Chapter 2:

The straitjacket was laughable. Didn't they know he knew his way out of these things? He started at the two cops sitting in front of him holding guns, ready to use. The van came to a slow halt and the door was swung open before it even stopped complete. What a fun game they were playing. Luckily these cops hadn't said any words to him, otherwise he might have to kill them once he was ready to leave this happy house. But a house full of 'crazy' people was a great place to find people to use. The type that were easily manipulated. He could play along with their minds and convince them to do anything. A female guard assisted him with stepping from the large metal box of a van. One of the cops shook hands with who he assumed would be playing his doctor. Duprie, was on his name badge. He ignored the words they exchanged and instead started at the great building he was being led to. This place was a mansion wrapped in prison walls.

"He'll have to clean the paint from his face," he heard the idiot Duprie say to one of the cops. They were walking through the yard area and now through long corridors. He didn't even get to see any of the crazies! Well maybe they were still asleep; it was 5 in the morning after all.

"He refuses to speak with anyone here if he has to remove it," the cop replied.

"Fine," Duprie said, sounding annoyed.

They led him to a room with a cold looking bed and padded walls. Padded walls! The front wall was glass and completely transparent. No privacy. There would be guards out there 24/7, just staring at him. Won't matter, he proposed to himself.

"This is where you'll be staying." Duprie explained in a tone that the Joker knew well. The sound of a learned man, full of underestimation. "There will be guards outside watching you round the clock."

Too bad I pay them more than you do, he though. The doctor explained a few more things to him and allowed security personnel to remove his straitjacket. He almost asked for it to be put back on. It was much more interesting than the bright blue cotton shirt and pants that was the uniform for the patients. He pretended to be attentive until they left then lay on the thin bed and decided this would be a good time for sleep. He would need his energy.