***Hello guys! I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update and this one is not a heavy Joker part but I promise I am working and will have the next updates out soon! I am reading the reviews and they are a good reminder to work on writing this and they also let me know what you want to see. So if you have any thing you want to see in the story DM me or write a review I will read it. Thank you all so much! - Jinx
***I sat back in my room looking up at the ceiling to let the thoughts swirl back into my head. Nothing more about the Visit with Dr. Adamo just thoughts on more important things. Such as how to get to Harley? How to find the doctors record and personal information of the ones who took my life away and most importantly, how to get out of here when I'm done. I started to whistle subconsciously and only realized I was doing so when asked quickly to stop by one of the more husky guards outside. I didn't. He grunted in frustration but that's not my problem. "It's quiet here." I whispered. "Usually it's a bit more hectic." I shrugged. I had to think. There was a piece of stone exposed no larger than the size of the first joint of my pinky in the wall. But maybe I can make it work. I held it in my hands and looked at it. Nothing special till I grated it over the floor. A white streak like chalk. I grinned ear to ear. "Perfect." I pushed the bed to the side to expose some ground that I could hide and began drawing everything I could remember about the layout, camera locations, and security measures. Getting out wasn't going to be hard, it will be the confronting and taking records that will kill me. 'And that should be here'. I drew the room at the far side of Arkham, opposite to where I am now on on the top floor. I tapped methodically on the ground trying to place out the cells. It had been a while since I was here and I guess that's a good thing but at least I'm not as fuzzy brained as before. I drew in the medical wing and offices in that area. I think that's where the Joker is. Last I heard batman had almost beaten him to death so he has been in the clinic and will for a while. Mixed feelings on that. On the one hand, he may not get into too much trouble, on the other hand he may have been able to help me. I was lost in thought for a moment thinking about him... Mostly wondering how he is still alive with all he has done. But a bit of me just wanted to stay with him. So this is what Harley feels. She knows He'll kill her but she just can't... I just can't... I shrugged it off, I need to worry about other things for now. I began sketching again on the floor humming while i did. Footsteps echoed on the floor as I stopped. The bed needed to go back to where it was so no one would see it. Quickly I pushed it to place making the legs grind on the floor. Thankfully by the time the nurse got there they didn't care.
"Hey Lucy. How are you feeling today?"
I didn't speak to him. I just shrugged my shoulders. I had nothing to say to him.
"My name is Brandon Woods and I've got your medication." He motioned to the tray in his hands with a small cup of pills. "Now I can't leave till you take them." He handed them to me and I just stared blankly at him. I needed him to think I was dead at least inside. He put the pills in my hand and stood there. This used to be my job, the person that looks after and gets the medicine to the patients. "Come now Mary, they'll make you feel better." I looked at them, that was a lie.
"No. They won't. These are strong. I will feel sick and emotionally I will feel nothing."
He sighed. "They will help you calm down, you can see other people when you've had your medicine. We'll take you to the common room."
'Harley.' I thought, that was my shot at getting to her so I have to take it. I downed the pills. I was one of those that didn't need water to swallow them but They wouldn't stay down for long so I needed something else to help push it out later. Brandon smiled and stood up. "Well then that settles it in an hour when you are good, I will bring you to the common room for some down time." He left and I waited to hear his footsteps make some good distance before I walked over to the small bathroom and kneeled before it. "This is going to suck." I groaned before I stuck my fingers to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I heaved forward. Nothing came out so I had to repeat. I did the process six times before my stomach released the pills. "Disgusting..." I whined with tears in the corner of my eyes. The best part about Arkham is that if you weren't the Joker no one really paid attention to you.
The waiting and anticipating was the hard part. I had to sit there, play dead and make sure that when the Nurse came back he didn't think that I wasn't influenced, because I'm not. I am painfully aware of every dark detail of this place and my feelings. As long as my little talent doesn't give me away I should be fine. Oh yes, I'm not stupid. They gave me the pills because it suppresses emotions like anger so my "condition" could be monitored. That was the only reason I couldn't escape earlier I remember that much. When you're high on sedatives it's hard to fuel the madness and when madness is your strength then it would be a pure shame to waste it. The hour passed of just laying around twiddling my thumbs lost in thought. I had started to doze off when the door opened again and two male nurses came in. One of them was that Woods guys from earlier. "Hey sleepy head. You ready to go see your friends?" I looked over at him dazed from sleep. At least it won't be hard to play the part, I thought as I sat up. Brandon helped me onto my feet and walked me to the main room. It was always easy to tell when you were getting close because the sound of the inhabitants. There was moaning, yelling and just overall discontent. Can't say I blame them. If I said what was on my mind it would be wailing and gnashing of teeth. Brandon opened the door that connected the intensive treatment patients to the rest. It was kind of nice to see people again, I didn't realize how lonely this place got. I quickly scanned the room for people I knew. Well more of friend, and by friend I mean Harley.
"Really?" I said aloud when I saw no sign of the ditsy blonde anywhere. Just some other patients that I've never seen before in my life. "What's the matter Lucy?" Brandon said patting my back. I flinched away at his touch. A natural response I developed when someone got close to my scar. "I was hoping I'd find a friend." I said moving towards an empty chair. Brandon hovered for a moment when I sat so I remained perfectly still. If I do this then he won't stay long. Sure enough. After five minutes of just quiet nothingness he left saying "alright see you in fifty minutes." Okay well despite cheating me five minutes at least I am free for now. The door clicked opened and slammed close meaning that the nurse was gone and it was my turn to get familiar with the natives. There was a group of two men and one woman gathered near the television, one of them was fidgety as if voices were coming off the walls that only she could hear. The tallest lankiest one was muttering to himself quietly. The fattest one was sitting there stoic as a statue starring but not at anything or anyone in particular. I think I can see drool forming but I'm not sure. "Hello." I said sitting down in front of them. All but the stoic one turned to face me. They were nervous and I don't blame them. If they heard of half the things I've done then they would have reason to be nervous. "My name is Lucy, please to meet you." I tried to break the silence that fell on them. Any takers? One of them waved and said hello. It was the tall lanky one with the sandy hair. "H-hi." Poor guy, he has a stutter. He is probably self conscious about that to the point that if someone treats him kindly that he would follow like a lost dog. Easy. "What's your name love?" He answered quietly. "Er HJ-Joseph."
"Joseph, what a strong name. I like it." He grinned a wide smile as if it was the first kind words he had heard in a long time. And living in Arkham, that may have been the case. "My name is Lucy and I'm looking for friends because all of mine were taken from me." I tried to smile sweetly but it may have seemed creepy.
"W-We'll er if you d-don't have fiends you can uh -ha-ve me and min-ne." The tall one responded. He seemed exceeding like a lab, and that's a good thing I like dogs. The other girl that acted like she was hearing voices was now very much in tuned to ours.
"Why?" She asked questioning why she should be friends with anyone else. She must be comfortable in her group to where new things must scare her.
"Don't worry about me being a new kid now, I've been here enough that I know the ropes. I won't get in your way, cross my heart." The answer seemed to satisfy the black haired schizophrenic because she went back to rubbing and scratching her head feverishly. The last one in the chair looked like he would just accept my presence. Poor guy must be so high on medication that he doesn't want to function, which is what they do to most violent patients. That means he's dangerous but for now, just stay quiet and on his good side. I talked with the tall guy for a while. It was jut sweet nothings but it meant something to him. That and I learned that he was a big believer in conspiracies and that he believed his family was a bunch of robots so he took them apart. Yikes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brandon coming back with another patient, Pamala Isley, I haven't seen her in so long. I grinned at her but she frowned at me... Did I do something wrong? Does she know what I did? I shrugged it off when I saw Brandon start to come over to me.
"Alright Lucy,time is up. Let's go back now." He placed his hand on my back and began guiding me and I let him. Through the door we passed another nurse named Tatiana White, according to the name tag, with the Riddler. He looked angry but lightened up when I waved at him.
"hello Mr. Nigma."
"Good evening Lucy."
I used to be the nurse that brought him out. How things have changed...
I sat in my room again, cage lights were dim and I was hoping someone would come by with dinner soon. I am so hungry. As if by command the door opened and another nurse that I didn't recognize came in with a tray, put it on my bed and left. I grabbed the fork on the left and poked what was supposed to be chicken and it wiggled back. I shuddered and decided just to stick with mashed potatoes... My eyes looked over at the chicken again. "Aw who am I kidding." And I began to eat that too dipping it into the gravy giving it a better taste. With my hands a mess I reached for the napkin.. "Huh, what's this?" There was chicken scratch writing on it with my name In bold purple.
"See you soon. -J"
I used it to get the grease off my fingers and pushed it in empty potato bowl. That's why I had never seen the nurse before, she was Joker's nurse and se was delivering the message that he was coming. But when is soon. I stayed up all night thinking he would show. Every creak in the floor sounded like him, every shifting shadow looked like him and every sound that Arkham made reminded me of him. This was what madness was. When obsession creeps in so that nothing else can matter. When the adrenaline they give you becomes your drug and eventually the little things, like being close, just doesn't fill you. You need more and more till it kills you. Maybe that's the lengths I'll have to go one day...
The thought ate me up and made it impossible to sleep, Or really focus on anything.