Chapter 2 - A day in the life of a psychopath

But first, a note to my reviewers:

The Jackal, I'm planning on explaining what she did to get in here in this chapter, I just want to make people wonder why a person like her would do something to get into a place like Arkham so no worries! My point was she was supposed to seem sane so you would wonder. And I hope she's not a Mary-Sue because I would die. T_T But of course she may be a Mary-Sue because I've never really written anything like this so we'll see! And I took your advice and am trying to incorporate more details. Thanks for your anonymous review!

Thanks to my other reviewers as well, KMN91 & Gen3683icy6. And for all the story alerts. It really means a lot to me!

My cell was dreary, and it wasn't because of the rain this early morning. It's poorly lit, and it's small. Just enough room for a twin bed and some walking room. It's bleach white with random stains that I don't even want to know about. It smells like straight bleach from when, I'm guessing, they cleaned before I arrived. There's windows on either side of the walls to my 'next door neighbors' but they're always blocked. I guess they like their privacy. There's a double thick window on my door and a slot for, well I'm guessing to handcuff the most dangerous ones before they exit or something like that. But most of the inmates use it for communication.
There's another window on the outside wall but I guess they don't clean it because well, I can barely see anything out of it.
The whitewash hallway is long, there's about a hundred and fifty cells in this Ward. It's wide enough for two people to walk at a time comfortably, three if you don't mind being squished.

I barely got any sleep last night. What from the wailing of some inmates, to the yelling of guards and such nonsense, to the Joker. Something about him makes me uneasy. I mean DUH! He's the Joker. It's something I'll have to get used to I guess. Breakfast will be in a couple hours so I have some time to kill. Then it's on to group therapy, lunch, and our free time. I wonder if I get any contact with the outside world.

I got up, to look out the cell to see if Steele was possibly out there so I could at least know what time it was, and the Joker is just standing there staring at me. I'd never seen him without his greasepaint. He was actually...Alright looking. But it was blatantly obvious that he patched up his scars on his own. I'm sure he was quite handsome before the scars happened. I'm not normally scared of things like him, but his stare chilled me to the bone. He slid open the slot on his door and leaned dwn slightly.

"I never, uh, got to know your name...Delicate." He said to me sinisterly.

"It's, uh, it's Raven." I said sliding open my own door.

"You sound anxious...Is it the scars?" He asked, raking his tongue over his lips

"No. I'm tired. It's just been a rough first night." I answered as normally as I could. If there was one fleck of uncertainty in someone's voice, he cold pick it out.

"So, uh, why-y," He stopped to run a hand through his green hair, as if he's just saying the first things that pop into his head and he needs to think about what he'll say next. "Is a little girl like you, in a place like this?" He asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-five." I answered, a little annoyed, people always thought I was still twenty and it got old. "And, you'll just have to wait until group therapy to find out. I don't just tell anybody what I do in my spare time." He chuckled lightly and walked away from the door. "Alright...Well...Nice talking to you I guess." I said, thinking aloud, walking back to my bed.

Breakfast was alright. I didn't expect it to be five star, no of course not. But it wasn't porridge and rotten bread, which was nice.
Edward came and sat by me with a few other people from our ward and we got along alright. A man named Jonathan Crane tried to sit at our table but everyone else wasn't in favor. I didn't see the Joker the whole time I was in the cafeteria, which was a little comforting. According to some of their stories, he's not the most famous person in the ward. It's hard to imagine all these people are insane because they all act so normal. I mean every once in a while someone will say something that makes me just stop and look at them, but other than that you'd think they're just normal people under unfortunate circumstances. But dear Lord, if I hear another riddle I'm going to kick someone.

"Ladies and gentleman of M Ward, it's time for group therapy. Please make your way to the therapy room." A nasal voice called over the loud speaker. Awesome. It's time for group therapy.

"This was Raven." Edward said waving me over to him. I walked over to him throwing my curly black hair into a ponytail, expecting this to be a long session.

When we got to the therapy room there were six therapy stations set up with different doctors and about ten chairs at each station in the large room. I just sat at the first station I saw and, what do you know, I got stationed at Dr. Collins' corner. It was a little comforting though that Ewdard was in my group and he sat next to me, Pamela was there too. Then, the Joker came and sat across from me. Awesome.

"Okay, welcome to group therapy everyone. Today, we have a new patient with us. Would you like to introduce yourself?" She asked me as if I was the new first grader in school.

"I'm Raven. Twenty-five. Resident of the Narrows. Whatever." I said from my seat.

"Now, Raven, I'm curious, as is everyone else, as to what happened to get you in here. You don't seem as if you should be in our ward."

"I was married to my first husband a few years ago." I started reluctantly. "We were happy I thought. Until I found out he was cheating on me. So, one night, I got angry. And I cut his penis off." I finished. I watched as everyone in my group, who were males, cringed and crossed their legs except for the Joker.

"Do you, uh, ever think you weren't that great of a fuck?" He asked, smacking his lips together.

"Joker, that's enough."

"I wasn't finished. I started dating a new guy six months ago and he pissed me off being a cocky little asshole. So, I took matters into my own hands, and set him and his house on fire. I took his kids over to their grandma's and told her I was leaving him and that he wouldn't come by to pick the kids up. It took the police in this shitty town this long to find me for the first murder. Didn't even realize I murdered a second until I said it. They're all idiots here." I said angrily. Pamela reached over, signaling me to give her a high five.

"Okay. I think that's enough for today. Steele, take all of these patients back to their cells please." Dr. Collins said uneasily, as if she actually convinced herself that I wasn't really crazy, that I was just here for fun.

People in Gotham really are dumb asses.

A/N: So0o0o0o0o there's the next chapter. I'm posting it a little early because I have family coming over this weekend, and I have homecoming tomorrow, so I probably wouldn't be on fanfiction during that time. So here's to early updates! Yaaaaay! *throws party*

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