COLD DISH REHEATED
Part One: Only The Beginning
The Joker:
Winter time always makes me smile, well more than usual I suppose. I am not quite sure why, perhaps it is that so many living things find death at the ends of its icy touch. One could almost say that winter is the ultimate killer. Of course then again there are other things worse than winter, like earthquakes and Tsunami's and the like, but listen to me ramble on and getting all deep and stuff hahahahahah haha hahah must be the medication.
The little box they gave me to stay in at Arkham Asylum was exactly just that, a small box that consisted of a bed and a toilet and not much else besides. If one didn't know better one would almost think one was in jail.
The warden at Arkham kept us medicated to keep us from getting violent and in that space I found myself in the vastness of my mind. It could however, be argued that someone like myself had no mind, that crazy people didn't think.
There in that place I felt my world slipping away from under me and with it I was falling into a great deep and dark chasm, a lightless pit with no hope of ever leaving. Something deep inside me was drowning in a sea of nothingness and I felt what was left of my soul being pummeled by the waves of that great ocean. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and let me be perfectly honest it was not a feeling I delighted in.
Where did I go wrong? At which juncture did I make a wrong turn that led me here to this forsaken place? Both questions needed further exploration in order to answer them. Time and thought, both of which I had and could do plenty of while locked away here in this crap hole asylum.
I had to figure out how to get out of there, but being doped up as I was it was sort of difficult even to think straight. I needed to get sobered up from these drugs though I was not quite sure how.