Chapter One:Do you think this is funny?
The psychiatrist gasped in horror at the man sitting opposite him "That's terrible!" the disgust was clear in his voice. The man on the chair in front of him laughed manically "I think it's funny" his voice had a sharp raspyness to it.
The man wore a bright orange jumpsuit with 'ARKHAM ASYLUM" crudely printed across the back. The prisoners sickly green hair bounced and swayed as he cackled, the permanent blood red smile imprinted across his ghostly pale face, his mad green eyes scanned the phsyciratrists face as his sanity slowly began to crumble in front of him. He suddenly stopped laughing and smiled gruesomely to himself, "He's too easy, this new guy" he thought as he stared at the doctor.
The man known by millions in Gotham City as The Joker (or Puddin' by his clingy girlfriend/punch-bag Harley Quinn) smiled at the memory of the last therapist, Jameson he thought his name was, screaming and crying for his mommy as they dragged him from the interview room.
It was amazing what some of Cranes toxin and a staged breakdown could do.
"Guards!..G..G..GUARDS LET ME OUT" the therapist banged on the door frantically. There was a click sound and then a thud as the door unlocked and collided with the psychiatrist pushing him to the floor, he lay there in the fetal position as the guards tried to help him up. This one had cracked quickly.
Pity
Jokers grin largened as two more guards entered the room, grabbed his arms and dragged him toward his cell as he chuckled to himself whilst humming children's nursery rhymes. Passing a few different cells he managed to recognise a few unfortunate souls who had managed to get captured by The Bat. There was Clayface, currently pleading with the guard to let him out as he altered his face and shape to become Quincy Sharp and even the guards dead wife, and then finally giving up and returning to his original form.
Next was The Obsessive Compulsive that was Mr. Edward Nigma, laying down on the metal trolleys that the staff at Arkham try to pass off as a bed, with his feet against the wall. His uniform was identical to that of Jokers except the doctors had put a straight jacket on him, again, and of course he had broken out of it and was currently writing in a small green book qhich was riddled in question marks. "What a nutcase!" Joker cackled as they dragged him around another corner revealing the womens block.
"Mista J! I knew ya'd come back for me!" Joker rolled his eyes as a familiar high-pitched shriek filled the corridor, "How we gettin' out this time, huh?" to his left he saw the bouncing blonde bimbo that was Dr. Harleen Quinzel, she had her body pressed against the double-glazed glass attempting to get his attention. Joker ignored her and finally reached his cell which was sat across from lttle Jervis Tetch who, upon seeing him, hid in the corner.
"Hey Hatter! What's for tea?! HAHAHAHA" Joker teased him as they finally got the padlock on his cell door.
