Dry, brittle blonde hair hung in his view. No, not fully blonde, if he squinted his eyes enough and if it was the right lighting, he could almost make out a green tint. The shampoo they let him use was so chalked full of chemicals it quickly stripped out dye, and left his already damaged hair worst. Sure if he had some nice conditioner of something then it wouldn't be so bad, but what else could one expect from the crazy house that is Arkham Asylum.

The fact he got shampoo AND enough shower time to actually wash his hair was a miracle.

"Patient #4479?"

The cold water wasn't even an issue for him, the dye boxes he 'acquired' always said that cool water was best for a more 'Even application.'

"Patient #4479, can you hear me?"

He shook his hair a bit, watching as the overhead fluorescent light hit a few of his locks. Maybe if he asked nicely they would dye his hair for him. A sudden involuntary jerk brought him out of his vainish musings.

Looking to his left he sees one of the 3 guards stationed around him step back. He must of kicked his chair.

"Patient #4479?"

Oh thats' right, he was in therapy.

"Oops?"

The doctor before him suddenly pulled a face, almost like he just bit into something that tasted foul. Really was a facial expression that he was used to, at least since he's been incarcerated. Most of the ones he saw before that were QUITE different.

"As I was saying, I'm Dr. Charles Markus, and I will be taking over your treatments from this day forward."

The corner of his lips twitched upward into a smile. "New doctor? What about Danny?"

He saw Charles falter slightly at his question, and turn to glance at one of the guards in confusion. This only caused his smile to widen, he could feel the way the skin pulled unnaturally around his mouth.

"You don't remember?" Charles was now reaching for the manila folder that was placed between them. Probably his medical records.

"Remember What?" He cocked his head to the side, trying to come off as 'innocent'. But from the way the rookie guard to his right twitched, that was probably a failure.

Charles had opened the file and was skimming it over quickly. " Patient was administered 400mg of Haloperidol after showing signs of a manic episode." Charles stopped reading and looked back up to him, the man's dull brown eyes stared into his green ones with disbelief. "You were informed of Dr.Douglas's passing, and that I would be taking over in his place."

He gasped in shock, but even a blind man would have been able to tell he was faking it. "Danny's dead?!"

Charles glared now, his new doctor wasn't buying his story of amnesia anymore. "You laughed for 45 minutes straight until a team came to prescribe you a sedative."

He didn't bother with pretending anymore, game was over anyway. Shaking his hair out of his face, he stared at Charles full on now, his infamous glasgow smile in place. " I was upset."

His new doctor shook his head and leaned forward in his chair. " Upset? You laughed?!"

He shrugged his shoulders and stretched. His chains rattling with his movements. Twitchy guard to his right made a motion towards his gun, but stopped. So jumpy.

"You know what they say, Laughter is the best medicine."

He saw Charles slowly shake his head. "And besides...I never would have thought Old Danny boy actually had the guts to pull the trigger. " a giggle suddenly escapes him. " I mean come on! A triple homicide and a suicide?! Looks like I owe Billy my pudding cups for the next month!

He couldn't help himself now and broke down into a laughing fit.

"Get him out of here. We're done." Charles sat back in his chair defeated and turns away.

"Call it in Stanford." The jumpy rookie guard from earlier jerked to attention and pulled out his radio. "Preparing to Transfer The Joker"

The bigger of the two guards paused in unbolting Joker's chains from the chair and floor to reprimand the rookie for his mistake, it was a big no no to use criminal alises. This only caused the fit of laughter to start again.

"Don't be so hard on the new kid Cash."

"Shut it Clown!"

Joker giggled but said nothing, instead he followed along. Allowing Cash to jerk him roughly from the chair and to a standing position. While Cash held him in place, the 3rd guard made sure that his 3 point harness was secure. Wrist. Hips and Ankles.

"Okay ready to move out, sound alarm."

He saw Cash motion to skittish Stan and the kid opened the door.

"Toodle loo doc.." Joker waved his fingers as best he could to the back of the chair, which still held the slumped form of his new doctor.

Carefully he shuffled form the chair, and out of the room, the cuffs on his ankles restricted his movement, so traveling by foot was slow, but anything was better than that hannibal lecter gurney they strapped him to the first few weeks he was here.

Out in the halls, he noticed how quiet it was, as was the norm for Max Security level 3 patients transfers. Blue siren lights were placed throughout the ceiling of the hallway, every MS3 transfer had the blue lights on and flash along the ceilings, and all activity in the halls would cease and they were to stand flush against the wall. The system was complete overkill, but annoyingly effective.

Rolling his eyes, Joker continues his awkward shuffling behind Cash who was leading the pack, with 2 guards stationed at his side. It was like a bad formation for follow the leader. Joker snorted suddenly at the thought of Cash playing follow the leader.

Skittish and the Strong Silent type guard both tightened their holds on his biceps, and Cash glanced back to send a glace his way. Joker grinned and sent Cash a playful wink.

The elevator dinging in the distances pulled his attention away,

There standing by the elevator was a female doctor he had never seen before. She looked to be struggling a little bit under the weight of a box she was carrying, but she still kindly held the elevator door open for them.

"Ain't she a pea-"

Strong and silent might have reprimanded him for speaking, but he was too focused on the heart shaped face of the woman before him. She had turned and was currently smiling sweetly at Cash, but what really got his attention was the long deep set scar that traveled along the right side of her mouth, curved up over her cheek and towards her eye.

Without thought he looked down quickly searching for a badge. He needed a name.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel

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