AN: Third chapter in as many days. I have an idea as to how this story is going to go, but if it will go that way, no idea at this point. Anyways, as of last chapter, Michael got the "good news" that he now resides in Arkham Asylum. Now as he gets used to the place, he sees an all too familar face, and the scary thing? It is a friendly face...
Chapter Three: Welcome to Arkham
It took a moment to register what Dr. Young told him. Michael sat up, and stared at her intently. When she began to feel uneasy, Michael turned away, not trying to scare her. As he took a glimpse of his room, he knew what she said was true. He was in Arkham, and to make things worse, he was in the mental ward, by the looks of it. The padded walls, and he had no shoelaces was all too obvious as to the fact that he was indeed in the mental ward of Arkham. Then he remembered what Dr. Young told him earlier.
"Doc, who exactly gave my brother permission to send me here?" Michael asked.
"Judging by the looks of it..." Dr. Young's voice trailed off as she checked her sheets for a moment, looking away from Michael, and when she did, she spoke tot him once more.
"Your brother said that it was okay for them to send you here." Dr. Young said.
That motherfucker. Michael thought.
"Michael, I have been assigned to make sure that you will recover enough to function." Dr. Young said.
"I am not going to leave here, am I?" Michael asked her.
"Sorry, but not anytime in the near future." Dr. Young said.
"Great." Michael moaned, sitting back on his mattress, and what no one could call a bed.
"Don't worry, Michael, I will help you get better and back on your feet." Dr. Young said.
"Thanks." Michael said back. He really couldn't be mad at her. She wasn't the reason that he was in this hole. His brother was, and when he got out of here...
How could Michael explain his first few days at Arkham? Well, to say the least, it was uneventful. Michael basically got the lowdown on the rules, and how things were gonna be at Arkham while he was a resident there. He heard stories about what type of things were happening here, and to need to mention that most of Gotham's finest criminals were residing in the walls of Arkham. See, Michael was by no means a stupid guy. On the contrary, he was rather bright, borderline genius if you will. Anyway, Michael knew that Arkham was not a safe place to be, nor was it secure.
The residents of Arkham were, as it could best be said, lest than savory characters. Hell, some had supernatural powers and had to be separated from the general public so that they would not be able to escape from the prison.
There was one thing that Michael knew that he had to do if he was to survive in Arkham, and that was to make some friends while he was here. If that sounds crazy, it was, because with the cast at Arkham, that meant that he had to find a familiar face, if there was one here.
There was, of course, and Michael knew exactly who he should talk to...
Melody felt sullen as she walked through the hall to Michael's room. She opened the door, and saw that it really did look like he was not coming back. The walls were bare, and had shadows that signaled that the pictures and posters that once littered the wall were long gone. Melody stood at the doorway, and took a look around the room, and what caught her eye was the empty closet in Michael's room.
The closet, besides empty hangers that were hanging on the bar in the closet, was empty. Obviously, Melody thought, maybe because Charles didn't want a reminder of Michael being around to bother his conscience,you know? It made him feel guilty that he sent Michael away, and he felt that something bad was going to happen in the future.
As she stood there, and further thought about it, Melody felt as though her worst fear was coming true. Maybe Michael was not coming back, after all.
Christian knocked on the front door, hoping that Melody was gonna answer, and to his relief, Melody opened the door, and let him in. Christian took a mental note that her eyes was red, mostly because she might have been crying due to Michael being gone. Melody was really taking this hard, and Christian couldn't, nor could he blame her, for being a little broken up about this entire situation.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you." Christian said. "How are you doing?"
"Not too well." Melody said. "I still can't believe he is gone, you know?"
"I still can't wrap my mind around it. It really bothers me that he tried to kill himself, and I really want to know why he did it in front of my house?" Christian asked.
"I am really worried about him now." Melody said. "I wonder what he is going to do to survive in there?"
"Melody, this is Michael we are talking about here." Christian said. "He has been through way worse, and I believe that he will be fine."
"How can you be so sure?" Melody asked him.
"I know my cousin." Christian said. "Besides, I plan on going out there to see him."
"Really? I hate to ask, but can I come with you?" Melody almost pleaded with him.
"Sure, that is what I came over here to ask you about, if you want to come with us." Christian said.
"'Us'? Who else is coming with the two of us?" Melody asked him.
"Miley, Oliver, and Lilly. Just the three of them." Christian said.
"Okay, fine. I just to see Michael." Melody said.
The day went on as normal as the last day. Well, all things considering, of course. It was about lunchtime, and Michael was sitting alone at the lunch table, casually eating his food, if you can call it that, when he felt himself become surrounded. Michael did not even bother to look to see who was sitting with him. He mostly was apathetic because he was already in a bad mood because he was sitting here, but then he heard an all too familiar voice speak to him.
"Well, Harley was right. I can't believe that you are here. My, my, how much you have grown." The voice said.
Michael looked up, and let a smirk cross his face as he saw the familiar painted face of the Joker himself.
United at last, he thought.
AN: I am going to reveal a lot about Joker's and Michael's relationship, as well as a timely visit from Michael's friends and family.