Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from TDK(damn.)Only my Oc and the storyline.
Author's note: Well,this is my first TDK story so I hope you'll enjoy it ^_^ Don't kill me for not pairing up the Joker with Harley though-_-Other than that…reviews make me happy :D
And…here….we…go!(sorry,couldn't help itXD)
Most persons know that living in Gotham is not one of the best experiences one can have. Because of the high crime rate it isn't considered the type of city anyone would like to raise their children in. Many of its inhabitants constantly felt the need to flee from their homes and start a new life in a different place. Of course,that was not possible and they all knew it. However,that need grew in intensity once the Joker came into the picture. No one ever imagined that a person could be that crazy and sadistic as he was.
He wanted to bring chaos to the city. He managed that. He wanted to strike fear into the hearts of people. He managed that as well. He wanted to send out a message. He didn't quite manage that(in his opinion at least). He didn't like . One. Bit. He also didn't like the fact that he got thrown into Arkham Asylum, just like a regular nut. He wasn't made to be there and he knew it. If the Joker was made for something ,it was to cause mayhem and destruction on the streets of Gotham. As if being locked up in Arkham wasn't enough ,life there also had to be completely utterly boring. No entertainment at all. Nothing. Zero. Sure, during his first weeks there, the Joker entertained himself by torturing (psychologically speaking) some of the patients there but soon that became boring too. It was all just a routine. Life in the asylum was a routine itself: wake up, wash, have some breakfast (an attempt of breakfast that is), then see the doctor for an hour or two ( that was the funniest part of the day always managed to somehow irritate or disturb his doctor) . After that he'd sit in his cell waiting for lunch to come. The same happened until dinner time.
That was how the Joker's life had been for the last 4 or 5 months. And he was sick of it. The only reason why he remained there was to let the people outside think that they were finally safe (or,better said,safer than usual) .
Deciding it was time to escape,the Joker set his "plan" in motion. He didn't bother much actually. He knew that escaping during the night shift would be better since he wouldn't have to face any guards. They all slept during their shift or simply didn't bother to pay any attention to the patients in the institution. Not even after his arrival there did they bother. The Joker simply shrugged as he quietly walked down the halls of Arkham, trying to find the room where his belongings were . The whole deal simply made things easier for him anyway. A few minutes later he found the room where the patients' things were put. He checked the door to see if it was locked. It was. Picking locks wasn't something he intended to do but it seemed that it was necessary. He took a paper clip out of his pocket(he tried to snatch some sharper objects out of his doctor's office while he wasn't looking.), straightened it and began picking the lock. He muttered some profanities since the damn thing didn't unlock. After about 15 minutes of attempting to open the door, he succeeded.
The Joker entered the room, only to find many locked compartments. Other than that, the room was pretty much empty, save for a medium sized desk, a computer and some plants. He switched on the lights and began searching through the drawers of the desk. There were many papers, random junk such as cigars, pens, pencils and so no keys. He started looking through the second drawer. Nothing much there except for more papers, some CDs and…keys. He took them and then looked for the compartment which had his belongings. He quickly found it, unlocked the small door and took out his things. He didn't have much, just his clothes and whatever happened to be in his pockets at the time when he was brought there. After quickly changing his clothes he went to open the door and leave.
Just then,somebody else opened it.