Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, the joker or anything else except for my character(s)
And the fish on Gordon's desk were betas :D
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Gordon POV
As he arrived at the asylum an eerie silence permeated the air and set his teeth on edge, the screaming and shouting from the phone call had completely disappeared as if it had never happened and it was creeping him out. He pulled out his gun and, with it ready, pushed open the door...It looked completely normal, nothing was out of place, the only things missing was the employees. As he and the officers he had brought cautiously opened the door to the block where the patients were kept, they all tensed in readiness as they looked down the rows of doors, expecting all to be open. But all of them were closed and when Gordon looked into a few rooms it looked like all the patients were sleeping. However when he went back out into the lobby and went through the door marked "Staff Lounge" a gruesome sight met his eyes. All the chairs in the lounge had been arranged in a rectangle and all the staff were tied to the chairs with their throats slit. The blood had been used to create a crude copy of a joker card. The stench nearly overwhelmed him and he was forced to cover his nose and mouth. After motioning to two of the officers the examine the scene, he left the room with the rest and, with suspicion growing in his mind, walked back towards the patients quarters.
It was still unusually quiet as he checked the first and was only a bit surprised to find it open, but, when he opened it completely and checked the man on the cot, he saw that the man was dead, his throat cut in the same way as the staff. When he walked out of the room his officers confirmed his suspicions further as they all said that the ones they had checked were all dead. One, a rookie, looked scared enough to just run out screaming...
Len POV
She and Mr. Wayne were Riding back in his car...that is if you could call it a car, it was more like a small limo, but it was comfortable so she wasn't going to complain, She yawned then stared out the window in the general direction of the Asylum as her eyes drifted closed.
When she woke up they were just pulling into the driveway of the mansion, she sleepily sat up and got out of the car, glancing around, still slightly amazed that she was living here. After a quick stop at the library to grab a book and a glass of water she went up to her room and settled down to read for a bit. she managed to read a few pages before falling asleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling unusually restless, she felt a cold breeze and noticed with a small frown that the window was open. As she went over to close it something grabbed her from behind, stifling her shout with a piece of duct tape. An insane laugh sounded in her ears as a pair of hands pushed her out the window....
She snapped her eyes open and had to scramble to not fall off the bed, after pulling herself up she sat up in the center of her bed, feeling a slight sheen of cold sweat all over her body. That was one hell of a scary and lifelike dream. She groped blindly for the glass of water on the bedside table and, spilling some of it on her face, took a long gulp. Feeling the terror of the dream fading she set the glass back down and after drying her face she nestled back under the covers again, falling asleep after a while and sleeping soundly through the night with no other nightmares or lifelike dreams.
