Chapter 1:
*Queen's POV*
Arkham Asylum has a new face arrived. And that face belongs to me. My green eyes look at the familiar structure in Gotham City as I take a deep breath. I'm starting to work today here and I hope things go well.
Sure there are weird looks toward to the short female wearing black scrubs with white running shoes. Ebony black hair pulled back into a braided bun and ultra pale skin. The Arkham ID shows everyone that I work here now.
"Oh good morning Ember!" one of the doctors greeted me with a smile. "You're here early."
"I want to make a good impression," I replied with a smile. "And morning to you too Dr. Maxwell."
"Alright here's the list of all inmates," he says, giving me a clipboard. "Your job is to interact with them take notes of their behavior, and report everything to the physiologists."
"Okay," I said, going through the papers.
"Also your hours here are eight am to five pm with a half an hour lunch at twelve."
"Alright sounds good," I smiled.
"Also if anything happens, we have cameras around to watch everything." Then he looks at me with concern. "You sure about getting close to them?"
"I'm sure," I chuckled. "Besides I like a good challenge."
"Alright Ember," Dr. Maxwell smiles softly.
Once my back faces him a smirk appears on my face secretly. 'Such a loser,' I thought to myself still smirking. "Okay," I speak up, looking through the list. "My first inmate is…...Oh! The Mad Hatter!"
I walk up to his cell to see him enjoying himself a tea party.
"Number 20352 aka the Mad Hatter," I announced, entering in with my ID.
"My, aren't you a cute one," he grins, seeing me. "Would you like to join my tea party?"
"As a matter of fact, I would love to," I smiled big.
The Mad Hatter offers the chair across from him. We exchange in a friendly conversation. He didn't mind me to take notes on his daily behavior.
"I hate to cut this short, but my time with you has ended," I said, standing up.
"Will I see you again?" he asked, walking me to the door.
"Tomorrow I'll return….oh! A little fruit for thought," I whispered to him, making sure that the camera won't catch this next part. "Make sure that my sister isn't causing any trouble," I whispered to him as he leans in closer to me, "if so call for me," I give him my card with a smirk.
"Will do," the Mad Hatter smirks once he saw the card.
Throughout the day, the villains appear to like my company more so than the doctors here at the asylum. Which I don't mind because I am wanting to be with them then the so called 'superheros'.
My last imate for the day is the famous Joker. My smirk appears on my face. I have a few words to say to him.
"Number 30125, the famous Joker," I announced, entering his cell with my ID.
"You're my new doctor?" the Joker questioned, staring at me with his intense eyes.
"Oh no, I'm just someone helping out with the doctors. May I sit here?" i pointed down a spot on the floor across from the bed.
He didn't say a word just smirk.
"Very well," I smirked, accepting the challenge. My back leans against the wall as I sit with my legs spread out together to him. "You don't seem tooo happy here," I giggled a little. "Why not smile?"
"That was kind of….pretty," he says after a few moments.
"I'm sorry, but what is kind of pretty?"
"That giggle of yours," The Joker replies to my question, his smirk grow more. "It's rather pretty."
I smirk to him more. "I bet you say that to all of the girls," one of my feet points to him. "Especially Harley Quinn."
His smirk disappears and he grew serious, almost emotionless.
"Look," I sighed. "I only have barely enough time to tell you that you deserve better."
"Oh?" That caught his attention. "Who do I deserve?"
"Someone who doesn't become crazy for you," my eyebrows frown above my widen eyes as my lips curl up into a naughty grin, "someone who was born crazy," I end it with a dark chuckle.
The Joker's whole face light up surprised seeing my true form.
"Well our time is up for the day," I stood up from the floor speaking calmly, which made him confused. "We can have more time tomorrow." I make my card appear out of nowhere in between my fingers. "Until then, if you're interested here's my card."
The Joker stares at the card for a moment before taking it. I can feel his eyes stare at my actions before returning to the card. Staring back at him is the playing card, the Queen of Clubs.
