Something new yet so familiar. A piece from the Jokers point of view from inside the walls of Arkham Asylum. Just a little thing but something i had to write to get off my chest. Enjoy. Comment. Review. Subscribe. [LittlEm]

The Joker sat back in his cell and listened to the howling and bellowing of the inmates that surrounded him in Arkham. He had not listened to them yet in the week that he had been here already. He found it easy to block out the noise and focus on himself, and creating and concocting and laughing too himself at the sheer preposterous nature of his thoughts.

But he had decided to let himself succumb to Arkham and its noises- if only for a brief period of time in which to familiarise himself with surroundings that he had known before. The familiar sounds of men bellowing that they had been wrongly accused and thrown in with the truly insane. Joker kept his head bowed down but knew how they felt. He was most definitely not insane, not crazy. He was very sane, and simply making sense of the insanity surrounding him. The chaos made him feel calm, he found.

This was a different kind of chaos than that which he created, though still a sense of calm washed through his body. He felt his body surged and shudder and the laugh rise through his body and explode past his lips in a rush as if to escape. He laughed and found he could not stop even when a guard came and hit his door telling him to 'shut up'.

The Joker sat up suddenly and the laugh disappeared as he strode slowly and calmly to the clear door and gazed at the Guard who seemed to have frozen with fear at seeing his face. The calm and psychotic smile the Joker wore with pride.

" You know… The best cure for a bad day is to laugh and smile."

The Joker's eyes flashed and he returned back to the bed and heard the patter of feet as the guard ran away from his cell. Sitting back on his bed with his back straight against the wall, head bent down with eyes closed as he slipped back into the complex labyrinth of his own mind.

How did the Bat manage to do it, how did he find him- get him? Joker could not remember the final moments of their last fight. Harley had gone off to fight the bo-.

Joker stopped and opened his eyes suddenly and a wave of anger rolled over him. Harley….

That little minx would be the downfall of him if he didn't make sure that he was her downfall first.

What the Joker hadn't noticed throughout his time running circles in his own head was that the commotion outside his cell had become louder. Guards shouting and hollering for backup.
' Spence there's a chick kicking off – and she's coming this way'
' What she look like?'
' A fucking jester!'

Joker looked up to see a Guard fly past the clear door, followed by another. He arched an eyebrow slowly and saw smoke billowing past the door, parted by a red leg. Leading up to a devious little smirk.

"Hey puddin'- you look like you could use some help!"

Harley pulled out a gun and grinned at him.

" Best watch yourself puddin'!"

Joker closed his eyes and braced himself for the shattering of the door and the escape to come…

Oh no Harley… You best watch yourself kitten…