It had been a week since the incident with Joker. In truth, the session had left me a little shaken, I mean who wouldn't be completely terrified if Joker had wrapped his arm around their neck. Was he starting to break me? How much longer would I last on this case? So many questions that no one could provide the answers too, not even myself. My entire mind was a complete mess as of right now, apart from dealing with the clown, I had two other cases that also needed my full attention and I was sure that Jonathan Crane did have 'those' kind of feelings for me and I still wasn't sure how to react about it.

I mean, Crane is a pretty nice guy and I suppose I like him too, however I wasn't sure if the whole thing was completely appropriate considering he is my boss and there is a substantial age difference between us. He was my professor in university for Christ's sake. But on the other hand, he had looks on his side, and no one could deny Jonathan looked very young for his age; even I admit he was very good looking. I was quite surprised he wasn't already married or something. He should be.

As for me, I had never considered myself 'attractive' and had certainly never had a lover of any kind. Back in high school and university, I mostly kept to myself focusing more on my studies and working towards getting my degree whereas the majority of my friends fell in with lots of guys, some who were nice and others who were complete assholes. That's probably the reason why I had never really tried with boys, the most I had come across came off as ignorant and acted all high and mighty about themselves and never really gave two shits about the girlfriends they were with. I think as a teenager I wasn't ready to deal with the emotions that came with the whole dating/relationship scene, and once my small group of friends began having sex and having real boyfriends, that when's the entire thing began to overwhelm me and so I became quieter and kept to myself mostly.

I guess I did like Jonathan; he was compassionate, thoughtful, kindhearted and seemed to care about me a lot. There were still some mysteries about him, but everyone had some secrets didn't they? My thought process was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. In walked the very man I had been thinking of.

"Hello Jonathan." Smiling, I was genuinely happy to be in his presence.

"Hey."

"How are you today?"

"I'm fine. I actually came here to see how you were doing, April. One of the guards told me about the incident with Joker earlier this week." I was hoping him of all people would not find out about this.

"Oh that? No, I'm fine honestly." He placed himself on my desk, as there seemed to be a lack of chairs in the office.

"Are you sure? No one's seen you this week. They say you're in here most days, by yourself."

"Honestly, Jonathan there's no need to worry, I was just a little shaken up, that's all."

"But, I do worry about you April." He raised his hand, stroking my cheek softly.

"Actually, Jon, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"I was curious to know if you were busy next Friday night?"

"And if I'm not busy?"

"Then I'd ask you to come around to my place for dinner."

"Dinner sounds perfect." A huge smile formed on his face.

"7?"

"Even better." Crane gave a small wink, nodded towards me and swiftly left the room mumbling about his research. Also I just invited Jonathan over for dinner. My stomach sank as I realised that my cooking skills were kinda poor and could barely make dinner decent enough for one let alone two. At least I had a week to prepare a meal. Speaking of food, it felt like I hadn't eaten for days and so stood up quickly from my seat noticing that the clock read 1:34pm. For a building that housed the criminally insane, the cafeteria staff made some pretty good food however that was probably because it was a staff only canteen. I couldn't even begin to imagine how low the food quality is for the inmates, Pamela had mentioned it before during one of our meetings but I didn't really want to be put off of my own food.

I had sat in the canteen for well over an hour, enjoying the turkey sub I bought. I wasn't even sure if I had breakfast this morning, that was how hungry I felt. Nonetheless, I had a job to do, so after a moment of blissful eating I began to make my way back to the office.

Everything seemed quiet, too quiet. Turning into the main corridor, there were no guards posted at the double doors which separated us doctors from the inmates. There was an ID card on the floor, and for the third time that I can remember, my damn curiosity got the better of me. Walking towards the doors, I bent down and picked up the card; it belonged to a guard but there was no sign of him. Something on my fingers felt wet, flipping over the card, I noticed that there was blood smeared across the back. My fingers relaxed and allowed the ID badge to fall back to the floor. Something was very wrong indeed, and I felt the need to back away from the door a bit.

A harsh noise instantly filled the corridor, swallowing it and the entire facility. I had never personally heard it, but I knew what the siren meant, they had told me the very first day that I arrived here. That noise indicated that an inmate had gotten loose. This was serious, and yet here I was still standing by the goddamn door that the escapee would most probably use. I began to rush my feet along the corridor and back to my office where I could lock myself in using the security codes.

Not long before I had made it to the end of the corridor, did the double doors that I had just been standing by swing open. Turning my head, a wave of dread washed over me as my eyes focused on what had been behind the doors. Not one...but several inmates stood in the doorway, two of them swinging pipes in their hands. They had definitely noticed me, for the largest of the group was staring directly back at me. He put one foot in front of the other marching towards me with the rest following behind.

Panicking, I pushed through the door that lead to the offices. My heart rate began to increase, I couldn't see any other doctors in the hallway however I was too busy trying to save my own life trying to reach my office. The hallway did seem a bit of a mess though, I did notice that, yet now wasn't the right time to stop and observe, as I heard the door behind me being kicked open and the shouts of men echoed off my back.

I ran hard the last few meters and finally stood in front of the door that boldly showed off my name in black letters. There was no time to waste and so opening the door, I rushed in and slammed the wooden door behind me. I stood on the spot for a moment, trying to regain control of my breathing. What the fuck was going on? Where were the other doctors? Why had everything become...chaos?

Stepping towards my desk, I noticed that the room was very dark, the only piece of light was from the small little lamp that always sat unused on my desk. That's odd? Switching on my computer, I tried to access the security codes that were stored on there so that the room could become secure. However, before I could complete the task, I felt a hand grab the back of my head and force it towards the surface of the desk. I began to panic once again, a small scream escaped my mouth as I realised that my body was bent over a table and there was a stranger behind me holding me down. I shuddered as a warm breath tickled my neck.

"Like I said, you introduce a little anarchy and it upsets the established order." How the fuck did the goddamn Joker get into my office?!

"Chaos."I whispered, he was going to break me one way or another.

"Finally you understand." He whispered back. His hand still firmly gripped on the back of my head.

"But how did y-."

"Not now dollface, we gotta get out of here!" With that, he brought my head back up, and this time slammed it down on the hardened surface. He let go, and my head began to feel fuzzy and my body felt weak. I heard the door open, looking up I could just about make out the inmates that had chased me down the corridor and into this trap. The largest came and stood next to Joker and leaned across him, picking up my now limp body. I noticed that the siren was still creating that harsh noise, Where were the guards? Where was Jonathan? How had the Joker escaped? These were questions that had to be answered later for I felt my mind drift out of conscientious and into darkness.