AN: In the last chapter, at the end of that chapter to be exact, Michael was reunited with someone from his past, and that someone just happens to be the Joker, arch nemesis to Batman. What is the relationship between Joker and Michael? Well, you are about to find out...

Quick Note: Travis is not with the five friends later as I mistakenly typed previously.

Chapter Four: A Friendly Visit to Arkham Asylum

Michael could not help but to smile as he saw The Joker looking at him with that smile on his face. Michael had only been here for a few weeks, but it was kind of nice to know that he had a kindred spirit in Arkham, that being someone that Michael looked forward to catching up with.

"So, what brings you to the flower field that is Arkham?" The Joker asked Michael.

"No idea, really." Michael said. "I tried to kill myself, and before I knew it, I was here."

"Yeah, Harley told me about that." The Joker said, running a hand through his green hair. The Joker looked at the various members of his crew that sat around Michael, and motioned for them to give the two privacy. They got up, and left"Listen, I have something to tell you, something that you might not like."

"Of course. As if it has been rainbows and lolipops up until now." Michael said.

"Once I found out about what happened to you, I wanted Harley to bring you out here, so that I could keep an eye on you." The Joker said.

"Makes sense. That is the reason that Charles did not hesitate to ship me off to Arkham." Michael said.

"I have been keeping an eye on you since you left, you know? Just waiting to see if you would ever need me. Guess that you did, huh?" The Joker said with a smile.

"A good thing that you did. It is nice to have a friendly face here." Michael said.

"Friendly face? Oh, you are talking about me. I am not a very nice guy." The Joker laughed.

"I really don't care, personally. What you did, and why you did it is your business." Michael said.

"I did enough to land myself here." Joker said, cackling.

Michael laughed as well. It was the first time since he was brought here that he was able to laugh, and it might be the last time a smile would cross his face.

Something strange happened the next day, something that Michael still could not put his finger on. What happened? Well, it was like this. Michael was in the commons area, looking at a TV, when he saw a promo featuring Miley, and her singing a song about being loyal to the ones that you love. Pretty hypocritical given the current situation, right? Of course it was, especially from where Michael was standing. Michael just stared at the television, watching what was happening right in front of him, and for some strange reason, he was getting angry, and more angrier as he continued to watch her on screen, constantly singing.

Then, that 'strange' thing happened. The tv exploded. Michael, and the other inmates that were watching the television, jumped in surprise. Michael looked around, and most were complaining that the Arkham officials were cheap bastards for putting a cheap TV in the rec room in the first place. It kind of wasn't a big deal for them, but Michael kind of felt like that he was responsible. No, scratch that, Michaek KNEW he caused the tv to blow up. Michael quietly slipped out of the room, and headed back to his room, a small smile on his face.

"So, what happened yesterday?" Dr. Young asked him. It was the day after what was mentioned earlier. Michael had a feeling that something was going on, and with Arkham being the place that it was, he knew that he had to tell Dr. Young something, but he better tell her enough, but not too much that she might get suspicious.

"I saw...her on TV." Michael said.

"Miley? your former girlfriend?" Dr. Young asked him.

"The very same." Michael confirmed. "She was singing a song about being loyal, and then I remembered what she did. What they did. It is their fault that I attempted to take my life, and now I am here. I was hoping that the TV would break, and it did."

"How are you dealing with the fact that Miley is dating someone else?" Dr. Young asked him.

"Fucking fine. I hope that they both contract AIDS." Michael said, not skipping a beat.

"That is kind of harsh." Dr. Young stated, taken aback a little.

"How Miley broke up with me was harsher." Michael said.

Dr. Young was silent for a minute, then she spoke up. "Michael, I was told that you were talking to the Joker on a fairly frequent basis. Why?"

"We became friends." Michael lied. Again, he is going to tell her enough, but not too much that she gets suspicious.

"Okay." Dr. Young said, and Michael knew then that she did not believe her.

"Joker is a high risk prisoner, and I have to advise you to stay away from him." Dr. Young said.

"Sure." Michael said, laughing in his mind. Joker looked out for him for a long time. He was probably the only one Michael could trust.

Arkham Asylum looked like a prison, and to the outside viewer, it was. Well, Arkham Asylum WAS a prison, for criminals, and criminally insane. What was inside of there, Melody, Christian, Miley, Oliver and Lilly could not have guessed. Christian carefully drove up to the main gate, and stopped to ring the buzzer.

"Can I help you?" The voice said.

"Hi. Five are here to see an inmate." Christian said.

"Which inmate?" The voice asked again.

"Michael Christopher Harris." Christian replied.

"Pull up to the gate." The voice replied. Christian sighed, and carefully pulled around, and then parked the car in the visitors lot. THe five got out, and took a look at the gloom that was Arkham Asylum.

"Wow, Michael is in there?" Lilly asked.

"Yup, Charles shipped him here without a second thought." Christian said.

"I just want to see Michael." Melody said, walking to the front door, not waiting to see her brother.

Christian rushed after her, but Miley, Lilly, and Oliver hung back.

"Miley, do they know that you and Michael are broken up?" Oliver asked.

"No, and I plan on telling them once we get back." Miley whispered.

"Really?" Lilly asked in disbelief.

"Really." Miley said, moving to catch up with them.

Melody paced in the waiting room, waiting for Michael to come in. Christian sat in a seat, waiting for him as well. Seeing as how he was an inmate under certain circumstances, Michael was only allowed to see family. That meant only Melody and Christian were gonna see him. Michael made his appearence, dressed in his Arkham inmate clothes, also in his signature look with glasses on with his long blonde hair in a ponytail.

Melody ran up, and hugged him tightly. Christian almost had to pull him out of her grip so they could take a seat at a nearby table.

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum. How nice of you to join me." Michael said in a cheerful tone.

"Miley, Lilly, and Oliver are waiting outside. They couldn't see you because they aren't family members." Melody said.

"Nice to see that your sense of humor has not disappeared." Christian said. "So, how have you been?"

"Fine, all things considering." Michael said with a smile. "I have gotten used to being here, which can't be good if you think about it."

"Michael, why are you here? Did Charles explain anything to you?" Melody asked him.

"Nope. I have been thinking about that though." Michael answered. "I think that Charles knows something about me and that is why he sent me out here."

"Could be, or it could be that he is just wanting you to get some help." Christian said.

"Whatever." Michael said. "It's not like I am gonna try that again."

"Michael, why did you try to kill yourself?" Melody asked him.

"I could tell you, but I'm not." Michael said. "Come out here by yourselves next time, and I will tell you then." Michael said, somewhat smirking.

Christian and Melody shared a look. There was something Michael was not telling them, and with Michael Harris, that meant he had something bad for someone...

After his visit, Michael was going back to his room, when he saw a note on his bed. Michael picked up the note, and read it.

Dear Michael.

So? That little brunette is the one that you tried to kill yourself for? I take it that by the way she was standing around, looking nervous that she was kind of scared to be here. Don't worry about her. Listen, I still haven't forgotten my promise that I made to you when you were a little boy. I still, and will always lookout for you. You are like a son to me.

~J

Michael smiled, and placed the note on his stand. Joker had a way with words, he had to give him that. Michael sat on his bed, and stared out at the sunset. He couldn't explain it, but Michael felt that his days at Arkham Asylum were coming to an end, and that was a good thing.

Michael woke at night, feeling like he was on fire. He kicked off the sheets, and went over to the moonlight, which was the only light in the room at this time, holding up his right arm to see what was going on. He noticed that there was a tattoo, a tattoo of a dragon covering his arm.

"What the hell?" Michael said in disbelief.

AN: Trust me, that tattoo is gonna come into play in the near future. Michael is gonna find out that he has powers, and then, Joker decides it will be time for them to leave Arkham. By force of course.