Abigail "Gail" Bennet,age 21, had been a patient in Arkham for the last 3 months. She had been sent there after commiting murder. She killed her fiancée after finding out he was having an affair,6 months ago. It took the police about 2 months to find out she was the culprit. At her trial,it had been proved that she was mentally unstable and was therefore sent to Arkham.

However,nobody whould have considered her a mentally unstable person. She actually seemed to be a very nice and friendly person. She always helped out her friends,socialized ,went to parties,just like every other person. So what exactly was so unstable about her mental health?

Well,other than the fact that she was really quick to anger and was extremely jealous,her doctor concluded that she had the tendency to be paranoid at times and that she had some sort of attraction for morbid things and destruction. That sort of combination seemed like a menace to society so she was immediately sent there for treatment.

Her friends were shocked when they found this out. They all could have sworn it was all a bad joke and that the police surely must have been wrong about the case. In their words,Abigail wasn't the kind of person to slaughter a man to whom she was to be married ,nor did she ever show any sign of mental problems. Then again,after receiving confirmation that it was all true,they realized how well she managed to hide everything from them. The police officers simply told them:"That's how most killers are. They never seem like the type to murder somebody."

Basically,that's how she managed to get into Arkham. After three months of treatment there she had had enough. The doctors there always told her that she still needed "intensive treatment" since she was "a menace to society" and "still had serious mental problems which needed to be treated". If she really was mentally ill (in all honesty,she believed that it was all just one huge plot against her),and IF after three months there they couldn't improve her mental state what made them think they would after even more months? The only thing that was improved was the fact that she somehow managed to control her feelings in a better way. Other than that no progress at all.

So,she had two options:

in Arkham and continue receiving(useless)treatment

or

and live however the hell she wanted to.

Gail obviously chose the second one. All she had to do was get out of her cell,get her stuff and run away from that place as fast as she could.

Getting out of her cell was quite easy. One of the guards found her quite appealing and therefore wanted her in a sexual way. She knew that (the guy had also tried his way with her with no success. ) and took advantage of it. She didn't sleep with the guy(40 year old nearly bald men weren't her type so to say) ,just tricked him into thinking that she would. And if he wanted to actually have sex with her he'd have to open the door to her cell and enter it. He did just so. After he closed the door,Gail simply knocked him out with a chair, then took his keys and locked him there. She smiled to herself.

All the other guards and my doctor are in for one hell of a surprise tomorrow

Still smiling,she walked down the long corridor,trying to remember where the room with the patients' belongings were. She vaguely remembered where it was. Knowing that she needed to go straight ahead and turn right at a point,she kept walking. After about 10 minutes of searching and getting lost she eventually found the room.

Well finally. she thought to herself.

She checked to see if the door was unlocked. That itself was a crazy idea but it was worth a shot. Who knew,maybe somebody forgot to lock it.

To her surprise,the doorknob turned.

Now that's interesting.

Even an idiot would have understood that this was sheer dumb luck. Or,if we'd think about Murphy's laws,something bad would happen. Something really bad.

Murphy's laws,sure. As if somebody would be behind this door.

Gail opened the door. Just then somebody else spoke

"Why hello beautiful."

Well damn. That's not a good thing. Why the hell did Murphy have to be right about bad things happening?

She noticed that the man standing in front of her was another inmate. The Joker. She had seen him on various occasions before. Never talked to him though. She heard what happened to the other patients who spoke with him. They ended up mentally scarred. One thing the Joker was famous for in Arkham was that he was a master when it came to torture. Particularly psychological torture. She really didn't want experience that. So she avoided him.

"What?Cat ate your tongue?"he questioned as he moved closer to her. Moments later he was standing right in front of her. He closed the door.

Shit. That's definitely not good.

"You seem nervous. Is it because of the scars?"

She still stayed silent. What was she supposed to say anyway?

He moved closer,until her back touched the door.

Great. Now I'm having that pre-rape feeling.

The Joker grabbed her face.

"Wanna know how I got them?"he asked,pointing to his scars.

Still no answer.

"Seriously woman,are you a mute or something?"he asked.

"No."

"Well that's something new."

She said nothing.

"Going at it again,aren't ya?"he questioned again.

"Is it that much of a problem?"

"Well,y'see,it soo anti-social and all. "he paused." Y'see…that's just…not polite of you."

She stared at tried to think of a way to get out of came to her mind,other than trying to grasp the doorknob,turn it and run like one of Murphy's laws came to her mind.

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Or in other words:

If many things can go wrong, they will all go wrong at the same time

That was one of those situations when everything seemed to go horribly wrong. Question was…was it still worth a shot?Maybe she could actually open the door She tried to analyze her current situation in a more logical way. If she was quick enough she could make it. If not…well that wouldn't such a good thing. She decided to give it a try anyway. Her hand slowly made its way to the doorknob. Relief washed over her as soon as her hand touched it. She tried to slowly turn it around. No such Joker grabbed her hand.

"Ah-ta-ta-ta!That's not such a good idea doll-face. Wouldn't want you running off and doing something incredibly stupid,now would we?"

She muttered some profanities. The Joker eyed her suspiciously.

"What was ithat/i supposed to be?"

"Nothing."she growled.

She knew she was in trouble. Heck,she knew that ianyone/i crossing the Joker's path would be in trouble.