Arkham Asylum. A week later. Joker's POV

As standard protocol, the girl did not join the rest of us loonies for meals or group, uh...therapy sessions for the first few weeks. My first weeks were a bit boring; they keep you locked in your cell 24 hours, except when you have private therapy sessions, or they make you shower. You even eat your meals in your cell. Like I said, so boring. Anyways, eventually they decided that the girl was ready to be inducted into our looney little society. Today was that lucky day, although I didn't know it until 10:58 today, when I waltzed into that nasty puke green colored room for the pointless therapy session. This therapy session was smaller than the other one they forced us to go to; this one was for the royalty amongst the deranged population, so there were a total of five of us. Although, none of them compared to me, of course. They were all idiots.

Anyways today I sat down in my chair and that's when I noticed her. She was sitting two chairs away from me, thus I had a perfect view of her face. And, she was gorgeous. Pale skin (though not sickly), long brown hair, fuller lips and big blue-green eyes with long dark lashes. Skinny, probably weighed 100 pounds or so, but not a stick. Short, maybe about 5'1 or 5'2. I thought to myself "What's a pretty thing like her doing in this looney bin?"

She kept her eyes trained to the ground, and refused to look up. She didn't even look up when Dr. Benson strutted in, looking rather like a pudgy peacock.

"Good morning gentlemen, and lady." He glowered at her. "As you have noticed, we have a new member in this session. Gentlemen, this is Analiese Vuković...vu-ko-vic, vis, vich? Anyways, Analiese, meet Oscar..." at this the scrawny, balding 40 something year old looked leeringly at her, "Grigori," and she was stared down aggressively by a huge, muscular, tattooed hulk, "Darrell," again with the rapist look by a 20 year old pyromaniac, "Antonio," the gruff looking Italian lustily eyed her, "and...the Joker."

She didn't even look up. She probably knew that 6 out of the 7 men in this room had the rapist look in their eyes. I tried my best to not have that look...I don't like rape. Strange, know, I'm the Joker, the incarnation of evil. But I have my limits in certain areas.

Dr. Benson cleared his throat, "Well Analiese, have anything to say?" He was sort of menacing towards her, but then again he was that way with everyone. Probably due to some complex or something. Haha funny, he's the doctor, but he has the complex. She kept her eyes trained to the ground and shook her head no. "Very well, I understand that you may be intimidated when in a room filled with criminals of this caliber, so I will overlook it for now."

He turned back to the group. "Let's get started shall we? Oscar, why don't you start for today." And so we got to listen to Oscar drag on and on about his um...exploitation of minors, shall we say. Needless to say, I was sickened by this, so I could only imagine what the girl, Analiese, is feeling like. Not that I care or anything. But I was intrigued.

Again this time I didn't share, it wasn't worth it being surrounded by these idiots. While the guards were herding us towards the cafeteria, I noticed that Analiese was escorted back to her cell for lunch. Probably Dr. Benson's orders. Hell, I wasn't allowed out of solitary for a good few months, except to go to therapy sessions.

Arkham Asylum. Lunch and later that day. Joker's POV

As usual I sat with myself. Everyone was afraid of me and I couldn't tolerate any of them. So it was a win-win situation in a way. That didn't stop me from overhearing conversations around me however. Those who were in the last group session talked endlessly about the girl. It was disgusting, so I will spare you the details. It's not even that she's the only woman here, there are plenty of others, it's that she is fresh meat. And beautiful to boot. Most of the other crazies are an eye sore, to say the least. I almost felt a twinge of pity? Empathy? Sympathy? Whatever it is, towards the girl when overhearing these comments. The disgusting thing is that even the guards were more than intrigued about our new guest, to say the least. Disgus-ting.

The lunch was the usual gruel that they slopped onto trays and passed it off as food. Everything had a greyish color to it. I'm surprised that I haven't died yet from the food alone. Soon enough, however, the guards hauled us up and escorted us back to our cells. Not that I was minding at all, maybe I could get a glimpse of Analiese through the cell window. And no, I am not a stalker. Actually, scratch that. I have stalked before, but for different purposes. Let's not call it stalking. Let's say, detective work. Regardless, I am not that kind of stalker. I am merely curious, that's all.

Once the guards were out of sight I carefully looked across the expanse of the hallway. This is where the gift of being tall comes in, so I could see only a bit into her cell. She was sitting in the only corner of the cell that I could see, reading. Unfortunately I couldn't make out what she was reading, but she seemed to be interested in it. It was a sizable book, and she seemed to be at peace. So, I thought I would let her be. No use in trying to communicate with her, only to get her mad at me for ruining whatever bit of peace she had. I know what that is like, and let me tell you, I am never happy when it happens.

The day went on as usual, with nothing interesting to report. So, I slept restlessly once again that night, and they cycle continued for another two weeks. She would never say anything, and still didn't eat meals with the collective bunch of crazies. Everyday I watched Pines treat her as roughly as he dared, and everyday I would watch as my fellow inmates lusted after her in the most gruesome ways. Everyday I would watch her peacefully read, and would never try to communicate with her. For some reason I didn't want to ruin anything. What if she was just as intolerable as the rest of them? I didn't want to necessarily figure that out, so I observed for now.