Sorry for the wait, guys. A lot has happened to me in the past 2 years that kept me from working on this sorry

Blah, Blah, Blah = Narration

" Blah, Blah, Blah" = Talking

' Blah, Blah, Blah ' = Thinking

"TV " = Signs, Tv, etc.

Chapter 4

Evelyn P.O.V.

It was a typical day at the recreation room in Arkham Asylum.

The drooling mentally-handicapped happily playing with their toys, the paranoids curled into a ball or isolating themselves from the groups muttering quick incoherent babble, and the obsessive-compulsives putting anything that's out in the open into an orderly fashion or doing on-time rituals of their own preference. Some of the inmates conversed with each other while some others played board games together. The TV, which comes to find out only plays the news channel, stood watched by the usual few that even bothered to care about what's happening out in the real world. As for me, I was playing a game of Bullshit with the guy that had a seizure on me the other day in front of guards.

His explanation for it was not really easy for me to digest.

-Flashback –

I was watching the news in the rec room as usual; it seems as though I can't find anything to do but watch the screen. I don't know if it has anything to do with my fear of making any attachments with the wrong kind of people or my longing to speak with someone on my own level besides Frey. Speaking of Frey, I hadn't seen her today at all; not even in session. Maybe I shouldn't pay any mind to the matter besides I don't think she's absent for anything serious or so I hope.

"Pssh…Hey!"

I turned my head around at the whispering voice and was shocked to find him of all people back, the seizure chair man; he came by the side of me and sat down in one of the chairs, his eyes looking back in forth in a paranoid state like he was trying to hide something.

"I need to talk to you." He said again in that hushed tone.

"I can see that." I said in a deadpan tone before saying,

"Why are you whispering?"

"Look, just don't ask; just listen okay?" He pleaded with before explaining himself.

"About the other day, what you saw at that time, that wasn't me."

I inwartly sighed at those words.

"I know. You're sharing with a roommate; I'm used to being around people with problems."

'Another guy with D.I.D. Terrific….' I thought to myself.

"You're getting the wrong idea!" He exclaimed.

"Then enlighten me." I responded.

"The seizure was staged and it was to keep up appearances; the men in white don't know I'm still in bounds if you get my drift."

He whispered that part close in my ear to mark sure no one, but myself, heard it.

"How am I supposed to tell if you're really telling the truth and it's not just the meds talking?"

In this place, I couldn't help but be a little skeptical at his confession.

"Whether you like it or not, lady; it'll keep you trying to get an intelligent conversation from people that are no more than grown kids. You don't have to believe me but I'm offering you an outlet for communication with one with sense."

"…." Since he put it that way, I'll have to take his words with benefit of the doubt.

"I know what you're thinking but just have a few talks with me to just talk."

"Okay, let's say your glass isn't half full or gone. How were you able to get in this place without rising suspicion?" I responded in a hushed tone.

He answered in the same tone. "I had an old friend on the inside that managed to get me in here."

He came to me and whispered in my ear, "Believe me; this nuthouse is funded by people who aren't known for keeping their hands clean, if you know what I mean."

The steel entrance doors to the recreation room screeched open with the guards coming through. "Rec time over; back in your cells!"

As I saw the orderlies carry him, I kept going over what he said in my head.

-Now-

"Bullshit!"

"Wrong-o, missy"

He proved it by showing me that he indeed had an 8 diamonds.

"Come on, you been getting it wrong for at least 10 times already. Show a little trust, huh?"

"Isn't the point of the game to catch the person off-guard?" I responded.

"Okay, point taken; your move."

The game continued for a few moments until the two of us were down to our last few cards. He was clearly going to win this one since most of the higher level cards were already played. All I got to play was a Jack, 2 of diamonds, and a..

"Greetings, ladies and crazies!"

My train of thought slipped as I heard that voice and dared not to look at his direction.

I heard my friend swear under his breath as well.

"Jeff, is he coming this way?"

"No, thank god. Looks like we'll be seeing this screw-loose a lot more now."

"What did the news say about his trial? Why is he here? I thought he was going to Blackgate."

"Blackgate doesn't have what it takes to hold this kind of nut. From the trial, he's been in a maximum security prison once but he somehow ended up committing more homicides and managed to even poison most of the inmates by the food in the cafeteria. No prison would take him in after that. The only option was Arkham."

My mouth said the words before I could run them in my head, "I don't believe this."

"Believe it, lady. He's here for life."

I put my hands on my forehead trying to push back my growing anxiety and fear.

"Why hello there!"

I was hoping that Joker was talking to someone else but suddenly I feel huge long hands on her shoulders gripping me tightly.

"It's rude to not answer when someone speaks, girly!" Joker turns me around to face him and as I look at him, I try not to show fear or aggression. I was already paranoid and anxious about what I did to him. Joker's huge red grin widens as he said, "Well well, long time no smile, stranger!"

He starts to lean closer to my face which starts to make me edge away. His grin...his eyes...the way he looked at me...he hasn't forgotten about that time at all.

"You're quite the little imp when you're near the bat but now you look more of a mouse." His expression was growing more sadistic and I started to really fear for my safety. He then eyeballs the cards in my hand, "I would give you my card but it looks like you beat me to it!"

Joker laughs maniacally and in a flash, carries on to the next inmate. The card he mentioned, I felt it in my hand and now touching it feels akin to feeling hot acid and in that thought, I dropped my whole deck on the table.

That encounter made me not feel like playing cards anymore. Jeff looked surprised, "You don't want to finish up the game?"

"Honestly, I don't know if I'm gonna be in the mood for games for a long while." I admitted to Jeff as I walked away from him and towards a spot in the recreation room where I thought I would be less noticeable.

"Don't worry. I'll figure out a way to deal with you when I can." A deep yet dark, rumbling voice said close in my ear that made me jump and back away.

I saw Joker close to me grinning at me and then making his way towards the television as he started to chuckle deviously. I couldn't think anything as felt the faint sensation of my knees growing weak and my eyes starting to suddenly grow blurry and wet.

Evelyn P.O.V. - One month later during the night

Tonight felt surreal, then again, every night ever since that day felt that way. I've started to seclude myself inside my own cell not wanting to risk encountering him again. Since I began my voluntary isolation, I've started to reminisce about the good times of my life.

I never had a father but my mother was always there for me, through the good times and bad. Thinking about her made me want to cry. I haven't heard from her since the trial and I wasn't even allowed to contact her since they deemed me clinically insane that day. They thought my condition was too unstable for communication with her.

Thinking about it made my hate for this place and the so-called experts grow.

I heard the door open but I didn't bother to look back.

What's the point? Why care when no matter what I do or say, they're not gonna let me get out of here?

My body stilled when I heard nothing but deep low laughter. I knew that laugh...

I didn't want to look back. I did not want that...that...monster's face to be the last thing I see.

I heard the door close but I heard footsteps coming toward me. I couldn't help but get away from, backing away still not looking at him.

"Why so scared, girly? Is it the new duds? These were not my first-choice of wears, too dull and boring for my taste."

I heard him casually talking but I still kept my eyes away. I know what he's trying to do, he's trying to get me under a false sense of security so he could kill me when I least expect it. Like looking for some sick punchline for his own morbid jokes. He seems like the type to do it with him sporting the horror clown look. I felt a shadow come over me as I sensed a hand waving over my face.

"Hellooo? Anybody home? Do I have to let myself in?" He started to muffle his crazy chuckles. No doubt he's escaped with no one noticing. How else would he be in here? I cut to the chase not tolerating his casualness when I know of only one logical reason he's in here.

"Don't bother trying to draw this out. If you came in here to kill me, just do it. It's not like I have any hope of getting out of here. I might as well die."

I heard him respond rather sarcastically, "Oh, you're real fun. Besides who said anything about killing you? I came in here rather wanting to make a little deal."

"A deal?" I responded back.

"Mmm-hmm. I've been hearing some of our dear fellow inmates request for you lately."

Inmates? Wanting to see me? He's lying. "For what reason?"

"Why, to put smiles on their faces, of course!" He exclaimed in a cheerful tone.

Last I checked I didn't consider myself a comedian.

"You make it sound like I'm a funny person."

"I think you are, however..." He leans in close and gives a scary look, "if you don't think so, then maybe you aren't so interesting after all."

Those eyes...those sick and demonic looking eyes bore at me like he was about to get ready to do what I expected when suddenly my mouth became to speak on its own accord, betraying my resolve to accept death when it came. "I can be funny if you want me to."

When I saw his mouth grow and twist into a wide, jagged grin, my fear grew with it. "That's what I like to hear, sweet cheeks."

I see the clown man continue to look at me as he began to walk backwards without even bothering to look back.

"Let's see those quips of yours be put to good use."

Joker left the cell the same way he came in. My life is now in the hands of a psychopathic clown who's only giving me two choices: Either become his personal jester or become another victim of his deadly punch lines.

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