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INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM MAXIMUM SECURITY CONSULTATION ROOM
"It DEFINITELY wasn't Batman then…?" Maria asked for what seemed like the 100th time. She needed to do this, with the Joker, you could never be sure whether he was just screwing you around, she needed to get as much information out of him as she could. It wasn't going very well.
"Are you retarded or something? NO, it wasn't Batsy, I think I would know you moronic women" the mad clown replied with an annoyed look on his face, the clown wasn't acting like his usual jolly self, it was very strange, something had really affected him.
Maria stared down at the madman as she contemplated his words. The Joker had said this was the fifth time he had seen the "mysterious figure" in his cell, it was the first time the security cameras had actually picked it up, security at Arkham was so slack.
"Well we're going to put you on some stronger medication" she replied calmly and set about scribbling something down on a clipboard.
"How exciting" he replied, his voice hollow. Something definitely wasn't right with this psycho.
"Ok…Well, I think you can go back to your cell now" Maria said as she looked towards the door where two burly orderlies stood rigid. Their rifles held at their sides. Maria shuddered.
Suddenly, Joker leaned forward across the table as much as he could with his straightjacket and various restraints on and whispered…
"You know, if I didn't know better sweetheart, I'd say you're responsible for what's going on…Heehee…"
And with that he tilted his head back and roared with laughter…
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The orderlies ran forward, guns ready and hauled him out of the chair before Maria could say a word, dragging him laughing and screaming out of the room. Maria sat still trying to calm her nerves.
This is too much…What's going on?
INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM CELL NUMBER---NAME UNKNOWN 0801
The Joker was dumped back in his cell after been injected with something; he had no idea what "medication" they gave him anymore.
For the first time in…Well, a while, the Joker felt quite worried, something very odd was going on, a mysterious figure kept appearing in his cell…Oh, the doctors told him he was hallucinating but he knew better, he was insane…But not THAT insane…He knew something was going on and Maria Spender had something to do with it, he wasn't going to stay around to find out what they were going to do to him, even he knew better then that!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I think it's time to pay ole Jimmy Gordon a visit" The Joker laughed, and, forgetting all about the figure and Maria Spender, The Joker went about planning his escape from Arkham Asylum.
INT. JEREMIAH ARKHAMS OFFICE
"He was different, something's happening to him" Maria said coldly to the man sat at the desk in front of her.
"Hrmm, Maria, you know as well as I do he can have moments of lucidity" Jeremiah Arkham replied with a blank expression plastered on his face.
Maria raised an eyebrow.
Funny, how he never bothered to mention that little titbit of info before…
"Well, that may be the case but he was…I dunno…Different, it's hard to explain, go see him, you'll see" she sighed.
A slightly annoyed look crossed the little man's face.
"You're imagining problems, I have an appointment Maria, we'll discuss this later" he stared at her with those cold blank eyes and gave a slight wave of the hand, motioning for her to leave. She got the message.
He knows something.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM
Barbara Gordon was sat up in bed eating some rather disgusting looking hospital food, she gave a small cough and tried to reach for the glass of water on the bedside table next to her but could not…She lay back and a few tears fell from her already red bloodshot eyes, she had been crying almost non stop ever since her attack. She felt totally useless and helpless. She glanced down at her crippled body and felt more tears fall.
A moment later the door to her room opened and in walked her dad – James Gordon, she quickly wiped her eyes and smiled.
"Dad…" she croaked, finding it difficult to speak.
He had a sad expression on his face and went forward to sit next to her bedside. He stared at her and then glanced towards the glass of water on the table, his eyes widened slightly and a guilty look crossed his face. Barbara noticed how worn out he looked, his shoulders were hunched over and she could tell he also had been crying.
"Oh…Barb, I'm so sorry" he hands her the glass of water, making sure she can hold it properly, she mumbles a "thank you" and sips at the water, she licks her dry cracked lips and starts to speak, weakly.
"Hi, dad, I must look really bad huh?" she says, indicating her mop of messy red hair and tear streaked face, her eyes had bags under them and she looked exhausted.
"You look beautiful honey…You always do" he smiles and strokes her hair. He shifts in his seat and stares deep into her beautiful tired eyes.
How can she be so brave…Guess she takes after her mother.
"I'm so sorry Barbara" he says softly and reaches for her hand, he takes it and gives it a delicate kiss.
She looks at him, confused…
What's he…What's he going on about, he has nothing to be sorry for! She thinks and snatches her hand away angrily.
A look of pure anger crosses her face, it's been building for a while. She won't have him be like this, he didn't shoot her spine out, it's not his fault. She won't stand by and watch her father beat himself up because of that bastard clown.
She grabs his hand back and squeezes it hard; he looks at her intently, surprised by her strength.
"Dad…You have NOTHING to be sorry for…It wasn't your fault, it was him, it was the Joker, HE did this to me! Blame him dad blame him!" she shouts as loudly as she can in her weak fragile condition. She tries to hold back more tears.
He takes his hand away and stands up, angry.
"I know goddammit! But that bullet was meant for me! He came to our house to shoot me, it's all my fault, it should be me lying in that bed, you don't deserve this Barbara!" He screams, breathing heavily.
"Oh…Barb…I'm so…" he says quietly, ashamed by his outburst.
"Don't! Don't say your sorry" she whispers and motions for him to sit down again.
He strokes her face gently and she leans into his touch – a father's touch.
"Dad please, I don't blame you…The Joker's a lunatic, he doesn't care who he hurts and you can't keep blaming yourself! I need you daddy…" she says quietly and tears fall freely from her eyes again. Her voice weak and painful.
He moves forward and embraces her in a tight hug.
"I love you Barbara" he says into her ear.
She smiles as the tears fall onto his jacket and looks up at his face, her sore tear stained eyes filled with love for her father, all the pain she was feeling earlier fades away as she looks at him…Really looks at him.
"I love…"
The door bursts open and Batman storms in.
He looks at them both and suddenly feels very stupid indeed.
"Oh. I'm Sorry…I'll go" Batman says apologetically, he moves to leave.
"No! Wait, stay!" Gordon says and let's go of Barbara; he moves forward to greet Batman.
"This isn't a social visit Jim, something's happened, it's urgent" Batman motions for Jim to follow him out of the room and gives Barbara a sympathetic look.
Jim looks to Barbara, a concerned look on his face.
"Its ok dad, you go, I'm fine" she gives another smile and a small weak wave.
She stares sadly at them until the door closes and she's alone.
They pity me…
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR
"What is it? I really need to get back to Barbara, she's putting on a strong front but I know she's…"
Batman cuts him off.
"Jim…It's the Joker, he's escaped"
Bullet through the spine…State of undress…Funfair…Freak show…Escaped…
"WHAT?" he replied angrily, infuriated. His hands clench into fists as he storms out of the hospital.
INT. GORDON'S HOUSE
The Joker is stood in the middle of the Gordon's living room frowning, he holds his gun up and fires a round of bullets at the ceiling.
BANG BANG BANG…
"Eh?" he scans the room for signs of life, looking confused. He is still dressed in his Asylum greens and looks…More insane then usual.
"Where the heck is the old git?" he says to himself, frowning.
"Ohh… Righty ho!" Remembering what he did to Gordon a week ago…He gets a look of understanding on his otherwise comical face.
He laughs.
"Silly me! Jim Gordon here I come, its Joker time!" He skips out of the room, gun in hand.
"Bang Bang Bats Shot Me Down…Bang Bang I hit the ground" he sung in a horrible high pitched voice. As he opens the front door and walks out he sees an elderly woman walking slowly across the road, shopping bags in hand, a huge grin spreads across his ghostly face.
The Joker suddenly grins manically and aims his pistol point-blank at the women's head. His finger is on the trigger about to fire…
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams out. The gun clatters to the floor as he holds his head in unbearable pain. The woman hears the screaming and looks over at him, when she realizes who it is she runs, dropping her bags of shopping in the process. He figures she is off to ring the police, that's what any sane person would do.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he screams out louder as the pain spreads from his head throughout his whole body, his thin body trembles and he slumps down, hitting the ground hard with a thud.
"This…" he gasps, in incredible pain.
He curls into a tight ball groaning as blood pours out of his nose and ears, in so much pain he can hardly get any words out, he coughs violently.
"Isn't….Funny" he screams out as his eyes dart around frantically, seemingly looking for those responsible.
The Joker passes out on Jim Gordon's doorstop, blood leaking from his ears and nose and forming a puddle on the ground next to his wrecked damaged body.
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