A/N: Hello new readers! This is a story that I started as a "for fun" reason last summer, but has evolved greatly since then. With chapters originally about 300 words, I have evolved the story to recently have chapters no less than six times that on average and sometimes even clocking out at 5000 words. This story has evolved immensely, and to reflect my change in attitude towards it, I am going back to the beginning to revamp everything to the newer standards that I hold! This will include totally new scenes, details and story elements as well as character appearances of people that I only decided to use farther into the story. The major changes will be centered between chapters one to twenty and will be updated whenever the chance arises, my main goal still being doing regular updates (especially with the upcoming 50th chapter!) but this being a notable side project.

As a result of this revamp, I would love to invite new readers to give feedback concerning what they see as it will be dramatically different from what the original viewers have read in many places. Ideas, character suggestions, and constructful criticism are all welcome and I enjoy speaking with every single reviewer, so know that if you have questions or thoughts I will assuredly get back to you in some way, even if it means responding to people without profiles through chapter updates with a question answering section at the top!

So, I hope you all will enjoy this revamp in quality, for I believe you all deserve it as does the story itself! To show you the scope of how things are changing, this chapter was roughly 300 words prior to revision and now is 1800!

1. Introductions

Gotham city was known for many things and many people, but the places it was known for were few and far between. Of course to every rule there is the exception, and for the dilapidated and decaying city that many deranged souls called home this exception was Arkham Asylum. Renowned not for the groundbreaking research held there by the new research team headed by one of the newer employees there, not for the help it provided to many twisted and troubled people, but for the way themed based criminals like the Joker and other so called "Gotham Rogues" resided there. The facility was nothing in comparison to the people it housed, with many different psychosis among them that made them interesting in the eyes of people worldwide. It was a testament to these villains odd charm and the fascination they rose in others that they received fan mail from people who sympathized with them and their various causes while they were committed to an asylum. Arkham was not only noted for the patient's popularity, but also for the inability to keep said patients inside the facility. The Joker had broken out of it enough that the wealthy Bruce Wayne had begun to contribute millions of dollars worth of security funds and equipment to the asylum to keep its criminals inside the walls. This, in the end, was a futile battle as the mad clown and the other inhabitants always found a way out.

That is if they were, in fact, looking for a way out at all.

Dr. Penelope Young slipped on her lab coat and buttoned it up slowly, letting out a sigh as she did so. Today she apparently had a new patient, although she wasn't sure as to whom it was.

Whoever it was, they were apparently having some problems with their previous psychologist Dr. Stephen Kellerman, and so they had been reassigned last minute to her, much to her chagrin. She had many things to go over with the Titan project and seeing another patient would take time away from her pet project. Titan was what was keeping Arkham reputable as far as research went, with few people knowing the exact practices used to test it but many interested in how it could assist people in their psychological treatment. As head of the research team at Arkham, Young's reputation lay completely at the mercy of this project and anything taking away from it thus got in the way of her career. For a person focused on their career such things got on the nerves of Penelope greatly, especially when she was merely taking over the duties of another doctor who could not handle his own patients.

Picking up a clipboard and pen, she walked out of her office to go check on said project. The patient was supposed to be meeting with her in an hour, so she had a little time to check on her project before she was interrupted by her other duties. Bane may mind the extra visit and the extra probing, but Young could honestly care less for what the hulking brute disliked. He was awfully rude, especially considering that the minor tests run on him would end up benefiting hundreds of thousands of patients worldwide one day. Such selfishness made Penelope mad, but then again she could expect no less from a criminal of all people.

When an orderly entered Jonathan Crane's extreme isolation cell and looked at the criminal he freaked out, seeing something in the man's hand that sent chills down his spine, "No, please, don't!"

Crane laughed, enjoying the fear but not really feeling in the mood for this man's anxiety at the moment. He had a new doctor and as such his thoughts were based entirely on what to do to them. In his hand he held a syringe, but his entire body was restrained by multiple belt like restraints that tied him to a board. Jonathan was unable to harm anyone, making the orderly's fear ridiculous, "Oh quit being so pathetic, this is an empty syringe I found on the floor when I was tied up earlier. What do you think I'm going to do with it? Give you someone else's disease?" Noticing the man's severe drop in fear caused Crane to realize the reason for it in the first place. Speaking in a low whisper Jonathan spoke in the creepiest voice he could manage, "Oh, you expected fear toxin. Would you like some?"

The orderly felt goosebumps raise on his arms at the mere mention of the dreaded toxin, but he ignored them as he unfastened the patient. Usually a guard would assist with this to assure that nothing went wrong, but the orderly had arrived later than expected due to another patient's psychotic episode and as such had no guard with him. The guard was predisposed holding down Victor Zsasz while waiting for more security, but the orderly feared what doctor Young may do to him if he was too late, "Just come on already! We're late to your appointment!"

Jonathan rose an eyebrow as he the last restraint was removed, allowing himself to be released without any fuss so that he could get to torturing, erm, meeting, his doctor faster, "I'm late, or you're late?"

The exasperated look the orderly gave only increased the high Jonathan was feeling as a result of the lowly man's anxiety. To mess with him more, Jonathan spoke mockingly and sarcastically as the orderly tried wrestling Crane into a straightjacket, "I have no ability of my own to leave my maximum-security cell and travel all the way to my doctor's room all by myself," giving a loud laugh Crane added, "I need you for that."

The orderly grunted in frustration, "Stop being difficult or I'll get your medicine changed!"

"You think that I actually take that pill you put in my food meant to reduce psychotic tendencies? Keep thinking things like that and you'll end up in here with me."

The orderly forced the straightjacket on fully and snapped, "Be quiet!"

"Oooh, am I getting under your skin? What is wrong? Do you fear that you may end up in a place like this one-day after dealing with oh so many crazies like myself? Or is it that you feel uncomfortable when your dominance is challenged by those who you think you have power over-"

Having completed the process of putting Crane in his straightjacket, the Orderly threw his hands in the air and yelled, "Shut up! You're driving me nuts!"

Jonathan replied snarkily, "That's the point, genuis."

"Why you little-"

Before the orderly could throttle him, Jonathan spoke quickly, "Hold it. I don't think my new doctor wants her patient to be man handled before our first session."

Dr. Young sat in her office chair, breathing a little heavily because of how she had run from the research department back to the office in a hurry. She hadn't noticed how quickly an hour had gone by, and determined not to miss her appointment she had rushed back to see him/her.

Shifting uncomfortably, she wondered where her patient was. Usually an orderly would have brought them by now, for they were fifteen minutes late, later than she herself had been. Could there be a riot slowing things down? Not likely. Not enough noise and no alarms had sounded. Well, what could be taking them?

A knock on her door caused the harsh doctor to frown and to mutter about how hard it was to find good help these days. In walked a man with a straightjacket and a noticeably frightened orderly who was visibly shaking as he brought the patient in. Nodding to Dr. Young, the orderly quickly turned around and scurried out of the door.

The man in the straightjacket sat himself down on another chair, forgoing the couch. Young took a look at him and was a slight bit surprised. He was tall and slim, a perfect example of a lanky man. His jet black hair was ruffled and strewn about randomly, as if it hadn't seen any attention in some long time. His eyes were a steely blue, possessing an oddly calm and gentle look to them. His mouth was neutral, although the right corner of his mouth had the beginning of a smirk on it. His skin was sickly pale, contrasting his hair completely and giving the impression that he did not venture outside often.

Overall, he perfectly met the physical profile of Dr. Jonathan Crane, one of the newer inmates in Arkham Asylum. Penelope knew all too well of the man's reputation, but had never actually seen or spoken with Crane before and as such never had a true impression of whether the rumors about him were true. Now actually interested in her new patient, Young cleared her throat and decided to open up a conversation with the former psychology professor.

"Hello Mr. Crane, my name is Dr. Young."

Crane smiled lightly, responding, "I see that I need not introduce myself. It is a pleasure to meet you Doctor Young. I have never had a doctor who wasn't an old, annoying man before."

Young was a little perplexed by the response, but took it as a good thing that he was willing to speak with her. Some other patients were not quite so talkative and made sessions drag on unnecessarily, "Well, I promise you I am not old, a man and I will do my best to not annoy you. So, where do you wish to start?"

Crane held back his initial reaction of saying that she already was annoying him, for he needed a level of respect from her for the moment. Jonathan had decided after Kellerman that he would come up with a new method of messing with his new psychologist's mind. To enact certain ideas he may come up with he had best keep on her good side for the time being, for he could always become antagonistic later but being seen as a good patient could go sour quickly.

'Now, he thought, how am I going to go about driving this one stark raving mad and perfectly fit for joining the inmates and I on this side of the Asylum?'

Oh, and managing to accomplish it while also extracting some level of fear from her would be enjoyable beyond belief for him. Seeing burly men cry and quiver before him as he drove them insane through simple words reassured Jonathan that this woman would be an easy target, especially since he had mastered the practice of driving doctors insane about three doctors prior to her. Kellerman had been smart to transfer him to this other poor doctor. Crane's smile grew a little as he thought to himself, 'Oh yes, this is going to be fun.'