I do not own Batman, Joker, Harley, or any Batman rogue, so that goes for Scarecrow, too. I wish I did, though. Oh well, until I do, I'll just keep him on lease for a while.
"Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to survive here!"
"Chill Angie, it's just Arkham; how bad can it be?"
"Well, considering they've got us locked up in these tiny rooms, it's very bad. I'm claustrophobic, you know that!"
"Look on the bright side; I got to keep my Ipod and laptop, and you got to keep your nail file and mp3 player. If you're done whining now, I'm going to listen to Three Days Grace."
The guards came around to lead them to the cafeteria for lunch. Angie followed somewhat reluctantly behind, while Becca just followed them, still listening to her music. When they got there, Angie gulped. She tapped Becca on the shoulder, who reluctantly removed her headphones. "What?"
"Becca, they all look so hostile," whispered Angie.
Becca rolled her eyes. "Gee, Angie, maybe because Arkham is full of the most anti-social people in Gotham. You know what; I think I'll fit in around here. You, on the other hand. . ."
The two of them found an empty table in the back of the cafeteria and sat down.
"Ugh, and I though the mall's food was inedible."
"Yeah, but it's kind of like a school cafeteria. The food is horrible, and everybody sits with different people, like cliques."
Angie looked confused. "I didn't know you cared about cliques, Becca."
"Well, when one is viewed as a social outcast, one must think like a social outcast, and that is to spite all cliques, so we have to pay attention to them."
Angie still looked confused. Becca sighed. "Look, I'll show you. The dummies that are all brawn and no brain, like jocks, are Killer Croc and Lock Up. The ones who are all brain and use cunning and intelligence would be Mad Hatter, Riddler, and Scarecrow. The complete nut cases are Joker, Harley Quinn, and Two Face."
"But I though he wasn't all that nutty."
"The guy probably flips a coin each morning to decide if he wears boxers or briefs; I'd say he's got issues."
The conversation continued like that, with mentions of Penguin as a spoiled rich kid and Poison Ivy as a preppy cheerleader.
"Come to think of it, Angie, you two would probably get along all right."
"Oh, Shut up and listen to your music."
"Gladly; so, how long do you think we'll last?"
"What?"
"How long before we lose it?"
"I don't know about you, but I can't take much more of this place. I'd rather be helping Batman put people in here, not be put in here myself."
"I wouldn't say that too loud if I were you." Harley Quinn had walked up to their table, making them jump a bit. "If some of these guys found out Blondie here liked Batman enough ta sign on with him, they'd pummel ya. Best keep it down, okay kiddo?"
Angie gulped and nodded. Harley smiled. "Good. So, how about you, little miss gloom n' doom, you like Bat Bozo too?"
Becca grimaced. "No way, I came to Gotham so I could watch him get beat to a bloody pulp; either that or beat him myself. Hey, I already gave him a concussion."
By now, the Joker's henchgirl had taken a seat across from them. She was the first one out of all the inmates to acknowledge their presence. Aside from the occasional glance, most inmates had ignored them. The three of them kept talking until the guards came back and lunch was over.
"All right, back to your cells," another guard came in to show the girls back to the glass cells.
Becca noticed how the cells were arranged. Angie was to her right, Harley was to her left, and the cell across from her was currently empty. A few minutes later Jonathan Crane was shoved into the vacant cell.
"No need to be so rough," he snapped at the guard, who simply smirked and slammed the cell door shut.
Becca winced. "Gee, you'd think that they're trying to break the doors or something. Hey Angie?"
"Yeah?"
"How much force do you think it would take to break this glass?"
"A lot, why?"
Becca grinned. "Oh, no reason. No reason at all."
Angie groaned. "Becca, you are going to get into trouble one of these days."
Becca sighed and rolled her eyes. "Angie, let me explain something to you. I am in Arkham Asylum for giving Batman a concussion and revealing his secret identity; I'm already in trouble, so I don't think I can get into any more trouble."
"Oh. Hey, did you hear about Brad and Katie?"
"Wait, let me guess; they broke up again."
"Yeah, how did you know?"
Becca raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious? Those two are always breaking up and getting back together! I swear, the day hey either split apart or get together for good is the day The Joker is declared healthy, happy, and sane. Sure, he may be happy and healthy, but sane? Not gonna happen!"
Angie had nothing to say to that. Instead, she took her nail file from underneath her pillow and began filing her nails. Becca, who was bored, decided to see if she could have some fun, so she rose from the bed and sat by the glass wall that separated her and Angie.
"Angie, look at this."
Angie watched as her best friend let out a breath, which fogged up the glass, and began writing "Why So Serious?" on the glass while adding a demented smiley face at the bottom. She rolled her eyes and continued filing her nails. Becca frowned.
"Huh, well you're no fun!" She stood and walked to the front of her cell and sat down once again. Once again, she fogged up the glass, but this time, she drew a stick figure batman hanging from a noose. It was easy to tell it was Batman, for the stick figure had cape and a cowl with bat ears. She giggled as she drew more ways for Batman to die.
Becca was so busy keeping herself entertained that she didn't even notice Jonathan Crane watching her from across the hall.
A/N: Please review! Reviews make me happy, and a happy writer is a productive writer :)