'Into the back.' The Joker pointed at the back door of one of the black jeeps outside which Anna presumed belonged to the now dead foreign mobster, he slammed the door leaving her on her own and slapped the front door to alert the driver, 'Gotham General...'

The jeep began to move and she realised she was going on her own, he'd left her by herself... well thank God. She had to make sure Katherine was safe and if the Joker was with her, she'd be sure he'd make that difficult for her. She'd find her, get her out and run the hell away from the Joker. Forever. He'd have no leverage, no ruse... It would finally be over.

Gotham General Hospital was chaotic. In hearing word of the Jokers plan to blow one up, all near hospitals were being evacuated. While there was a chance Katherine could be on one of the already evacuated buses, Anna couldn't risk it. Knowing the Joker it wouldn't be that easy. A police officer tried to stop her as she ran in but she belted past him to the reception, which was empty.
Anna grabbed a passing by nurse, 'I need to find someone, someone who is here? Katherine Quinn? I don't know where she is?!'

'I'm sorry!' The nurse shook her head, 'I cant help you right know, we need to evacuate. You need to leave. All of the patients are being evacuated, if she is here, she'll be safe. You need to go-'

Anna let go of her grip on the nurses arm and ran behind the empty reception desk, clicking the mouse on the still running computer. 'Excuse me Ma'am! You cant go on that if you're not an employee-'

'I am, I'm a doctor!' She pulled the white coat off the chair and shoved it on. The woman got distracted by a man needing her assistance pulling a hospital bed and Anna clicked on the register page typing in 'Katherine Quinn'. Nothing, no record. She typed in her own name.

GGH Current Patients

Anna Hart. R.32 Status: Critical
Anna Hart. R.41 Status: Critical
Anna Hart. R.44 Status: Critical
Anna Hart. R.68 Status: Critical
Anna Hart. R.105 Status: Critical
Anna Hart. R.233 Status: Critical

Anna shook her head at the list, there was no way there were six Anna Hart's in Gotham General Hospital at one time, let alone Gotham City. 'Excuse me!' Anna tried to ask the passer by's for help, but they were busy helping patients out. This had to be the Jokers doing, to confuse her, send her on a wild goose chase around the building. But she had to find Katherine!
Anna pressed print and the page flew out of the printer and she grabbed and began to sprint.

The first two rooms were storage rooms. The next two janitors closets, filled with cleaning supplies. The last two brought her to the second floor and as she approached Room 105 she felt a splurge of hope as the door, unlike the others, had a little window in it like a patients room would have. It was a waiting room. Empty. Anna began to shake with panic, she didn't know how much time she had, how long ago was when the Joker made his 60 minute promise... The place was completely empty now, a voice inside her head warning her the place could blow at any moment, that she should run downstairs and find an exit... but Katherine...

Anna ran as fast as she could to the last room, Room 233 and skidding on the floor she opened it, out of breath and panicky. A bullet flew past the top of her head and she let out a surprised yelp, if she hadn't slipped awkwardly on the floor it would have gone straight through her head. 'What the hell!' Anna landed on top of a body of a police officer and jumped up in horror, 'What-.. You!' She looked at the Joker, who was dressed in a nurse uniform and a brown wig, pointing a gun at her.

The Joker pulled the mask from his mouth, 'Oooh you made it! I didn't thinkk you'd get here, you must have been running fast ah?' He placed down the clipboard in his hand, 'You know, I can fix you up a new cast for that hand while you're here.'

'Where is she?!' Is she here with you?!'

'Oh look we have coordinated outfits, you know it was my idea first-'

'Where is she!?'

'Ahhh look what you've done...' Anna noticed the man lying in the bed for the first time as he stirred, 'You've woken up our patient..'
The Joker fiddled with a remote by the bed and it began to move into an upright sitting position. The man began to shake uncontrollably at the sight of him but he was restrained by the bed. Anna's jaw dropped as she realised it was Harvey Dent.

But only half of him was, the other side of his face was mangled and burnt, flesh exposed and raw. The Joker sat down on the side of the bed and looked at him, '...Hiii...'
He let out a sigh as Dent struggled more and removed his wig, ruffling up his hair, 'You know Anna hm?' The Joker gestured to her and Dent's eyes slivered in her direction, narrowing as he recognised her, 'You, you helped him. You were with him the whole time, tried to kill me.. You!'
'No..' Anna shook her head, 'No! I didn't help him, plea-'

The Joker held up his hand to silence her, 'Ah-ta-taa, no need denying now, its not the time-'
'He has my friend!' Anna walked closer to the bed, 'He's going to kill her!'

'And he had Rachael! And he did kill her!' Harvey Dent shouted at her.
'Ah wait, no, no. I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us.' The Joker turned to Dent, 'When you and..ahh..'
'Rachael!'
'Yeah.. ah Rachael were being abducted... I was sitting in Gordon's cage! You know I.. I didn't read those charges!'

'Liar..!' Anna shook her head and the Joker rolled his eyes. 'Your men, your plan.' Dent spoke through a clenched jaw.
'Do I really look like a guy with a plan?' The Joker looked at him sceptically.

'Yes, you do.' Anna glared at him, 'You're planning to blow up a hospital, with my friend in it... Where is she?!'
The Joker rolled his eyes a second time and pointed the gun at her, 'Sit down and join the conversation wont you.'
'Tell me where she is.' Anna said, calmer this time, watching the gun.
'That seat.' He nodded the gun towards the seat on the opposite side of Dent's bed and she walked slowly over, arms raised, 'Where-'
'No talkinggg.'
Anna sat down slowly on the seat, arms still raised and the Joker turned back to Dent, 'Where were we? Ahh, plaaannnsss... No, see, You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it!' The Joker said excitedly, his arms clenched around an imaginary object, slipping the little gun back in his pocket.
'You know, I just doo things. The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon's got plans, Anna thinks she has plans,' He shook his head as he listed them, 'They're schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic… their attempts to control things really are. So…when I say...' He held Dent's hand who tried to shake it off, 'Ah, come here, when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal. You'll know that I'm telling the truth.'

The Joker began to untie the band around one of Dent's hands, 'It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans… and ah, look where that got you.' He gestured to Anna to untie the other hand as he walked across to her side of the bed. She undid the tie and Dent arms flung at her, grabbing her jaw. The Joker grabbed his other hand and Anna pulled his grip free, pushing it away from her.
'Ah, I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what we did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmm?'

'You know what… you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go 'according to plan'. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like ah, gang banger will get shot or a truck load of soldiers will be blown up. Nobody panics. Because it's 'all part of the plan'.' Anna was stuck between the Joker and Dent, Dent like her, was transfixed by the Joker, whose eyes looked from one to the other, 'But when I say that one little old mayor will die. Well then everyone loses their minds!'
The Joker took the gun from his pocket, and placed it in Dent's hands then Anna's right hand and his hands on top of hers, 'Introduce a little anarchy.'

He pointed the gun to Anna's head and she froze, 'Upset the established order and everything.. becomes.. chaos.' He aimed the gun down and shot Anna in the bad arm. She let out an excruciating scream and tried to free her other arm from the gun but the Joker's hands held it firm in place.
'I'm an agent of chaos.' The Joker pointed the gun towards himself, 'And you know the thing about chaos? It's fair.'

Dent looked at the Joker for a moment, breathing heavily, then took a coin from his side table, 'You live.' One side.
'Mhmm' The Joker nodded in interest.
'You die.' He turned the coin the other, darkened side.
'Mmmm, now we're talking.'

Dent threw the coin and caught it, revealing the clean side, 'You live.'
'Mmm..' The Joker smiled to the side. 'Now her.' Dent looked at Anna whose head was thrown back in anguish. The gun was pointed to her head and she felt her own finger on the trigger, controlled by the Joker on top. She was afraid no matter what the coin revealed, he'd pull it anyway.
She closed her eyes.
'You live.'
Anna let out a cry in relief and the gun was pulled away from Dent, 'Well, that was interesting.' He launched Anna to her feet as blood poured from her arm, 'But there's a hospital to blow up.'

He just walked out of the room with a skip. 'No!' Anna ran after him, 'No! You cant blow it up! No!'
'Always want to be a part of things? Following me around? Well then..' The shook his head in disapproval and shoved a device into her hands, stood behind her, arms around and hands on top of hers... on top of a button.
'Since you insist, you press that button and we all blow up, me, you, your friend..'
'No!' Anna stared in awe at the device as the Joker pushed her to keep walking, 'No! We have to get her out, where is she?!'

'You know, I gave you a chance..' They walked down a stairs to the first floor, 'But you ran out of time, good timing is key-'
'Where is she?!'
'Really, you should forget about it. Learn to let go-'
'Where-!'

The Joker pressed down on the button and Anna looked at him in pure shock, 'You should really learn to shut up.'
A small bang came from down the hallway, followed by a bigger one. The Joker began to walk towards the door, casually taking the remote from Anna. Something exploded in a nearby room, sending splinters into the hallway, Anna ran after the Joker, 'No, no...!'

They were outside and Anna blocked her ears as another explosion came, 'No, no.. please, please tell me she's not there. No, she's not in there..' The Joker looked at the remote in confusion and then back at the building, 'Noo, she's not in the building...'
He fiddled with the remote and then tapped it hard and a sudden massive explosion came, making both Anna and himself jump. He climbed inside the back of one of the evacuation buses and Anna followed him as fire erupted from behind them.
'She's not inside?!' Anna asked the Joker, hope lifting her heart as he sat down and she stood, waiting for an answer, 'What? Oh no, no... she's on top of it. Taped to a tank of gasoline.'

'W-what? No! No! Please tell me you're joking! PLEASE?! NO!'
'A sh, sh...' The Joker pulled her into the seat beside him, 'Sh now... we both know it had to be done.'
'WHAT?! No, NO! You absolute PRICK!'
The Joker looked at her shamefully as if he'd disgraced him by using a bad word.
'She's dead! Dead! MY BEST FRIEND! Katherine... she, she's dead...'
The Joker looked at her as she began to cry, opening his mouth to say something and then shutting it... in momentary confusion, 'Ahh, whose 'Katherine'?'

'Whose Katherine?!' Anna slapped the Joker, 'You didn't even bother to know her name, your victims are just nameless bodies to you?!'
'Lana...' The Joker blinked again in confusion, 'Lannaa was her name?'

Anna looked at him, 'Whose Lana?'
'No, nooo, whose Katherine?'

Anna could remember telling her Aunt all about the events of Bruce Wayne's fundraiser, it'd been all over the news and of course Aunt Penny wanted to hear the gossip. Lana Lima was the name of one of the models who came with Bruce Wayne and who Anna had been chatting to that night. Aunt Penny thought this was major goss, her niece... talking to a supermodel! The only Lana Anna knew...

'Lana.. Lima?'
'Whose Katherine?'
'Aunt Penny told you my best friend was Lana Lima?'

'Aghhhh...!' The Joker let out a frustrated shout, 'Aunt Penny... of course...'

Anna's eyes widened, the Joker didn't know her friend, she wasn't dead... she was probably sitting at home watching tv. Anna could go get her, warn her... she could go to the police... She made a sudden movement to get up and the Joker grabbed her by the ponytail, 'Ah, not so fast-ah..'

'Help!' Anna shouted to the front of the bus when she realised there were about five men with clown masks, one pointing a gun at the driver. Anna tried to pull free but the Joker grabbed her injured arm, making her gasp in pain.
'Now IIII...I don't like to have things messed up.' He pulled her hair back so she was sitting upright on the chair, 'I said I was gonna kill your friend if you didn't help me... you're not helping me.'
He flicked his hair back, 'Now Penny, mmm, she might have tried to help your friend... by making a poor innocent girl the victim instead of Katherineee... not very nice Penny. But don't worry, since she's not around to pay... we'll pass it on to next in line m? Don't worry, your friend will die... and I'm gonna make you watch. We both know I'm a man of my worddd.'