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When Joker Met Harley
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Because of the laws set in place by the government for the rights of Mentally Ill, they were unable to keep the joker isolated in a room at all times. It had been weeks since he was brought in, and given every sort of mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, and other psychological medication known to the medical community.
Two months after his admittance, he was deemed safe enough to be released into the population for a few hours each day, although the straight jacket remained tightly in place. He sat hunched over in a chair in the community room where other mentality ill patients were allowed to mingle and roam as they wished within the building. Nothing about his person moved, he didn’t speak, he didn’t make a sound. He just starred at the floor for long periods of time.
Every once in a while his tired looking eyes would shift towards patients in the room. Just watching them. Their movement caught his eye and they would turn in that direction. But just his eyes. It was like being caught in a dream you couldn’t wake up from. No beginning, no end, hardly any sense to be made.
There was an elderly man walking around mumbling to himself searching for something he apparently thought he had lost. He was frail and weak, and dressed in a medical nightgown. Almost no hair, and the wrinkles of his face told of his age.
At a table not to far away, there were two imamates playing checkers. A large yet childlike man who would seem to one as the very stereotype of an imbecile. Sitting across from him was slightly smaller man in size. They both starred at the checkerboard in silence. Each time one would make a movie and collect a plastic checker, he would pop it into his mouth as if it were nothing more then a cracker or chip.
On the far side of the room, there was a woman who seemed to have gotten her hands on a towel or some such wad of material and balled it up, rocking it in her arms singing to it off key. Her hair was ratted out nearly a foot all over her head, and every once in a while she would take the make believe baby and bash it’s head into the chair before saying she was sorry and smoothing out the towel clutching it close and singing again.
Just then, a face appeared before his eyes. A young girl, perhaps no more then 17 or 18 bent over in front of him, tilting her head to one side so she was nearly looking at him upside down. She didn’t seem like the others. She had a smile on her face, and a light in her green eyes instead of their being gray, cloudy and dim. “You must be the new one everyone has been talking about.” She said still looking at him strangely. Almost as if viewing him from an inverted point was somehow intriguing.
Then she stood up straight and plopped down in the chair near him swinging her feet about under her. “Not them of course.” She said looking around at the other imamates. “No one really talks. Not really.” She said before looking at him again. “I mean the nurses and the doctors. They always talk about you.” She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees on the chair. “They say things like ‘he’s naughty he plays with fire and gasoline and bullets and knives’.” She said mocking them. Her hair was dark black, but pulled into two neat and even braids on either side of her head. Leaning forward towards him she whispered, “I think they’re just afraid of you.” She said with a tone of mischief in her voice. Revealing what she thought was a secret. “They just say those things so no one will know just how scared they are.”
“Jane . . . . you know your not supposed to be to close to the male patients.” A nurse said from behind the counter through the window she had opened. She sat up looking towards the nurse a moment as if she was being accused of something she knew she had been guilty of but acting as if she didn’t know any better. She nodded and pushed her chair back a few feet. It was enough apparently to satisfy the nurse as she closed the window back and went to work.
As soon as she did, the young woman moved her chair closer to the joker again. “That’s my name by the way. Jane. Jane Doe.” She giggled a little, “Not really, that’s just what they call me. I don’t have a name.” His eyes closed and opened tiredly just watching her. She frowned a little bit seeing how he was. “They did this to you . . . I know. They did it to me too. When they first brought me here.” She sat back in her chair and wrapped her arms around her knees again. “I know what it’s like. You’re in there still. It’s like dreaming, not really sure if it’s real or not. But it is. I’m really here.” She looked towards the counter where the nurses were stationed behind the safety glass seeing that no one was looking their way. Scooting a little closer she leaned over towards him again and whispered in his ear, “If you pretend long enough, you’ll start to wake up from the dream. They’ll stop giving you so much.”
“Medications!” a nurse said carrying a clip board and a tray coming in from the big security door as it closed and locked behind her. She started to move from patient to patient. Handing each two small paper cups. One of water and the other containing whatever medications they were prescribing. When she came to Jane she handed her the two cups. Jane smiled at the nurse and took them. “Jane, you know the rules.” She said. Jane nodded and pushed her chair back away from Joker several feet finally hitting the wall next to the steel bar windows. The nurse smiled at her, in approval. She looked at Jane waiting for her to take the medications.
Jane smiled back and slipped the pills in her mouth, starting to drink the water. The sound of something falling by the nurses feet made her look down behind her a second to see what it was. A small paperclip seemed to have fallen from her person. As soon as the nurse bent down to pick it up, Jane turned her head shooting the pills from her mouth out the window before returning her lips to her cup as if she never left. The nurse turned to see her finish her water and took the cups. “Open.” She said wanting to make sure she swallowed them. When there were no pills in her mouth, the nurse gave a nod, satisfied she had taken them.
Instantly Jane stood and started walking out of the room back to the dorms. As she passed by Joker, she whispered, “And they trust you to take your own meds.” She gave him a wink before skipping towards the door and knocking. The guard had her put her hands out and turn around before opening the door for her. As she passed by the desk her hand moved over a stack of papers, three paperclips seemed to disappear completely.
A small smile appeared at the corner of the Joker’s mouth seeing this before the door closed completely.
Patient Progress
A doctor walked out into the hallway just as another doctor was walking by nearly running into each other as they were both looking over patient evaluations. “Oh I’m sorry Dr. Wilkins. Didn’t see you there.” He said.
“That’s quite alright Dr. Sinclair. You have the Joker case don’t you?” He inquired.
“Yes. Yes I do. I just finished his six month evaluation. He’s progressing nicely I think. Not one outburst, threat, or any other signs of violent behavior or even a desire for it. Sadistic tendencies seem to have decreased greatly as well.” He flipped through the pages, “I want to start slow, but I’ve decreased some of his medications. See what sort of difference that makes.”
“That’s absolutely amazing. I wish you luck.” He said with a smile to his colleague.
Sinclair looked at the door that Wilkins had come out of, seeing that he had an evaluation as well. “And what of your patient? How is she coming along?”
“Well.” He said looking at his chart at the file information, “Jane Doe, was brought to us without a name and she doesn’t seem to want to give us her real one, or she truly doesn’t know it. Her file was tagged red, as she was deemed a large danger to others.” He flipped over a few pages, “She’s been here almost two years now. No violence, no bad behavior, no sign of thoughts of harm to herself or others . . . “ He said reading off her progress report. “She seems to be doing fine. But I can’t recommend any sort of release for Jane. Considering the severity of her case, and her history, I don’t think she’ll ever be well enough to leave Arkem. According to her medical records she appears to show up with bruises and scrapes from now an again, but it’s likely she’s doing them to herself. No, I think this will be Jane’s home from now on.” The two doctors talked another moment before one invited the other to a late supper before they exited the hallway.
Behind the door that Wilkins’s had come out of, Jane sat at the base of it hearing what had been said. Her eyes were filled with tears as she kept her ear leaned against the door closing her eyes as the tears escaped and slid down her cheeks. She pulled the torn cloth of her clothes over her body and buried her face in her knees.
Improvements
Two months went by, and they continued to decrease the Joker’s medication, seeing improvement in each stage feeling that he could do without medication less and less as his sadistic and sociopath seemed to not come back. Now, his eyes were a bit clearer, and the dream like feeling had receded. But all the while, he was quietly listening and watching everything around him.
His favorite past time was to watch Jane. It seemed he was the only one who knew that she was responsible for the majority of the pranks and mishaps in the hospital. She would swipe little objects such as staples, paperclips, erasers, and whatever else she could get her hands on, and cause absolute chaos with them. She was quite the little pest, and yet no one knew how cleaver and mischievous she was. Except him.
One afternoon, he saw Jane move from one nurse to another talking to them with her normal bright and cheery attitude, a smile gracing her lips. After she had talked to each and every one, she looked over seeing the Joker sitting in the corner quietly. He had already learned from what she had told him months before, and kept the same subdued calm controlled demeanor that the staff felt they had created in him.
Jane moved over towards him and slipped into the chair across the table. “Hello Mr. J.” She said with her eyes turned towards the window, making it seem like she was simply enjoying the view rather then interacting with him as she was forbidden to do. “Watch this.” She said a soft smile on her lips. The gleam in her eye was indication that she had been up to something.
When the nurses had finished passing out the medication, they returned to the doors and began to slide their ID cards. However, when at last the door beeped to open, it was followed by the sound of an alarm and the sprinkler system in the nurses station behind the glass turned on full blast. There didn’t seem to be anything that could be done about it, as their ID cards weren’t working to let them out to try and get the system turned off. There was all sorts of panic and commotion because the records that were in the room were getting soaked.
Jane’s smile turned into a grin when she saw how well her plan had turned out, and she looked at the Joker and winked before getting up and heading over to the door on the opposite side of the community room that led to the dorms. The joker watched in silence at the absolute chaos she had caused for the third time that week. And no one suspected her in the slightest. A quiet smile gracing his lips.
A Helping Hand
Yet another month passed by, and by this time he was handed his pills to take like a good little drone, and had learned a few of Harley’s tricks to avoid taking them. Now his eyes were very clear and his mind was no longer clouded. In fact, his mind was so clear that it seemed he had been incarcerated here for long enough. He had studied every move, every word, everything about the hospital around him while the nurses and doctors went on thinking he was still in his vegetative state. Not even thinking about the potential danger he was anymore.
One morning, Jane walked passed him in the community room and slipped a paper clip into his hand. She had been supplying him with them since the first day they included him in medication call. This one was a large paper clip that was stronger then the smaller ones that she sometimes picked up. It was just the thing he needed.
Something else had caught his eye as well. Three of the male doctors that he saw in the hallways and even some that had evaluated him, had an air of indecency about them. He saw this in the way they looked at Jane and passed by her or even called her out of the population for a ‘therapy’ session. But the thing that told him exactly what sort of men these were, was how Jane reacted to them. It was the only time her cheery way, and smile seemed to melt away from her face and her eyes turn towards the floor. It was for the briefest of moments, and unless someone was watching her as often and as closely as the Joker was, they wouldn’t even notice. She would catch herself and the smile would instantly reappear on her face. That brief moment of absolute terror in her eyes, seemed to both excite and enrage the Joker. He felt his blood boil, and then wonder why.
The fact was, he had grown very fond of Jane. She seemed to be the mischievous mistress of Chaos and this appealed to him a great deal. She was very intelligent and witty, and could think on her feet. She had quite a bit of potential, and her talents were undeniable. Then there was the most extraordinary thing that seemed to matter most of all; she understood him. Something that no one else in the world could claim to do. The longer he watched her, the more he realized that she was much more dangerous and capable then she seemed. He could see it there, just under the surface, begging to be let free. But in this particular place, she had to keep it hidden otherwise they would fill her with drugs and turn her into a drooling vegetable. Inmates were less trouble that way. If she couldn’t have her freedom physically, she would have her freedom mentally.
Late that night in the darkness, Jane lie awake in her bed in her small cell starring at the ceiling. Even when she tried not to think about the situation she was in, reality still seemed intent on finding her in the darkness and filling her mind with uneasiness. The sound of a small click filled the silence catching Jane’s attention as she slowly sat up. Then another click soon followed. Pushing her blanket and sheet off of her she slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. Standing up one her toes she peered out of the small square window trying to see what it was.
“My Jokes are bad but this place is a laugh riot.” She heard in a sinister whispered voice. Jane’s eyes went wide as she hunched down next to the door following where she heard the voice come from. She pressed her ear to the crack of the door listening. “Do you like knives? I do. I prefer them so much more then guns.”
Jane smiled a bit, “Mr. J . . . you shouldn’t be out of your restraints and cell. You’ll be caught and they’ll turn your head all mushy again.” She said trying to see through the door but the space between the door and the doorway was simply to small.
“You don’t seem afraid of me. That’s rare.” He said. “But you didn’t answer me.”
She paused a moment as the look in her eyes seemed to sparkle. “I would give my soul for a knife . . . I so desperately want to carve little pieces from the doctors here . . . and keep their eyes in a box under by bed.” She grinned, “And play marbles with them whenever I get bored.”
She heard a sinister laugh follow at her words, and she smiled even more as her eyes lit up becoming more excited at the sound. Perhaps it was from the first day she saw him, or during the course of the weeks that followed, but she desperately wanted to please him however possible. That might have been the reason for the dramatic increase in pranks and practical jokes that had spread through the halls of Arkum.
A History
The Joker had become quite the expert of releasing himself from his restraints and cell during the late night. He was able to go anywhere he wished in the hospital learning the in’s and out’s of the majority of the building, along with Jane’s help.
One night, he found himself bored as could be. There was nothing to do and he wasn’t quite ready to break out just yet. Instead, he made his way down into the basement of the mental asylum. It was filled with patient records, as well as doctors history files. “This should be entertaining.” He said with a grin as he began to search through the doctors files wanting to learn all their secrets.
It kept his nights busy for a few weeks, sorting through file after file, laughing to himself at all of the dirty little skeletons that were hidden in the closets of these so called “Sane” and “Good men.
On a Tuesday night, he opened a file and began to thumb through it, but stopped when something caught his eye. A file that had been labeled “Jane Doe” with a crude black and white picture of the woman who had become quite useful and filled the halls with chaos and confusion daily for his amusement. Instantly dropping the file he held he reached over and snatched it.
He began to read about Jane’s life, her talents, and skills that had been documented. Her name was still unknown, but it seemed that the bit of evidence they had to go on in finding her true identity was her flexibility and gymnastic skills. She was incredibly agile, and it seemed that the explanation for this was that she would have had to been enrolled in Gymnastics since she was an infant.
Another note added to her chart was that she was extremely intelligent. Intelligent to a point that one of her medications that was prescribed for her actually knocked off IQ points as long as she was on it. The Joker arched a brow continuing to read on, chuckling to himself.
She was brought in on a number of charges. Torture and Murder seemed to be at the top of the list. She was caught with a body of her victim that had been brutally dismembered, having dressed him up in a suit and sat in a chair at a table. Apparently having a candlelight dinner with the murderess. In other notes she was also diagnosed with acute nymphomania, and what seemed to be a disturbing lack of guilt to whoever it was that wrote this file.
It was more then the Joker ever expected and he was amused that such a young woman had such charges against her, “I knew you had potential” he said still laughing under his breath, turning to the next page.
"Be still my beating heart" he said before laughing psychotically.
Unexpected Turns of Fortune
It had been nearly 10 months since the Joker had been locked up in Arkum, and his smile had returned. He had no medication in his system whatsoever, he hadn’t been taking it for months. Yet he was somewhat in control of himself during the day, letting himself free at night. However, the smile on his lips had been enough to disturb some of the staff, and he was immediately put back in restraints as a precaution. There was even talk of going back to injecting him with medications daily.
One evening, not long after dinner, and the sun had gone down, an extraordinary thing happened. The sound of countless clicks seemed to full the asylum. Every single lock in the place had unlocked, and the doors immediately swung open. It was absolute chaos, as every single imamate and patient fled towards the doors at once. Pushing over nurses and knocking out doctors as they flew towards freedom.
Jane watched quietly from a hallway as every single orderly was called in for reinforcements abandoning the hallway. Immediately she skipped to the door and pushed it open. One after another until she found herself in the maximum security wing. Humming merrily to herself and continuing to skip she went to the Joker’s door and reached into the jacket taking out a pipe. With four powerful blows like swings from a bat she broke away the locking mechanism on the heavy metal door and dropped the pipe. Pushing her shoulder against it and using all of her strength she pushed it open. Going inside.
“Hiya Mr. J.” She said cheerfully before skipping over to his bed. “You don’t look comfortable at all.” She admitted before reaching into her hair and pulling out what looked like a key. She leaned over him and quickly unfastened his restraints. In a matter of moments he was free.
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Chapter One
Admittance
Two nurses stood with the doctor at the end of the hallway of Arkem’s maximum security wing signing papers and release forms for their new inmate. It had been hours as background checks were performed on any medical personnel that would have contact with the new patient, and psychological tests to make sure that they would be able to withstand any manipulation he might attempt.
“There.” The doctor said with a sigh removing his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes. The patient/prisoner transfer had taken most of the day and it was well into the early morning hours. “Everyone in this wing has been cleared over and over. We’ve had specialist brought in from all over the world that will know how to deal with him. He’ll get the help he needs.” He assured the cops.
One officer arched a brow looking over the papers, “A freak like that? Ha.” He added his signature to the documents. “Would be better for everyone if he was just put down like the dogs at the city pound. There’s no helping that guy.” Seeing that everything was complete he and his partner turned and left getting back in the truck, along with the 20 heavily armed military guards that had assisted in the transfer.
The doctor shook his head as the head nurse walked with him through several heavy duty doors, and bars, being buzzed through each section after showing I.D. “How is he doing?” He asked.
“Still deep asleep doctor. This list of drugs they gave him . . . would be enough to put a Bull Elephant in a coma.” She said looking through the file.
“Of course. They gave him so much to insure he wouldn’t awaken while they traveled. He’s a very cleaver case. But as you know, genius and insanity often go hand in hand.” Finally they came to a thick small square glass window and looked inside. On the bed lay the unconscious man. He was put into a straightjacket that locked with paddle locks and chains, and then tied down tightly with restraints to the bed. There wasn’t any possibly of his moving an inch in any direction even if he was awake. “It’ll be quite sometime until the drugs in his system begin to lessen. He won’t be waking up until tomorrow evening at the earliest. We need to keep that mind of his numb to eliminate any danger he poses.” The nurse nodded as they both peered through the thick glass.
Because of the laws set in place by the government for the rights of Mentally Ill, they were unable to keep the joker isolated in a room at all times. It had been weeks since he was brought in, and given every sort of mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, and other psychological medication known to the medical community.
Two months after his admittance, he was deemed safe enough to be released into the population for a few hours each day, although the straight jacket remained tightly in place. He sat hunched over in a chair in the community room where other mentality ill patients were allowed to mingle and roam as they wished within the building. Nothing about his person moved, he didn’t speak, he didn’t make a sound. He just starred at the floor for long periods of time.
Every once in a while his tired looking eyes would shift towards patients in the room. Just watching them. Their movement caught his eye and they would turn in that direction. But just his eyes. It was like being caught in a dream you couldn’t wake up from. No beginning, no end, hardly any sense to be made.
There was an elderly man walking around mumbling to himself searching for something he apparently thought he had lost. He was frail and weak, and dressed in a medical nightgown. Almost no hair, and the wrinkles of his face told of his age.
At a table not to far away, there were two imamates playing checkers. A large yet childlike man who would seem to one as the very stereotype of an imbecile. Sitting across from him was slightly smaller man in size. They both starred at the checkerboard in silence. Each time one would make a movie and collect a plastic checker, he would pop it into his mouth as if it were nothing more then a cracker or chip.
On the far side of the room, there was a woman who seemed to have gotten her hands on a towel or some such wad of material and balled it up, rocking it in her arms singing to it off key. Her hair was ratted out nearly a foot all over her head, and every once in a while she would take the make believe baby and bash it’s head into the chair before saying she was sorry and smoothing out the towel clutching it close and singing again.
Just then, a face appeared before his eyes. A young girl, perhaps no more then 17 or 18 bent over in front of him, tilting her head to one side so she was nearly looking at him upside down. She didn’t seem like the others. She had a smile on her face, and a light in her green eyes instead of their being gray, cloudy and dim. “You must be the new one everyone has been talking about.” She said still looking at him strangely. Almost as if viewing him from an inverted point was somehow intriguing.
Then she stood up straight and plopped down in the chair near him swinging her feet about under her. “Not them of course.” She said looking around at the other imamates. “No one really talks. Not really.” She said before looking at him again. “I mean the nurses and the doctors. They always talk about you.” She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees on the chair. “They say things like ‘he’s naughty he plays with fire and gasoline and bullets and knives’.” She said mocking them. Her hair was dark black, but pulled into two neat and even braids on either side of her head. Leaning forward towards him she whispered, “I think they’re just afraid of you.” She said with a tone of mischief in her voice. Revealing what she thought was a secret. “They just say those things so no one will know just how scared they are.”
“Jane . . . . you know your not supposed to be to close to the male patients.” A nurse said from behind the counter through the window she had opened. She sat up looking towards the nurse a moment as if she was being accused of something she knew she had been guilty of but acting as if she didn’t know any better. She nodded and pushed her chair back a few feet. It was enough apparently to satisfy the nurse as she closed the window back and went to work.
As soon as she did, the young woman moved her chair closer to the joker again. “That’s my name by the way. Jane. Jane Doe.” She giggled a little, “Not really, that’s just what they call me. I don’t have a name.” His eyes closed and opened tiredly just watching her. She frowned a little bit seeing how he was. “They did this to you . . . I know. They did it to me too. When they first brought me here.” She sat back in her chair and wrapped her arms around her knees again. “I know what it’s like. You’re in there still. It’s like dreaming, not really sure if it’s real or not. But it is. I’m really here.” She looked towards the counter where the nurses were stationed behind the safety glass seeing that no one was looking their way. Scooting a little closer she leaned over towards him again and whispered in his ear, “If you pretend long enough, you’ll start to wake up from the dream. They’ll stop giving you so much.”
“Medications!” a nurse said carrying a clip board and a tray coming in from the big security door as it closed and locked behind her. She started to move from patient to patient. Handing each two small paper cups. One of water and the other containing whatever medications they were prescribing. When she came to Jane she handed her the two cups. Jane smiled at the nurse and took them. “Jane, you know the rules.” She said. Jane nodded and pushed her chair back away from Joker several feet finally hitting the wall next to the steel bar windows. The nurse smiled at her, in approval. She looked at Jane waiting for her to take the medications.
Jane smiled back and slipped the pills in her mouth, starting to drink the water. The sound of something falling by the nurses feet made her look down behind her a second to see what it was. A small paperclip seemed to have fallen from her person. As soon as the nurse bent down to pick it up, Jane turned her head shooting the pills from her mouth out the window before returning her lips to her cup as if she never left. The nurse turned to see her finish her water and took the cups. “Open.” She said wanting to make sure she swallowed them. When there were no pills in her mouth, the nurse gave a nod, satisfied she had taken them.
Instantly Jane stood and started walking out of the room back to the dorms. As she passed by Joker, she whispered, “And they trust you to take your own meds.” She gave him a wink before skipping towards the door and knocking. The guard had her put her hands out and turn around before opening the door for her. As she passed by the desk her hand moved over a stack of papers, three paperclips seemed to disappear completely.
A small smile appeared at the corner of the Joker’s mouth seeing this before the door closed completely.
Patient Progress
A doctor walked out into the hallway just as another doctor was walking by nearly running into each other as they were both looking over patient evaluations. “Oh I’m sorry Dr. Wilkins. Didn’t see you there.” He said.
“That’s quite alright Dr. Sinclair. You have the Joker case don’t you?” He inquired.
“Yes. Yes I do. I just finished his six month evaluation. He’s progressing nicely I think. Not one outburst, threat, or any other signs of violent behavior or even a desire for it. Sadistic tendencies seem to have decreased greatly as well.” He flipped through the pages, “I want to start slow, but I’ve decreased some of his medications. See what sort of difference that makes.”
“That’s absolutely amazing. I wish you luck.” He said with a smile to his colleague.
Sinclair looked at the door that Wilkins had come out of, seeing that he had an evaluation as well. “And what of your patient? How is she coming along?”
“Well.” He said looking at his chart at the file information, “Jane Doe, was brought to us without a name and she doesn’t seem to want to give us her real one, or she truly doesn’t know it. Her file was tagged red, as she was deemed a large danger to others.” He flipped over a few pages, “She’s been here almost two years now. No violence, no bad behavior, no sign of thoughts of harm to herself or others . . . “ He said reading off her progress report. “She seems to be doing fine. But I can’t recommend any sort of release for Jane. Considering the severity of her case, and her history, I don’t think she’ll ever be well enough to leave Arkem. According to her medical records she appears to show up with bruises and scrapes from now an again, but it’s likely she’s doing them to herself. No, I think this will be Jane’s home from now on.” The two doctors talked another moment before one invited the other to a late supper before they exited the hallway.
Behind the door that Wilkins’s had come out of, Jane sat at the base of it hearing what had been said. Her eyes were filled with tears as she kept her ear leaned against the door closing her eyes as the tears escaped and slid down her cheeks. She pulled the torn cloth of her clothes over her body and buried her face in her knees.
Improvements
Two months went by, and they continued to decrease the Joker’s medication, seeing improvement in each stage feeling that he could do without medication less and less as his sadistic and sociopath seemed to not come back. Now, his eyes were a bit clearer, and the dream like feeling had receded. But all the while, he was quietly listening and watching everything around him.
His favorite past time was to watch Jane. It seemed he was the only one who knew that she was responsible for the majority of the pranks and mishaps in the hospital. She would swipe little objects such as staples, paperclips, erasers, and whatever else she could get her hands on, and cause absolute chaos with them. She was quite the little pest, and yet no one knew how cleaver and mischievous she was. Except him.
One afternoon, he saw Jane move from one nurse to another talking to them with her normal bright and cheery attitude, a smile gracing her lips. After she had talked to each and every one, she looked over seeing the Joker sitting in the corner quietly. He had already learned from what she had told him months before, and kept the same subdued calm controlled demeanor that the staff felt they had created in him.
Jane moved over towards him and slipped into the chair across the table. “Hello Mr. J.” She said with her eyes turned towards the window, making it seem like she was simply enjoying the view rather then interacting with him as she was forbidden to do. “Watch this.” She said a soft smile on her lips. The gleam in her eye was indication that she had been up to something.
When the nurses had finished passing out the medication, they returned to the doors and began to slide their ID cards. However, when at last the door beeped to open, it was followed by the sound of an alarm and the sprinkler system in the nurses station behind the glass turned on full blast. There didn’t seem to be anything that could be done about it, as their ID cards weren’t working to let them out to try and get the system turned off. There was all sorts of panic and commotion because the records that were in the room were getting soaked.
Jane’s smile turned into a grin when she saw how well her plan had turned out, and she looked at the Joker and winked before getting up and heading over to the door on the opposite side of the community room that led to the dorms. The joker watched in silence at the absolute chaos she had caused for the third time that week. And no one suspected her in the slightest. A quiet smile gracing his lips.
A Helping Hand
Yet another month passed by, and by this time he was handed his pills to take like a good little drone, and had learned a few of Harley’s tricks to avoid taking them. Now his eyes were very clear and his mind was no longer clouded. In fact, his mind was so clear that it seemed he had been incarcerated here for long enough. He had studied every move, every word, everything about the hospital around him while the nurses and doctors went on thinking he was still in his vegetative state. Not even thinking about the potential danger he was anymore.
One morning, Jane walked passed him in the community room and slipped a paper clip into his hand. She had been supplying him with them since the first day they included him in medication call. This one was a large paper clip that was stronger then the smaller ones that she sometimes picked up. It was just the thing he needed.
Something else had caught his eye as well. Three of the male doctors that he saw in the hallways and even some that had evaluated him, had an air of indecency about them. He saw this in the way they looked at Jane and passed by her or even called her out of the population for a ‘therapy’ session. But the thing that told him exactly what sort of men these were, was how Jane reacted to them. It was the only time her cheery way, and smile seemed to melt away from her face and her eyes turn towards the floor. It was for the briefest of moments, and unless someone was watching her as often and as closely as the Joker was, they wouldn’t even notice. She would catch herself and the smile would instantly reappear on her face. That brief moment of absolute terror in her eyes, seemed to both excite and enrage the Joker. He felt his blood boil, and then wonder why.
The fact was, he had grown very fond of Jane. She seemed to be the mischievous mistress of Chaos and this appealed to him a great deal. She was very intelligent and witty, and could think on her feet. She had quite a bit of potential, and her talents were undeniable. Then there was the most extraordinary thing that seemed to matter most of all; she understood him. Something that no one else in the world could claim to do. The longer he watched her, the more he realized that she was much more dangerous and capable then she seemed. He could see it there, just under the surface, begging to be let free. But in this particular place, she had to keep it hidden otherwise they would fill her with drugs and turn her into a drooling vegetable. Inmates were less trouble that way. If she couldn’t have her freedom physically, she would have her freedom mentally.
Late that night in the darkness, Jane lie awake in her bed in her small cell starring at the ceiling. Even when she tried not to think about the situation she was in, reality still seemed intent on finding her in the darkness and filling her mind with uneasiness. The sound of a small click filled the silence catching Jane’s attention as she slowly sat up. Then another click soon followed. Pushing her blanket and sheet off of her she slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to the door. Standing up one her toes she peered out of the small square window trying to see what it was.
“My Jokes are bad but this place is a laugh riot.” She heard in a sinister whispered voice. Jane’s eyes went wide as she hunched down next to the door following where she heard the voice come from. She pressed her ear to the crack of the door listening. “Do you like knives? I do. I prefer them so much more then guns.”
Jane smiled a bit, “Mr. J . . . you shouldn’t be out of your restraints and cell. You’ll be caught and they’ll turn your head all mushy again.” She said trying to see through the door but the space between the door and the doorway was simply to small.
“You don’t seem afraid of me. That’s rare.” He said. “But you didn’t answer me.”
She paused a moment as the look in her eyes seemed to sparkle. “I would give my soul for a knife . . . I so desperately want to carve little pieces from the doctors here . . . and keep their eyes in a box under by bed.” She grinned, “And play marbles with them whenever I get bored.”
She heard a sinister laugh follow at her words, and she smiled even more as her eyes lit up becoming more excited at the sound. Perhaps it was from the first day she saw him, or during the course of the weeks that followed, but she desperately wanted to please him however possible. That might have been the reason for the dramatic increase in pranks and practical jokes that had spread through the halls of Arkum.
A History
The Joker had become quite the expert of releasing himself from his restraints and cell during the late night. He was able to go anywhere he wished in the hospital learning the in’s and out’s of the majority of the building, along with Jane’s help.
One night, he found himself bored as could be. There was nothing to do and he wasn’t quite ready to break out just yet. Instead, he made his way down into the basement of the mental asylum. It was filled with patient records, as well as doctors history files. “This should be entertaining.” He said with a grin as he began to search through the doctors files wanting to learn all their secrets.
It kept his nights busy for a few weeks, sorting through file after file, laughing to himself at all of the dirty little skeletons that were hidden in the closets of these so called “Sane” and “Good men.
On a Tuesday night, he opened a file and began to thumb through it, but stopped when something caught his eye. A file that had been labeled “Jane Doe” with a crude black and white picture of the woman who had become quite useful and filled the halls with chaos and confusion daily for his amusement. Instantly dropping the file he held he reached over and snatched it.
He began to read about Jane’s life, her talents, and skills that had been documented. Her name was still unknown, but it seemed that the bit of evidence they had to go on in finding her true identity was her flexibility and gymnastic skills. She was incredibly agile, and it seemed that the explanation for this was that she would have had to been enrolled in Gymnastics since she was an infant.
Another note added to her chart was that she was extremely intelligent. Intelligent to a point that one of her medications that was prescribed for her actually knocked off IQ points as long as she was on it. The Joker arched a brow continuing to read on, chuckling to himself.
She was brought in on a number of charges. Torture and Murder seemed to be at the top of the list. She was caught with a body of her victim that had been brutally dismembered, having dressed him up in a suit and sat in a chair at a table. Apparently having a candlelight dinner with the murderess. In other notes she was also diagnosed with acute nymphomania, and what seemed to be a disturbing lack of guilt to whoever it was that wrote this file.
It was more then the Joker ever expected and he was amused that such a young woman had such charges against her, “I knew you had potential” he said still laughing under his breath, turning to the next page.
"Be still my beating heart" he said before laughing psychotically.
Unexpected Turns of Fortune
It had been nearly 10 months since the Joker had been locked up in Arkum, and his smile had returned. He had no medication in his system whatsoever, he hadn’t been taking it for months. Yet he was somewhat in control of himself during the day, letting himself free at night. However, the smile on his lips had been enough to disturb some of the staff, and he was immediately put back in restraints as a precaution. There was even talk of going back to injecting him with medications daily.
One evening, not long after dinner, and the sun had gone down, an extraordinary thing happened. The sound of countless clicks seemed to full the asylum. Every single lock in the place had unlocked, and the doors immediately swung open. It was absolute chaos, as every single imamate and patient fled towards the doors at once. Pushing over nurses and knocking out doctors as they flew towards freedom.
Jane watched quietly from a hallway as every single orderly was called in for reinforcements abandoning the hallway. Immediately she skipped to the door and pushed it open. One after another until she found herself in the maximum security wing. Humming merrily to herself and continuing to skip she went to the Joker’s door and reached into the jacket taking out a pipe. With four powerful blows like swings from a bat she broke away the locking mechanism on the heavy metal door and dropped the pipe. Pushing her shoulder against it and using all of her strength she pushed it open. Going inside.
“Hiya Mr. J.” She said cheerfully before skipping over to his bed. “You don’t look comfortable at all.” She admitted before reaching into her hair and pulling out what looked like a key. She leaned over him and quickly unfastened his restraints. In a matter of moments he was free.
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