought with all his might to erase. But insanity cannot be erased nor can it be covered up... For long anyway.

The Batman did find out what that Metropolis van was doing in Gotham. His assumption was right, a transfer to Arkham.

He watched from the shadows as the new 'Patient' was dragged from the van cuffed securely and led inside.

A young woman, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled.

She bore a tired and uncaring persona about her face, dark circles marked her eyes making the striking greenness of them stand out, like cats eyes through the blackness of the night.

This woman was one such example of freaks that even Metropolis wanted to forget, erase from their records, to keep such a crazy would be like a stain that would never come out, so instead pass it on to someone else, pass this woman on to Arkham. Now she - as so many others before her - would be sucked into the black hole.

It's almost funny really, more people go in Arkham than ever come out. Even some of it's staff take a certain liking - shall we say - to the place and half the time commit and hand select a nice little padded cell of their own.

Arkham Asylum was now like a holiday home for such recluses and crazies, a get away from the strain of high flying civilized life that was sorted into ranks and classes, if they couldn't make it, then they would simple shrivel away to Arkham. It had been done before, now, and will be done again.

A never ending cycle that would go on until one day a fat old genius wakes up from his lumpy bed beside his prudent wife and declares he has the cure. The name for said cycle is Insanity.

Let's see you break a cycle with a vice grip such as this one.

Because you know, were all insane really. Someone people - such as upper-class men and women - are better at covering it up then others. Or are they? It just takes a single enigma to see it.

Seeing that this was not an anomalie as his instinct told him, the Batman turns and retreats, disappearing with a deep swish of the long leather cape that did so trail behind him. On this particular occasional, he was wrong and his sharp instinct was so right.

But the eye did not linger for long enough to see that this, the young woman, would become the strangest and most frightening anomalie Gotham would come to fear for a long time.

People are ignorant though and often blind to what is right in front of their face, the Batman is of no exception.

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Perhaps your wondering what has become of the young woman that has just been transferred to Arkham?

The young woman is waiting still tightly bound, burly guards standing at either side of her in the main lobby. The receptionist is currently processing her files from the old and very slow computer. They print out, Doctor Leeland pupils dilate as she eagerly awaits what she thinks will be a large file which will be studied all about her new patients. But she is wrong, two pages print out and then the printer beeps to indicate it is finished.

Her eyes fall to the papers in disappointment, " is this all they have on my patient?" there is a slight snappy edge of irritation in her voice.

The receptionist nods dismissivly, he could not care in the slightest, just another crazy to him.

Dr. Leeland sighs and picks up the papers muttering a thanks to the receptionist as she walks from the room, the guards dragging the patient behind her in quick haste.

The patient, or Patient thirty-four as we will now call her, stares with mild wonder at her new doctor. Her doctor was pretty, with short raven black hair and big glasses dressed modestly as would be expected of a doctor her age. She looked around twenty-nine, Patient thirty-fours guess was actually perfectly correct.

The doctor lead them to her office and then dismissed the security guards who shot her a sympathetic look which clearly was saying that they were glad they weren't in her shoes.

Never the less, Doctor Leeland sat behind her desk and motions for the cuffed patient to sit across from her. Patient thirty-four complies wordlessly.

" My name is Doctor Leeland, and I will be your new doctor, is that ok?" she says slowly unsure if the patient is stable enough to answer.

" Doctor, they haven't put enough of those nasty drugs in me that I cant understand a word your saying" she is excellently spoken and her words flow clearly which surprises the doctor to no avail.

Patient thirty-four chuckles when her doctors eyes widen in surprise, " I know, not the drooling whack-job you expected, right?"

nods slightly, her brown eyes fall to scan the short and brief files, she noticies that they don't give much information about her patient,other than why she was in a penitentiary to begin with and why she was transferred here, although she guessed they has missed vital parts out fore not much adds up.

" These files don't say much about you personally, so lets start with a few basics, what's your name?" asked politely.

"whatever you want it to be" she quips

The doctor frowns and says " I cant exactly refer to you as Patient thirty-four now can I?"

"On my uniform that your going to give me after the routine briefing which will come after you tire of trying to get a few personal details from me will no doubt say my number, which is what you have just told me. So I think it's safe to say the nice people here at my new home want you to call me Patient thirty-four " Patient thirty-four stated.

felt a twinge of frustration, of course she would get the cocky patient as usual, that no one else would want. The young doctor pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose slightly and said in a calm voice " fine if that's how your going to be, Patient thirty-four it is,"

And then much to her annoyance, " time for the briefing..."

A smirk played on Patient thirty-four's lips, her eyes glinting with amusement.

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When the dreadfully dull briefing was over, the kind doctor issued Patient thirty-four with her uniform and led her to the cell she would be occupying.

The cells of Arkham were very old fashioned, heavy thick steel doors with a small window on them, no glass just three bars, within the cells was a small bed chained to the wall, toilet, sink and a shelf filled with books that had soft paper on them so no patient could harm themselves or anyone else. The only thing modern - in fact - was the lock to the cells, they were opened with a unique card which only the doctor of that patient in the cell had.

Patient thirty-four watched when opened the cell door with her card and led the young woman inside. " This will be your cell for now" she stated before turning and leaving abruptly.

" Oh and by the way," Patient thirty-four heard the doctor say through the bars on the door.

" across from you, is another patient, don't talk to him and if he tries to make conversation ignore him, he is highly dangerous and insane" she explained

Patient thirty-four plucked a book off the shelf and read the blurb on the back, she replied plainly without looking up " aren't we all doctor?"

Without a word, walked away but her patient did not miss the frightened shudder the doctor gave as she left. Patient thirty-four knew she intimidated the doctor which she liked very much.

Patient thirty-four eyed the book before tossing it to the ground, she remarked to herself " it's no wonder people go crazy...crazier, with the books they have in here. Alice in wonderland? Ha! No one in here can relate at all"

" Well...well...well, a new inmate" a voice chimed.

Patient thirty-four looked up from the book she had begun to read in interest, discarding the book she wandered over to the cell door. Looking through it she saw a dark face in the cell across from her. But she couldn't make out the face, the cells were only dimly lit after all.

" what's your name, newbie? " the other patient asked

" says i've got to ignore you, apparently your dangerous and insane" Patient thirty-four replied

" That's exactly why were here in these lovely accommodation. Besides aren't we all?" the other patient said

" that's just what I told her. My names Patient thirty-four, pretty, huh?" she told the person across from her, occupying the other cell.

" Very pretty"

" What's your name?" she asked

The young woman heard a faint chuckle before the reply came, " Patient J "