The indistinct mumbling of the Arkham's staff irritated the inmate beyond belief. He knew what they were discussing and he desperately wanted to be a part of it; the Asylum was due to have a new intern join its ranks, at the present time, the on-duty guards were taking bets to see how long the fool would last.

"Ten on the sucker getting himself killed on the first day" The overweight guard said to his colleague

"Nah, Marty, I'll give the poor fellow three days." He replied kicking the door of the cell beside him, angering the patient inside.

"You're on Frank!" Marty said grasping Frank's hand "Lets get outta here, the creeps here freak me out"

The patient in the cell smiled. His neighbour would find this very interesting.

"Are you afraid of us Marty?" a voice hissed from the darkness. "You know how much I love your fears." The last word was one of longing for the convict.

"Dr. Crane!" Frank shouted, banging his baton against cell door. "Shut the fuck up! I swear to God, keep your bat shit crazy stuff to your self!"

A burst of terrifying giggles burst out of the patient in the cell. Dr. Crane sighed and began humming a non-existent tune. The giggling from the patient grew louder and louder. It was a psychotic noise with what sounded like no end, he kicked out his legs and began kicking his walls, shaking with paralyzing giggles that were bouncing off the walls of Arkham's most secure unit, with the deadliest psycho's in Gotham.

Frank turned to Marty, his face was deathly pale. No guard in Arkham wanted to mess with the patient in the cell, no one wanted to speak to him and no one in their right mind tired to stop him laughing. Frank looked at the door; he cleared his throat and inched towards it, baton outstretched. He tapped the door lightly, the laughing stopped instantly.

"Now come on, your scaring the other patients" Frank said nervously

"Y...Yeah, stop, please?" Marty added hastily

There was an utter silence, the patient giggled once.

"D'ya hear that Jonnie boy! I'm scaring the other patients!" He cackled, speaking to his neighbour.

"Oooh, and here I was under the impression the blundering bastards that call themselves guards were the ones that were scared of you!" Dr. Crane laughed

The two guards decided that they'd had enough of his teasing and opened the door to the patient's cell. Cautiously they stepped in, hesitating with every step, not knowing what the most feared man in Arkham, in Gotham, was going to do. Very slowly, the patient in question slipped out of his bed, shrouded in darkness, invisible and crept towards the oncoming guards, he could sense their fear, their reluctance to be in the same room with him, he fingered the pocket of his Arkham patient outfit, finding the modified playing card he had stashed there, he slipped the card out, not wanting to make a noise.

"Where is he?" Marty asked nervously, his pungent body odour filling the room quickly.

"For Gods sake Marty! He's in here somewhere! Just grope around." Frank scoffed, a slight nervousness entering his voice.

The patient inched forward again, slowly, slowly, not needing to rush.

He grasped the card in-between his thumb and forefinger and waited for the perfect moment. Marty turned is back on the patient and searched the opposite area of the room, whilst Frank came towards him, blindly unaware of him oncoming fate.

It was over in a flash, forty seven years of life over in less than 6 seconds, but for the patient it lasted a lifetime. He grabbed the front of his guard uniform, put his hand over his mouth to stop him screaming and before he had time to struggle, slit his throat with the metal tipped edge of the card. Marty noticed the disturbance and ran over to help his colleague, before he died the same way as his friend. Marty Jones had time to scream his last two words on this earth.

"NO! JOKER!"

Harro!

well it's been a while since Ive done ANYTHING!

D:

Bet you couldnt figure out who the 'patient' was :D

Next chapter coming up. And Ladies and Gentelmen Miss Harleen Quinzel will be telling her story!

Lx