A/N: So, here's the second chapter, it's slightly shorter. Also, I would like to thank the awesome reviewers, I would name them, but I don't have the time right now, maybe later. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The Joker had been in Arkham for a year and a half. Plans for an escape had already begun forming in his mind after the second month. It was just so boring in there. The white walls, the white lab coats, the endless group therapy sessions. Oh, the horror!
Now, the Joker is smarter than he looks, a lot smarter. This week's group therapy session had been especially boring, so he turned that tables on their psychiatrist, Dr. Robinson. The poor man was blubbering within 10 minutes.
After The Riddler knocked the good doctor out, the Joker grabbed the key to the door. On the trip down that hallway, a nurse saw the rag-tag gang of the high-risk zone. She called security, who in turn called Dr. Crane, the head psychiatrist of Arkham Asylum. They all were man-handled back into their cages, except for the Joker and Bane. None of the orderlies dared touch the Joker, they didn't know what he could have fashioned into a weapon, and Bane was, well, Bane. While most of the staff was trying to talk Bane into his cell, the Joker walked off, unnoticed, down the hallway.
Where he ran into a certain someone, me.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The Joker said with a smack of his lips, a sadistic smirk on his face. His scars pulled taught. His eyes roamed up and down my body.
My eyes widened. I tried to turn around and walk back the way I went, but a firm hand on my shoulder stopped any progress. My muscles tensed immediately.
"Now, darlin', I didn't say you could, ah, go." The scared man behind me tsked. The hand on my shoulder turn me around, I tried to avoid his eyes. I turned my head down, my heart pounding in my ears. A hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head up.
I looked frantically around, searching for anybody that could help. My mouth opened, I sucked a breath in to scream, and a hand stopped any sound from coming out of my mouth.
"Now, we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us, now would we?" His voice whispered in my ear. He pushed me up against the wall with his body flush against mine. A tear threatened to fall from my eyes. I closed my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else when a voice yelled from down the hall.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called, "Let go of her! Get back to your cell!" My eyes jerked open to see Dr. Crane walking swiftly down the hall, followed by two security guards. One tazed the Joker, and they carried him down the hall. Once the grip on my was gone, I fell to the floor. Quick reflexes on Crane's part kept me from hitting my head. He knelt down in front of me.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice. I nodded, "Good. Come on. Alfred's waiting for you. We'll talk about this at our next session." I nodded numbly.
Dr. Crane helped me to my feet. Once we were standing, my emotions got the better of me. Tears fell from my eyes, I wrapped my arms around my psychiatrist, burying my face in his black suit. I felt him tense up, then slowly relax a little, and put his hands on my shoulders. He pushed my gently, but firmly away.
I wiped my cheeks, "Thank you." I whispered. He nodded, then lead me down the hallway. We got to the front room where Alfred was waiting.
"Kristin! What happened?" My adoptive father asked when he saw my tear streaked face. "Is she okay?" He asked turning towards Dr. Crane.
"She a bit shaken up. She had a run-in with the Joker, but she'll be fine. I suggest letting her rest a bit." Dr. Crane stated emotionlessly. Alfred nodded.
"Of course." Crane nodded, then briskly walked away, not sparing a glance for me.
"Are you okay?" Alfred asked me seriously as we walked to the car. I nodded.
"I'm fine." I told my guardian quickly, trying to avoid the conversation.
As per usual, the drive home was silent. We lived in a guest house on the Wayne estate. Since Alfred used to, and still technically does work there. Once a week, he goes up to the manor and checks to see if everything is well with the house.
The Wayne's had died years ago, and their only son, Bruce, goes to Princeton University in New Jersey. I've never met him, just heard a lot from Alfred. Supposedly he's coming home for the release trail of Joe Chill, the man who murdered his parents. It's on Saturday. I don't think he should go though. Neither does Alfred, or Rachel for that matter. Rachel is Bruce's childhood friend, they've known each other for years. Must be nice.
I was pulled out of my reverie by Alfred shaking my shoulder tell me we were home. I walked slowly inside, it was cold, but I liked it. My birthday was in 6 days, on Sunday. I wasn't looking forward to it.
An hour later, dinner was on the table. I ate little, helped clean up then went to bed. It was one heck of a day. I went to sleep quickly, but it was restless, full of nightmares. I got little sleep that night.
The next few days passed quickly. Pretty soon it was Saturday. The day of the trial. I stayed in my room most of the day. Only coming out to meet Bruce, Alfred insisted. I heard them arguing while in the kitchen with Rachel.
Rachel was pretty, she had kind of a mousy look about her. I could tell Bruce liked her, and she liked him also. I watched their playful interaction from a bench against the east wall. Rachel looked at the time, the trial started soon. I took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and wished them good luck. They needed that, I don't think this was going to end well.
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