The white van stopped, the back doors swung open to reveal three men. One of them in a white coat. He had a cheery smile but his scent told Kat he was scared of her.
"Welcome to Arkham Asylum Miss Tailer…" he smiled glancing down at the piece of paper in his hand, the one the Bat left.
"It Doctor, Dr. Tailer," snarled Kat.
The man in the white coat looked shocked, "um… Dr. Tailer then…I'm Doctor Logan I will be your Doctor here during your stay."
Kat was silent
"Do you know why you're here?" inquired Dr. Logan
"Well quite obviously you and the rest of society seem to think I'm insane." challenged in a sarcastic manner.
Dr. Logan took this all in his stride he must have been used to this sort of behaviour.
"You are ill Dr, Tailer and you have quite serious charges against you name."
"So you're saying I'm a nut job." Kat grew tired of this game, this Dr. Logan was treating her like a child.
"No, you are simply here to get better, if you would like to come with me we'll get you into some clean clothes and show you to your room."
He was making it sound like she was at a hotel, she hated it. She was in an insane asylum but he was sugar coating it, she couldn't make a fuss around this man her dignity would suffer if she did.
The two other men clambered into the van and began to gently pull her out. The police officers then slammed the doors of the van shut. Kat gave out an ear piercing yowl.
"Hey! Watch the tail! It's not fake you know!" growled Kat.
Her tail was clamped in between the van doors. Quickly one of the policemen opened the doors and released her tail, but over her should Kat could see a smirk on the officer's face.
"Asshole," breathed Kat and the orderlies marched her into her new home.
They walked through the front doors and Kat was a little surprised by the state of the place, it wasn't dazzlingly bright white like you would expect a mental hospital to be but instead was quite dark and rather dingy.
'Well when you see the rest of Gotham you kind of expect something like this,' Kat silently shrugged to herself. The area where she had been living had been a dump, crime wasn't an odd occurrence in Gotham which meant that her robberies hadn't been a big media scandal, some had picked up on it though… probably because of the mask and calling card she left.
As they approached the front desk Dr. Logan stopped walking.
"This is where I leave you. Your first mental evaluation will be with me tomorrow morning. Warden Quincy Sharp may also be attending." He then handed a clip board to one of the two men leading Kat. "Cell 516." He told them.
They started walking again, towards to large, metal doors with the title 'High Security'.
"This is nuts," mumbled Kat. "I don't belong here."
"Sure ya don't," The larger of the two orderlies chuckled slyly at her.
"Listen to me! I was making them better. They just weren't strong enough and they tried to resist the change! It was they're own faults they ended up dead!" Kat was becoming desperate, she wasn't afraid to fight back now. Dr. Logan wasn't here, she didn't need her pride. This wasn't a sugar coated lie, this was a sour truth.
"You're here because you're insane, got it? Now shut up!" he growled at her.
They shoved her into a small cubicle and slammed the door shut.
"Get changed." He ordered her.
"Into what?" she replied.
"The change of clothes idiot." This came from the smaller one.
"I'm not an idiot, I have a degree in veterinarian science." Snarled Kat.
"Fat lot of good that did ya!" again the smaller one yelled this through the closed door.
Kat turned away from the door and sure enough sitting there was a pair of light blue trousers and a matching shirt. Reluctantly she took off her t-shirt and jeans and pulled on the Arkham uniform. As she inspected herself she discovered a small white patch of white over her left breast. Looking closer at it, it was a label, for her.
It stated;
[Arkham Asylum ]
[Patient No. 4480 ]
[Katherine A. Tailer]
'So this is what I'm reduced to…a number.'
She turned to the door and banged on it twice.
"Can I come out now? I've changed" she yelled
The door opened and Kat was lead out again through a corridor lined with cells that had one glass wall facing outwards so that the doctors could see in.
"I don't belong here!" she yelled again, she was beginning to become manic. "Let me go!" trying to pull away from the orderlies but they were too strong and she too tired and bruised to try for long.
510, 512, 514 passing cellsthat weren't hers. Soon it would be too late she had to try again, she had to get out of here.
"Let me go I'm not insane!"
The ruckus of her pulling away from the orderlies kicking and yelling seemed to stir the patient in Cell 517 who was too be her neighbour. Their figure moved in their bed. Kat was suddenly shoved into her cell. Before she could turn again the door was slammed. She had to hit something just to get the anger out of her system. She looked up, a solitary light bulb hanging by a thread. She slashed at it and it shattered into hundreds of pieces that showered down on her head, killing all the light in her cell. Except for a small strip near the glass wall from the light in the corridor.
"That's quite a temper you've got there," a voice giggled behind her.
