So this is an idea I've had in my head for a while. Thought I'd better write it down before the ideas overwhelmed me!

The characters in this story will all be slightly OOC...but I wanted to show a softer side to them...I'm kinda mushy like.

Feel free to review and let me know what you think :-)


Saved By the Bat

Chapter One

Arkham Asylum 11:09pm - Thursday

The Joker lay on the floor inside of his tiny room, a shiver running through his body.

Today, the guards had been a lot more heavy handed than usual.

He ached from head to toe, and for once...he wasn't laughing.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

He was in far to much pain to even muster a soft chuckle.

Two years and four months...two years and four months he'd been stuck in this hell hole.

Two years and four months he had been without his favourite purple suit, his grease paint and his beloved explosions.

His freedom.

Arkham Asylum was slowly killing him...literally.

His mind, body and his soul.

What people on the outside world didn't know, was that Dr James Mason, head doctor at said asylum was also a depraved sadist as were the guards.

They loved to torture, beat down and destroy every single inmate in any and all ways possible.

The first week Joker had been at Arkham was soooo...boring.

Nothing happened in the dingy place.

He would hear screams of pain and terror but put that down to the nut jobs that shared the building with him.

He would sit in his room and talk aloud, laughing to himself and reminisce about 'the good old times', the times he had with the Batman.

But then after a while, the guards and the good doctor showed who they really were and how they were going to be treating him for the remainder of his stay.

Regular beatings, not just because he would attack them every chance he got, no...he would be sitting quietly in his room and they would rudely disturb his thoughts by using their night sticks as bats and his body as batting practice.

They would starve him, leave him for days with no water and they would drug him up to his eyeballs to keep him from being able to fight back or laugh at them while they did it.

For over two years he put up with this, not having the strength mentally or physically to try and escape.

But all of that was about to change...


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