Hey! Sailor Sutty here! I am currently working on the next chapter of "His day in Court" so if any of you are reading that, don't worry I haven't forgotten. I thought about this idea when I was in work but I couldn't write it down or work on it because I was in College too, but I eventually managed to get it down. I haven't wrote anything like this before so I hope you guys like it, and if you do please review because I would love to know what you think and that will encourage me to continue with this. So yea hope you like it! =D See you next chapter!

-Sailor

"Circe, Gordon wants to see you" snuffed Mr. Harper as he walked by my desk, deliberately knocking over my high stack of paper work that sat on it. He never liked me, and I never liked him. I always thought it was because I was so much better at his job than he was, and I had only been here a few months. I got up from my desk and walked the two minute journey to Gordon's office. He probably was just going to give me more paperwork to do. That was basically all I did. But I didn't mind, it was a job that paid well and that was all I needed to pay my college fees. But what came next, when I walked into his office, really shocked me.

"Circe hello" said Gordon closing the drawer of his filing cabinet.

"Mr. Gordon, you wanted to see me." I said closing the door behind me.

"Yes, you've been here a while now and you seem a very good worker from what I can tell. You do all your work and keep it up to date and you keep your head down which I like."

"Well thank you sir"

"So that's why I'm promoting you…" he said half grinning.

I was very wary of his half grin, it didn't seem that big of a deal but I wanted to hear him out.

"To what?" I inquired.

"Well…I need someone to do some undercover work for me…"

"O…? Outdoorsy?" I joked.

"Em…not so much…" said Gordon rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ok…then where is it?" I said trying not to sound cheeky.

"Em…Arkham…" he said scrunching up his face, hating even mentioning the word.

"What? The insane asylum!" I exploded.

"Yes, but hear me out! I need you to go undercover as a patient…you'll get treated the same as every other patient but you'll have another completely different alias, no one will no who you are…"

"Yea you're not convincing me here!"

"Let me finish! You'll be completely safe and you wont be there that long…"

I let the idea sink in and began to think it through. It would be an opportunity to get away from the office, and it would show my boss I can adapt to any situation…I might get a better job out of this…

"Ok…" I agreed. "What am I to do?"

"We need you to infiltrate the Joker's crew."

"Why?" I asked shakily. I hated even the mention of that man's name. He freaked the hell of me and now I was going to have to convince him I wanted to be part of his team. This would take all my will as a professional and all my ambition for a better job…

"Because we think the Joker is planning a major job and we need details, but we know he wont tell any doctors and no one from his team will talk."

"So why do you think he'll tell me?"

A sly smile peeked on Gordon's face.

"Because we have a sneaking suspicion that this job is so big that he's gonna need help, new help" he said pointing to me.

"O I see…ok I'll do it." I smiled, trying to hide my fear.

"Fantastic! I'll get started on your paperwork! You should be there within the week." he said jumping from his seat. He shook my hand vigorously before I left and went back to my desk which was now more full of paperwork than ever. I sighed loudly and sat down.

"Can't wait to get away from this…" I whispered to myself taking down one of the folders.

I had a week of training before I was officially placed into Arkham. I was told what to look out for, what not to get involved in, how to get the Joker to trust me. But while they were telling my the plan step by step, I realised, this guy doesn't obey any rules so I knew from an early stage I would have to use my own intuition too. If I knew anything about the Joker, I knew this plan would not suffice to satisfy him. But I didn't tell Gordon, this would show him I am a real professional, when I'm faced with an unknown situation. I was given the alias of Aurora, who was a cold, bloodthirsty killer who butchered her boyfriend along with my whole college class and left them in bits and pieces scattered around the college campus. And if anyone asked why I was to tell them the exact answer I would give anyone. "Why not?" It all seemed simple and straightforward but I knew putting it into practice would be a different story.

So with my "training" complete, I was all set for Arkham, all I needed was a uniform, which was supplied in my cell, I was told. So I was brought to Arkham in the police van, cuffed and frisked like any other patient. Once we got to Arkham, I immediately regretted my decision to agree to this. A large, heavy black cloud hung over the twisted towers and dank dungeon like buildings. As we got closer and the engine cut, I could hear the shrieks and screams of the patients, then the eerie silence after they were sedated. Needless to say, so far it wasn't a great experience. But maybe things would be better inside? I am a very positive person and try to see the best in everything…but I had my work cut out with this place. I was brought into the main foyer which had a large oak desk sitting right in the middle and a massive statue of who I am assuming was the founder of Arkham. Two guards pushed me to the desk where an emaciated looking woman sat. She looked just as crazy as the people who resided here.

"New patient" one mumbled.

"Name."

Did everyone speak this bluntly?

"Aurora." the other murmured.

She opened the file that sat in front of her, glancing at it, then back up to the guards.

"She frisked?"

The both nodded in unison.

"Room 208, violent offenders ward." she said flatly before opening another file.

They dragged me over to the large iron elevator which doors opened with a large creaking noise. It sent a shiver down my spine as I stepped in. The guard on my right ran his hand over the buttons until he reached the very bottom marked VO. I suddenly got a sharp pain in my stomach as the lift descended. We were there for a good five six minutes delving deep within the depths of Arkham. The lift doors opened revealing a long corridor, I couldn't even see the end it was that long. Violent Offenders was imprinted with old, chipped red paint on the large arch as the doors opened. The tiles looked like they were once brilliant white, but now they looked as good as a cocaine addicts obliterated, worn down nostril. Large separate cells sat on either side. They had plated, bullet-proof glass as the front with a small rectangle cut out for the door. All the eyes leered out at me as I walked past. All the faces I had seen in the news, and in my own paperwork. The criminal masterminds all locked up together, it gave me a hollow feeling inside I have to admit. The Riddler, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Livewire, Scarecrow, Harvey Dent, all of them. Then about halfway through the corridor, I looked to the right, and there he was, The Joker in all his glory. He sat with his legs crossed on the little bed, glaring out at me, his eyes following mine. His face was painted like I had seen in so many reports, except he didn't have his token purple suit, instead he wore an old Arkham tracksuit. It was crazy to actually think he was there, right in front of me. And what even crazier, they put me in a cell opposite his! I protested slightly, but remembered these guys weren't in on it, so I had no choice. They removed my cuffs and I rubbed the red marks that now stained my wrists after them. I sat down and took in my new surroundings. It was a cube, if I'm being honest. It had one bed at the side, a sink and a small desk and chair. I sighed loudly looking out and seeing him still staring at me. But this time, a grin slithered across his severely scarred mouth. I can't even put into words how uncomfortable I felt. I turned away and fluffed my concrete pillow. I stared at the ceiling and saw some cracks starting to appear in the paint. Growing tired of this, I stared at my shoe laces. They had let me keep my converse which I was happy about. I separated my feet and saw the Joker still staring at me through the glass. I whimpered slightly to myself, trying to find anything else to look at. I could feel my stomach turn into knots as I pushed back my tears from my bursting ducts. Why did I agree to this, I would have given anything to be back at my stuffy desk or at least just to get told off by Mr. Harper about nothing.

Anything but here…with that madman glaring at me. But I couldn't give up…right? No, I had to stick this out, just think about the promotion after this. Was it worth this? Yes! How could I even be considering that! You could pay off all your college fee's…yea and then you'll have a great job, high up in MCU…I didn't realise how tired I was until I felt my eyelids droop over and eventually close.

I don't know how long I was asleep for, but I was awoken by a banging on the glass.

"Wake up!" the guard roared. "Rec time!" he said gruffly before moving on to the next cell. Did they have to be so forceful? But then I remembered where I was, it was hardly the Hilton…

I stood at the door waiting for it to be released and my gaze met the Joker's once again. His grin seemed wider…then he winked at me as his door was released. He walked out as I stood frozen in my spot, then my door was released. I was told to step out and walk right until you get to the rec room. I wanted to argue but I figured it wasn't worth it, I had to act like a patient if I was going to convince the Joker. I walked along with the other patients, some laughing to themselves others talking to themselves. I walked briskly along until I got to the double doors. The rec room smelled old and musty, and it wasn't as much a rec room as it was a bigger cell, with a new T.V. I have to say the T.V was impressive. It was a large flat screen, HD I'm assuming but then I thought. "This is where my hard earned tax goes!"

A large couch sat in the middle, hardy IKEA, but still. A few old chairs sat in an unorganized manner around the room and people scrapped to try and get the best one. I stood awkwardly at the door, unsure about what to do. So I moved to the side and leant against the wall.

"Are you gonna sit down babe?" came a feminine voice behind me. I turned and saw it was Poison Ivy.

"Em…no I'm ok" I stuttered.

"New are we?" she said in her velvet seductive voice.

"Yes, just got here today…"

"What did you do?"

She seemed more interested in my crime, than my name or anything else.

"I butchered my college class, leaving bits of them around in my professors offices and the canteen. Then I went home and butchered my boyfriend. I loved him so much, so I had to kill him, well more bisected him…" I said simply.

She seemed impressed, or maybe that's the way she always looks.

"Hmmm…crime of passion I see…" she winked at me before walking away, her fiery hair flowing behind her.

I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall, not wanting to talk to anybody else. I glanced around but didn't see the Joker which surprised me. But I didn't have time to contemplate him because a few minutes later, I saw the bouncy, blonde Harley Quinn skipping towards me. She looked so normal with no make up or jester costume.

"You're the new kid right?" she said in a high squeaky voice.

"I suppose yea…"

"Harley Quinn, pleased to meet ya!" she said extending her very scarred and bruised arm. She saw me looking at them and she pulled away, embarrassed.

"Life with Mista J, you get used to a little pain…" she giggled uncomfortably.

"Yea I guess…"

"So whatcha in for?"

"I kill the people I love and hold dearest to me…"

"How?" she gasped.

"I bisect them."

"Who? Your boyfriend?" she said wide eyed. Her attention was easy to capture.

"Yea and my college classmates, then I put their parts in the food in the canteen, it was the best feeding any of them got!" I laughed.

Wow, what was wrong with me all of a sudden! And I noticed that each time I told this story, the details would get more grittier and violent…maybe that was the only way to fit in here. She laughed at my not so funny joke, then sighed loudly.

"Mista J should be here soon…" she said a puppy dog look on her face.

"O you and him still together?" I said, not really interested.

"Yea! We're in love!" she swooned.

Then the double doors swung open and sent a rather large bang throughout the room. Everyone went quiet as he stepped in. It was quite clear who was the boss here. As soon as his spats entered the room, Harley jumped up and skipped to him yelling "Puddin!" at the top of her voice. She jumped onto him and hugged him tight, but he did not return it. His eyes instead scanned the room, then through Harley's hair he spotted me. He pushed her off with such force she landed flat on her ass, he then proceeded to kick her fiercely in the stomach. Yea love alright… I thought to myself. She cried to herself, lying on the floor as the Joker just stepped over her. But the odd thing was, no seemed to care. The guard over the other side of the room in her bullet-proof cube, knocked on it and said "Joker enough, or you're going back to your cell" And that was it! No one went to Harley. Now normally I would have, but I needed to be on his good side. But I thought at least Ivy would have…but now she just shrugged and grumbled to Livewire who sat beside her on the chair. "She gets everything she deserves for going back to him…"

The Joker's eyes never left mine as he strolled over to me, as I whimpered in the corner.

"Alright Doll?" he grinned, standing over me.

I nodded my head and concentrated on his shoes.

"Are you sure everything's ok?" he pouted mocking me.

Then I knew I had to react or he would think he could walk all over me like Harley. So I summed up all my will and stood up to face him.

"No actually, everything is not alright! You're standing in my light clown!" I growled.

"Go on you little butcher!" I heard Ivy yell.

He smiled bitterly at me, but leaned in closer, hissing in my face.

"You know kiddo, a mouth like that can be dangerous around these parts…"

He reached out and fingered my blonde hair that hung over my shoulder.

"But I'll forgive you…" he smiled. But just as soon as he smiled, it died on his face. "…this once" he growled.

He now wrapped my hair around his finger and said "So I hear you're a butcher, a little butcher at that…" he smirked.

"Yea what's it to you"

His mouth twitched again.

"You wanna lose that attitude little butcher…So who exactly have you butchered?" he coughed clearly wondering whether or not I was worthy of his approval or company.

"Fifty college students and I put their body parts in the food in the canteen and in my professors offices. O and my boyfriend."

"O? Was he being a naughty little boy?"

"Nope, I just loved him that much…" I smirked.

He nodded his head, pondering.

"Hmm…very interesting little butcher…"

I assumed that was going to be my new name while I was living here at Arkham.

"Yea so that's why I'm stuck here"

"Interesting…"

"Not really" I snubbed, but he ignored me.

He took a quick glance, then moved closer, placing his hand on the wall over me.

"Listen Sweets, I'd love to talk to you more, but this is a bit too public…I'll see you later." he winked at me before he turned on his heel and waltzed over to the receptionist. I don't know what he asked her, but after he just strolled out back to the ward. I collapsed into the wall, and felt my legs turn to jelly.

"Jesus babe, you got guts." smiled Ivy.

"Yea…but there was no need to be so rude to my Puddin…" I heard Harley whimper from the couch, while she held her now bruising stomach.

I just ignored both of them, I was too scared. I spent the rest of the time, sitting in the corner replaying the scene in my head still trying to convince myself that I had done that. It was just nothing like me at all. I've never stood up to anyone in my whole life, but I knew I would have to play his game, if I was going to get anywhere with him. Well he seemed intrigued with me, so that was a good start…

Soon they corralled us all back into our cells and once again I was left with the Joker staring at me from across the corridor. He licked his stained red lips and winked at me. I just turned away and lay down on my bunk. I stayed on my side and kept my eyes transfixed on the wall. Since I had slept earlier, I wasn't tired at all. So, I watched the growing darkness creep up on the asylum, I watched the three change of guard and soon the night guard showed up. He walked up and down a few times but soon stopped seeing everyone was asleep, well except for me…and him. I guessed it was about 1 or 2 in the morning because soon I heard the light snoring of the guard echoing down the corridor from his booth. I sighed heavily anticipating sleep. I always hated being awake when no one else was. But after another hour or so when the guard was fully asleep, I heard something. I brushed it off and continued staring at the wall, then I heard it again.

"Psst! Psst! Little Butcher, I know you're not asleep!" I heard someone hiss. I knew who it was. I sat up and squirmed with the pain in my neck I had gotten for staying in the same position for so long. I looked across and saw the Joker, his forehead pressed against my glass door. How the fuck did he get out?! But that was the least of my worries, when he opened my door and stepped in. O fuck!

"Hey Sugar" he whispered, closing the door trapping us in an airless coffin.

I froze on my bed, not sure what to do.

"What do you want?"

"What? I said I'd see you later…remember" he purred.

"How did you get out?" I stuttered.

"O pumpkin pie, you're so funny." he giggled cheerfully. He then extended his arm and tipped my nose. "Little girls don't need to know all of the big bad wolves secrets!"

His big brown chocolate eyes met mine which were filled with vengeance and hatred.

"So I wanted to know…" he began brightly, pacing the little room. "…where you get off poking fun at me in front of the other patients?"

"I never poked fun at you" I said trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Today, in the rec room? Standing up with your little speech and then the added 'clown' remark at the end?" he said pulling a face. "Remember…" he growled.

"Yea well…I'm not afraid of you" I said standing up to him again.

"Why? Just coz you killed a few people? That doesn't make you Joker material in my books…" he then cocked one eyebrow at me, licking his lips again. "…No sorry dollface, you're not convincing anyone here" he said pointing to his face. Suddenly, I could see my debt free life with excellent career beginning to fade into the distant. He turned to walk away and I knew what I had to do.

"Ok, you don't think I'm fit for your approval, what do I have to do then to prove myself?"

He turned back around and grinned at me.

"Well…wait why would you want my approval?!" he said mockingly. His grin was bigger than ever.

"I'm not gonna fill your already massive head with even more shit!" I giggled. I was taking a big risk…maybe it would pay off…

He turned and looked at me, his face expressionless. I felt something in the bottom of my stomach drop. He approached me again, our noses nearly touching, his breath hot on my face. Uh oh!

But then a smile peeked on his face.

"Kiddo, you and me are gonna have a lot of fun!" he laughed. Then he turned once more and left, checking left and right before jumping back into his own cell. I was relieved when my door shut, but then again he could enter whenever he wants.

So that's the first chapter! If you like it please review and it will encourage me to continue! I hope you like the idea and I'm looking forward to hear what you guys think! =D

-Sailor