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The rain fell steadily that night on Arkham Asylum. The Victorian former hospital, built of brick and steel, stood like a blight in the desolate area known as The Narrows, a slum in Gotham City. Deep inside, the troubled vagrants, volatile discontents, and devious monsters are treated, healed, and sometimes held for the benefit of society. Much to the excitements of many local psychologists, the hospital has taken on many of the later ever since the rogue vigilante, known as the Batman, began his unique style of vigilante justice upon the city. As the asylum begins to accept more and more dangerous felons, the administrations struggles to find a way to deal with the influx of unique, new patients.
However, amongst the patients, one reigned supreme with the psychologists. Patient #1593156, known as the Joker, would often find himself with a line of visitors every day and one-by-one, he would see them all. Young up and coming doctors who all wanted to take a crack at the madman whos rampage nearly a year ago brought the city to its knees. One thing many of them first noticed is that he would see themwithout his makeup. The hospital staff would refuse him this, citing it as a trigger for his malcontented episodes. Truth be told, the staff citied him as the model patient, much to the chagrin of Commissioner Gordon who decreed the Jokers progress as nothing but a facade of the highest caliber. However, the doctors of Arkham discredited the policeman, their focus on their careers as Doctors who cured the Joker.
As the rain poured, the Jokers cell was quiet. He sat, quiet, upon his crude mattress, looking out the window he watched as the clouds, lit up by the orange glow of the streetlights of Gotham, slowly passed over Gotham, blocking out the moonlight. Slowly he would stand up, dressed in his orange, Arkham Asylum patient outfit, and turn his focus on the door. Peering through the glass, he would smile and nod as the guards made their way up and down the hall.
Hello. Charlie. He said as the young guard, Charlie Witkers, passed by.
The guard turned and smiles at Patient#1593156 and retorted, Hello, sir. Glad to be out of the rain tonight? Haha.
Most Indubitably, the inpatient replied as he watched the guard continued his duties, his lips resting from a smile to a more tensed grimace once the guard was no longer watching.
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Alice didnt hear the sirens until she dropped the hole puncher. Not in her right mind, she confused the wails of the approaching vehicles with what she perceived as a distorted, metallic echo from her impromptu weapon hitting the floor. Once she realized what the sound was, she decided to drop to her kneesand drop she did, suddenly and without bracing herself. As she made contact with the floor, she slid a bit on something vaguely warm. Running a hand through her hair, she felt a sticky substance catch against the blonde strands. What the? Alice looked at her hand and saw that it was coated in fresh and dried Blood? Turning her attention to the floor, she realized her white knee socks were soaking up what was left of the battered man, almost unrecognizable as a human, beside her. Shaking her head, she experienced brief flashes of what shed done, but at the moment, she wasnt lucid enough to discern motivation.
Alice jerked upright at the sound of fast, heavy footsteps echoing in a staircase. She whipped around to face the door just as the first officer stepped inside; he didnt have to open the door because she had kicked it in. Not quite 52 and, excepting a few flattering curves, having a lithe body type, Alice could never have done that by herself. But a hefty snack of the PCP-like compound she took before arriving at the scene had changed her. She was deceptively strong and in a drug-induced state of psychosis.
When the first policeman entered the room, he stared at Alice, mouth slightly open. She was quite a sight. A mixture of her own blood and the blood of her victim decorated a good portion of her body. Dressed in her hacker clothessave for the black wig she had worn on the way in, which she had discarded before entering the officeAlices white button down and white knee socks looked particularly gruesome. She was also wearing a tie and plaid mini-skirt, her entire appearance discordant with the scene.
Little lady," he began, "I need you to--" Alice grinned before, without a seconds warning, lunging at him. It would take three officers to subdue her enough to cuff her. Not surprisingly, rather than carting her over to the Gotham City Police, they carted her straight to Arkham.
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"How's the kids. Little Thomas make the team?" the Joker asked, looking through the small slot on his door, watching the guard, Charlie, have his dinner as he turned on the evening news.
"Yeah, he'll be their shortstop! We're all excited," Charlie began, setting down his TV dinner and turning towards the small, chest-high slot, "He's real excited, he just got into sports, but he's never done anything like little league." Meanwhile the small television on the guards desk. The news started out with another Batman citing, a grainy noise-ridden video of a man jumping between buildings 200 feet above the camera. While most of Gotham no longer denied his existence, the evening newscasters often turned into gosspis nightly. The Joker could only roll his eyes as the newscaster, a young man of around 30, continually denied the existence, calling the video just some kids doing that new "jumping craze from France...or something."
"Still marvelous," Joker said under his breath as he smiled. After the death of District Attorney, Harvey Dent, the Batman has been on the run from the police. When he was hauled into Arkham by Commissioner Gordon, he was said to be in an persistent laughing fit. By that time, Harvey Dent had been found dead and the vigilante known as the Batman was responsible for multiple murders. A thin grimace lingered on Joker's face. He did not break the Bat. He broke Dent, but not in public. His devious acts as Two-Face were covered up...and despite multiple interviews, no one seemed to care that the Joker knew what really happened to ol' Dent. That story was followed up by an interview with Gordon, who defended his police department when questioned about the hunt for Batman.
"We are actively searching for the Batman," Gordon began, looking off-camera during the interview, "But we have many other obligations to the city right now, we can't devote more men to go after one person when we have millions to look after in Gotham." And with that, the Commissioner moved into his squadcar and drove off. Carlie chuckled and pointed to the television with his fork, dropping some of his lasagna TV dinner onto the table.
"They ain't catchin him," Carlie began, sliding more saucy noodles into his maw, "The Batman's too smart for them."
"They want him here. They need him here. So long as he's here, I'll be here.." the Joker began as he lazily watched the news story about the theft at the Gotham Museum of Natural History, quickly losing interest. Though he had only been a patient here at Arkham for months, the Joker quickly felt a sense of unusual welcoming. He was quick to make friends with the vast majority of the patients, the ones who could hold a conversation, that is. When Jim Leek, a long time patient at Arkham, passed away in the night, the Joker was the one who said kind words about Leek during the Asylum's moment for Jim.
Jonathan Crane, the former caretaker of Arkham and current resident, was known for his dislike of this new popular patient, however. No one had really figured out why, but the two of them would rarely be seen talking together. Some said that the "Scarecrow" was upset that his Asylum hosted an individual who was no more insane than any other man...just more motivated. Some suggested that Crane feared the Joker. He understood that a man like the Joker was always entertaining devious suggestions and inner demons and that they could be unleashed at any moment. Best not to be around when they do...
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Alice still hadnt come down off the drug when they brought her in, a bloody mess in handcuffs, screaming at a volume you wouldnt think a person of her size could pull off. Her nonsensical raving was heard in more than one cell block, catching the attention of inmates and guards alike. Rather than causing a stir, it instilled an uneasy quiet in the building. Anyone who saw Alice brought in that night remembered the sight of her for weeks to come, some men even telling their wives about her over dinner when they went home for the night. Alice had struggled against the handcuffs so ferociously that she had dislocated a shoulder, and as such, her posture was a little off. This didnt stop her from fighting against the officers with as much strength as she had left in her. There was the obvious memorability of her look, a horror-movie-esque vision of gore paired with a miniskirt and knee socks. Then there was the question of her age. When the intake officer had asked her how old she was, she had given him a string of letters instead of numbers. She looked to be at least 18, but none of the doctors were certain. They decided it best to detain her for the night and try to get a sensible answer out of her in the morning.
In order to reset her shoulder, Alice had to be sedated. She was put in an inmate uniform while she was under and would wake up, very uncomfortable, in the unfamiliar clothes. The next morning she would barely remember being brought into Arkham. She definitely wouldnt remember what she had told the officers or the doctors who had interviewed her when she came innot that any of it was really comprehensible. From what they had gathered, she thought she needed to stamp out someone. And it was that someone who got Alice caught. The police hadnt been alerted by any breeched alarmsAlice had disabled all the security remotely. But the sound of Alice slowly and brutally extinguishing her victim had been audible enough to disconcert some customers at the deli next door.
Nmghh Alice moaned as she woke, rolling onto her side. The stiffness of the mattress was the first thing that alerted her to her new location. Opening her eyes, Alice let out a gravelly yelpher voice exhausted from its overuse as she sat up. She quickly scanned the room, blue eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light. Where am? Alice moaned and covered her face in her hands, not needing to finish the question. She was in Arkham. Slowly, it dawned on her that what she thought had been nightmares were more than likely memories of what she had been doing less than 24 hours ago. The combination of the horror at that realization in addition to the dehydration brought on by her near overdose on medication caused her to be immediately, and violently, ill. It was the sound of her being sick that brought a guard over.
Hey miss, he said, peering in at her with an apathetic glance, voice almost monotone. You alright in there? Alice didnt bother raising her head. Voice thick with misery, she said simply,
No, and then was sick again. A doctor was called to check on her. By the time he arrived, Alices thinking had cleared a bit. She had to make a choice, and she had to make it quickly. It was highly unlikely that the drug she was on would show up in a blood test. Therefore, she could either admit to being sky high when she murdered that man, or she could let the doctors think she was suffering from a psychological disorder. The former would get her sent straight to prison, and in Gotham, that was, if not a death sentence, often a disfiguration sentence. By the time the door was opened to let the bespeckled, balding man in an overly starched coat into the cell, she had made her decision.
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She was quite a sight, indeed. A feral beats being dragged down the halls, covered in blood and kicking and screaming. The Joker smiled to himself, watching her as the guards dragged her down the street.
"Ahh....some new blood! And a fighter too! If she can formulate a sentence, unlike the rest of you mooks, then I found my new best friend," the devious one said as he closed the flap down and moved away from the door, laughing softly to himself. Many of the people here you couldn't talk to. Most were more interested in their self-obsessions...or just drooling all over themselves. But despite that, Joker knew that everyone could be a buddy...if he needed them to be.
The next morning, Joker opened the flap to his slot again when he heard the new girl throwing up. Laughing to himself, he watched as guards and doctors all rushed her cell. Through their forms he could see glimpses of her, throwing up, making a huge mess in her cell.
"Now she's done it," he said, throwing his arms up haphazardly, "That smell will never come out." Then, moving his lips closer to the slot, he yelled at the guards, "Get her a glass of water, sloth! Stomach acid is horrible for the teeth," he said as he smiled, his yellowing teeth glistening as he stifled a laugh.The guard marched away from her cell and, pulling out his nightstick, rapped it on the Joker door as he walked pass.
"Don't tell me how to do my job, Clown. I don't tell you how to murder," the guard said as he passed the Joker's door to fetch some water. The Joker smiled as he walked back across his door, carrying a glass of water like he suggested. The Joker found himself very interested in this new patient. Usually he saw people carried in here, just comatose and dirty...she was covered in bloods and fighting. Very interesting, indeed. He watched anxiously, his cheek firmly against the door as he had one hand keeping the flap open and the other against the door to steady them. He waited for the guard to pass him again with the empty glass.
"Hey, can you ask her to the prom for me?" he chuckled, mocking her schoolgirl outfit. No doubt she'd never see those again, the guards had a habit of discarding the in-patient's clothes upon arrival. This was a pet peve the Joker, as he watched the guards take his suit when he was first checked in. He remembered the guard, Victor Olet, and made sure he'd remember his face...for later.
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Alice paced in her cell, not sure of what her next move should be. She had a decent background of psychology knowledge, so she had already decided on a disorder to emulate. Schizophrenia was easy, but it was such an obvious choice. Too obvious for comfort. She figured shed stick to Bipolar I Disorder with Psychotic Features. The symptoms a jury would eat upthe raving, the hallucinationswould be present, but she wouldnt have to act like a loon all the time. No, to be convincing with that disorder, all shed have to do is fly off the handle every once in a while, and then pair that by withdrawing and being unresponsive for a stretch.
Damnit! Alice said, louder than she intended, hitting a hand against the wall of her cell. She couldnt believe she had gotten herself in this mess. Her specialty was cybercrime, because behind the scenes was where she thrived. Violence, on the other hand, was an anti-specialtiy. What on earth had possessed her, besides the PCP perversion, to kill someone? She shook her head. It wasnt coming to her yet, not clearly anyway. Her recollection was still frustratingly fuzzy as to why she had decided to venture outside the veil of code and silicon to actively assault someone. And with a hole puncher, she murmured, sitting back down on the bed, although it was really just a worse-for-the-wear mattress propped up by an unsteady excuse for a bedframe.
Uncomfortably warm, Alice took the orange top of her prison uniform off, revealing a dark tank top underneath. For some reason they had let her keep her bra on, which made her smile even then, in a dark sort of way. Eventually theyd probably issue her some horribly unflattering, wireless monstrosity, but at the moment she was still sporting the push-up bra she had paired with her hacker uniform. That get-up was a private joke of hers. In public, Alice was shy and would never be caught in a sexualized school girl outfit. But in the privacy of her own electronic crime den, she could dress however she wanted. For a moment, her eyes brightened. At least they didnt catch me at my real she started to say quietly before putting a hand over her mouth. She was already talking to herself. Thats not good, she thought, deciding to distract herself by looking at the patients around her. Alice was a little embarrassed by her entrance and behavior in the morning, and as such had avoided drawing the attention of any of her fellow inmates by moving. Restless, Alice approached the end of her cell, trying to catch a glimpse of her peers-to-be.
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"You clean up well, Alice," the Joker said, his eye looking at her through the food slot. "You'll have to excuse me, I overheard one of the doctor's shouting your name through the night. And what a night it was! You, looking like poor little Carrie, as the guards dragged you down the hall. Must say, I'm impressed, kid. And I don't impress none too easy." He licked his lips as he continued speaking. "Tell you what I'm going to do here," he began. "In a few minutes we all get to go outdoors for an hour or so, so we'll save formal introductions then. But I can tell you're going to need a friend here. You look like a deer in headlights. So unless you're one of those "comatose" broads, consider me a friend, Alice." And with that, he grinned through the slot and then let it close.
That afternoon in the field, the Joker quickly approached her and extended a hand to her. He was unsure if she knew him, most didn't until they imagined white and red facepaint upon him. But she had no doubt heard of him - unless she was literally living under a rock.
"Good. You made it. Wonderful," he said, licking his lips as he looked around. "Listen. This place here? It's not so bad. It has...central air, 3 meals, and more entertaining people you can count. But things are changing here. We get more and more violent offenders than pacifists. They are turning Arkham into another Blackgate, Alice. You're not safe here. I can help you out, get you things you can't normally get. Keep some of the scum here off of you....catch my drift?" His demeanor changed, his lips curving into a frown slightly. "Come now, speak up. I don't buy that story you gave the doc just now. Not one bit. I saw you when they dragged you in. That's who you are now. Not the little proper woman...no. You belong here with us now, Alice." He began laughing softly, his eyes on her as he took a step back.
He already took a liking to this one. Rarely did the place actually get woman, and already the Joker noticed some of the other malcontents eyeing her, noticing one small little man across the field in particular eyeing Alice intensely. They wanted her, the first non disfigured woman they had access to in months, perhaps years. She would be torn up in a place like this. Of course, she was dragged in here covered in blood, some of it had to have belonged to someone else. The Joker extended his hand to her and smiled, "You can call me Joker."
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Alice eyed him carefully as he shook her hand. Being out in the open had made her much more defensive. She had put the orange shirt back on before going outside, doing her best to look as unappealing as possible. She saw the way the other inmates were looking at her. Understandably, it made her nervous. Incredibly nervous. She was surprised that she was being forced to mingle in with the general population, because while half of it appeared to be in a chemical haze of docility or inherently absent of an affect, the rest of the inmates were lively, most of them male, and many of them of an intimidating stature.
The man shaking her hand was not of an intimidating stature, but the way he spoke and carried himself made him seem more untouchable than the hulking lunatics. Working as a cybercriminal had impressed one very basic tent of existence upon her again and again: nothing is for free. Indeed, she was often paid to enforce that principle. So when the man in front of her said he could help her out, it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. His standing within the asylum was already apparent. He had walked up to her without a moments pause, while the rest of the inmates who could be bothered to check out the fresh meat had congregated in clusters, inching towards her like dogs on a chain testing the limits of their restraints. When the Joker had walked over to her, they all retreated slightly, although some kept an eye on her as though they were waiting for the Joker to walk away and leave her open to attack. Alice shuddered, looking past the scarred man before her at some of the inmates. The only reason Alice was able to kill that man was because she was out of her mind on a PCP derivative that not only gave her an inhuman amount of energy but eliminated her sensation of pain. In here, she would have neither of those advantages.
Its nice to meet you, Joker, she said evenly, her eyes widening once the final word left her lips. Joker?The Joker. Alice had to frown to keep the mix of awe and interest from candidly displaying itself on her face. To prevent guilt about her actions from catching up to her, Alice did her best to distance herself from knowledge of the criminal classes. But anyone who lived in Gotham, or who lived in the same state as Gotham, knew enough about the Joker to regard him as a pseudo-celebrity. Albeit a terrifying celebrity. I appreciate you taking the time to introduce yourself, she said finally, voice soft, a bit of fear making its way into her tone. Unable to help it, she once again glanced nervously at the men looking at the two of them. Perhaps it was just her feeling paranoid, but she thought they had all gotten just a little bit closer. You say you can help me out how? She looked back at him, watching his face as she asked, And at what cost?
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"Look, I'm a people person. I can get you things. I can get rid of things just as easily," he paused for a second and smiled, chuckling, "It's all the same to me. You need drugs, that can be ar-ranged. You need someone killed...also ar-rangable. It's really not an offer, if you think about it. You either take my help or I throw you to the dogs and watch them tear you apart. That would be equally entertaining to me. As for what I get out of all of this...let's just say you'll work for me. I'm sure you'll have many traits we can barter over." He turned his head back to face some of the thugs behind them, taking note. "Lawrence, you take one more step and I'll make sure you daughter never gets to blow out those 16 candles on her next birthday." That's all it took for one of the thugs to suddenly lose interest in Alice for the time being and sulk back against the gate.
"First of all, what's your story, Alice? Why are you here? And who's blood was on you?" he asked her. He actually had a good idea, most of the times he could get guards to spill the beans on new arrivals. But he was mostly interested in seeing what she'd say. He was curious to see what he was working with here. How could he use Alice to help further his goals here.
It was then that they heard the sounds of whistles and they caught glimpses of guards pouring out into the field, ordering the patients back into their cells immediately. The place was on lockdown. "Uh oh, looks like we'll continue our delightful chat from our cells, Alice...." he said chuckling as he walked away from her, raising his arms with a wicked smile as he walked back inside. The place would be under high security for awhile now, for the guards have found a body. Victor Olet was found in the custodial closet, his face had been cut off his skull and floated in the bucket next to his body. His body was covered in lacerations and if not for the pool of blood leaking past the door and into the hallway, one of the nurses would have undoubtably just passed on by and poor Victor wouldn't be found so fresh.
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When the Joker first started speaking, saying he was a people person, Alice relaxed slightly. He was acting friendly, and even though she knew she should be more on her guard, having someone be nice to her when she was feeling so scared and so vulnerable made her let down her defensive walls, just a bit. However, when he delved into the semantics of offer, she tensed, hands unconsciously clenching, a small frown appearing on her face until she noticed it and evened her expression. She should have, in all likelihood, been more concerned about the non-offer he was referencing, but the way he spoke was imbued with a casual confidence that disarmed her. He didnt seem like such a bad guy. Alice pushed the news stories she had been exposed to, the ones detailing his creative slaughters in an unflinchingly descriptive manner intended to sell more papers and retain more viewers, from her mind. This was a task she was a bit too good at, having practiced it for so long with the other criminals she had helped.
When the Joker threatened one of the creeping dogs, Alices reaction was mixed: of course it disturbed her that he offhandedly threatened a fellow inmate, somehow made more disconcerting by the wit he laced the threat with, but it also made her feel secure. Provided she was amenable to sharing whatever skills it was he was interested in, he really could keep her safe. As they walked inside, several of the inmates got close enough to her for her to experience their signature offensive aspects, be it the smell of rotten breath or the stench of a uniform that had skipped a washing again.
After reentering her cell, Alice sat on the mattress, waiting for the bustle of the location change to dissipate entirely. She now allowed herself an unreserved grimace. She was in trouble. This place, it could be big trouble. Biting her lip, she prepared what she was going to say to the Joker.
So, my story, she peered out to his cell, checking to see if he was watching. When she was confident he was listening, she went on, Im here for killing someone. Specifically," her voice became more casual as she admitted, "for beating a man to death with a hole punch. Thats whose blood I was wearingthat son of a bitchs sludge ridden blood. Alices eyes widened at her own bitterness. Shaking her head, she went on, Thats the most of my story Im comfortable announcing through this flap. They caught me for that but, she couldnt suppress a wicked laugh, the sentence I might get for that is childs play compared to the sentence I should have. She paused a few moments, listening for any guards approaching. Im not a violent person. Thats not my forte. But I do have a skill or two that might be of particular interest to you. She shrugged, adding in a voice of mock-innocence, Its had a loyal fan base thus far.
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"A hole punch?" he said, taken aback a little. "Sounds like a lot of work. And can the act, lady...you have violence in you. I can sense it. You can blame it on the drugs, but something inside of you drew you to end a man's life with a harmless office tool," he spoke very softly, grinning all the while as he whispered back to her. "And maybe he deserved it? Maybe the right thing to do was to end his life in such a mannor that it would send a message out to everyone that THIS is what happens when you try to fuck with me," his voice deeper and slower now.
"So what can you offer me? And please don't say cigarettes. Everyone thinks I want cigarettes. No. It's a bad habit. And we can't let bad habits ruin this happy little place, can we?"
As he spoke, he took a seat at his bed. The bed was made of hollow steel tubes. And as he waited for her response, he pulled out a blood makeshift knife he had made from one of the steel poles of his bed and screwed it back onto the bed, hiding it. In fact, had you not known of its existence, you'd never think of unscrewing the bed to look for a weapon. Truth be told, the security here at Arkham was fairly lax. Ever since Crane was caught, the Asylum's been in crisis mode, trying to cover up as much as they could from Crane's experiments. However, each patient was allowed to mingle with one another and, except for cell time, they could roam the public areas with ease. Of course, if the administration had any idea of what was happening inside Arkham now, they'd certainly begin talks of 'solitary' to begin separating out the agressive patients from the truly dangerous ones.
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Alice cocked her head as he called her assertion that she wasnt violent an act.Is it? she asked herself. Shed never attacked anyone before, and she didnt enjoy her first experience with lethal violencenot planning it and not thinking about it in retrospect; she had very little memory of doing it, so she couldnt say how she felt about it at the time. She considered correcting the Joker, trying to impress upon him that she really wasnt violent, but she wondered if it was to her advantage for people to think she might turn on them and beat them to death with whatever was handy.
Cigarettes? Alice laughed, genuinely amused. I dont smoke. And that is not what I would call a skill. No, she lowered her voice, I was talking about being able to do something no one else can. Alice listened carefully. She would want to hang herself if any of the guards heard what she was saying and connected it to the unsolved computer crimes from the an unidentified hacking menace. Plus, she didnt want any of them keeping a close eye on her. One upside to her appearance was the powerful advantage of underestimation.
She went on, voice soft, I could disarm the security in this building without questionit would just be a matter of how long. Im quick at that type of cracking, much faster than your average techie miscreant. Im she sighed, hoping no one else was listening, a polymath of electronic mischief. Alice considered how detailed she wanted to be, unsure of whether or not hed even be interested in the specifics. Disarming security may not be a unique feat, but something youcould, she unconsciously emphasized the word could, reluctant to use the more affirmative can and lock herself into an agreement she didnt want, get from me that you cant get from other hackers is the scripts I use. I write my own programs. You cant prepare for an invasion from an entity that doesnt exist yet. I specialize in twisting security, confusing it and invading it without detection.
Alice stepped back, shaking her head at herself. That was probably giving him too much information. Before she started working anonymously and selecting her own clients, shed had more than one gun pulled on her to ensure that her employer got to take full advantage of her skills. She didnt like that kind of pressure. It wasnt that she wasnt up for the challengeshe thrived on challenges, and they made her a better hacker. No, what bothered her was the coercion. Ever since she went underground, shed become especially averse to even the suggestion of coercion. Feeling too warm again, Alice took off her shirt and sat down, wondering what the Joker was thinking.
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"Fascinating," he though to himself as he looked at her through the food slot. He could have a lot of fun if every cell were opened at once. There were certain inmates would could easily be relied upon to act as the Joker intended with minimal suggestion. Of course, now was not the best of times. With the building on lockdown, his "fun" was limited. But he had some ideas swirling in his head as he watched her remove her top.
"I'll keep that in mind. I could have a use for that. Not now, mind you...but the skills you posses are quite valuable. I do have...something in store for this place. A celebration is approaching, if you will and you are now a part of it whether you know it or not."
"Now who was the guy you broke? Ex boyfriend? Father? Oh, please tell me it was a priest!" he laughed at that before composing himself and continuing. "As I recall, you haven't done your medical examination yet. That will probably be after dinner, being that they just put you on observation for the first night and then do a full medical examination. On your way there, one of the guards will hand you a small box. Hide that box and when you are alone with the doctor, open the box near him or her....and then step away."
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A priest? Alice smiled in a spite of herself.
No, not a priest, she said quietly. The guy I broke Furrowing her brow, Alice wasnt sure how to answer. This time it wasnt a question of inability, as had been the case when she was trying to remember earlier that day-- she knew who the man was now. But she didn't want to give anyone, let alone the Joker, that much information about herself.
The knowledge of the identity of her victim, if he could really be called such, had slowly dawned on her as the amphetamine worked its way out of her system, manifesting first as a feeling of hatred painfully edging its way into her consciousness. By the time all of the drug had been metabolized, she recalled why shed taken it in the first place. When she was a sophomore at GSU, her godfather was sent to Blackgate. And not long after being incarcerated, he was been stomped to death in his cell. Alice believed it a random act of prison violence and, while devastated, had no intention of carrying out retribution. Of course she wanted the person responsible dead, but her godfather wouldnt have wanted her to risk her freedom by going after a rabid inmate.
Three days ago, however, while invading networks to find customers, she came across a bank account with a peculiar pattern of withdrawals. In retrospect, she wasnt sure what made her look into the consist payouts he thought he was hidingstupid bastard, she scoffed but it didnt take her long to connect him to the death of her godfather. That man she half smiled to herself as her mind scrambled to piece together the look of horror on his face as she had grabbed the hole punch and made it clear to him what his last minutes alive had in store had ordered a hit on everyone involved in a local operation that had been centered on, from what she could gather, something as mundane as a bank robbery. For whatever reason, he became disenchanted with the idea and had everyone involved in the planning of it offed. Although her godfather was jailed by the time the job was canceled, he was killed for his trouble. That manshe pictured him, on his knees, begging for his life until she smashed his slimy jaw apart to shut up himmay not have physically killed her godfather, but he ordered the hit. There were very few people in her life that Alice had grown to care for. Her godfather was one of them, wasthe one of them. He raised her selflessly since she was a small child and taught her a lot of what she knew that helped her make her living.
Alice sat down slowly, a noticeable pause starting to form after her last words. What could she say to the Joker? That she found out who was responsible for her godfathers murder in the afternoon, and in less than 24 hours, she'd sought what she perceived to be justice?
He was, ah, responsible for the death of someone I cared about. Voice slightly raised, she added, "Deeply cared about." Shivering, as if trying to shake from her body the memory of what she had done, of what had been done to her godfather, she changed the subject. The box whats in it? Alice wasnt prepared to start pissing off guards already, so she wasnt going to open something she needed to step away from without knowing what it was.
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Killing to protect the ones you care about isnt immoral, its a duty to those you love, the clown said, his face stoic and his eyes looking at her, as if he were peering into her soul, When I was younger, I remember killing a man who tried to scam my mother out of some money. He made up some lovely story that she had accidentally ran over his dog and he demanded compensation. Well..I took a look under the car and didnt notice a thing. Not one speck of blood. So I went over to have a chat with the man. It was then that I saw, through his window, the dog he claimed my mother killed, he paused and smiled gleefully, as if he were about to unveil the twist in some grand mystery, Well I went inside and found the man, watching television and sitting in his underwear. The dog started barking incessantly, and no doubt was a disturbance to the neighbors. So I did the neighborly thing and stomped the small beasts head in until it would finally respect the neighborhood silence. The man was horrified. He lunged to his phone and started dialing. He got the 9 in, but I had his fingers broken before the first 1, he laughed under his breath.
While he twisted and writhed upon the floor, I went into his kitchen and found a butchers knife. I went back to the man, he was in tears by now. And after kicking him on his back, I leaned over him, my feet on either side of his big, fat, stomach. And with one mighty blow, I left the knife in his chest. He was still struggling when I left.
He smiled, his mouth full of dirty, yellowing teeth, his lips deformed and scarred over. It was a story he was quite fond of telling. For no other reason, it sent a message. A message that most people understood.those that were still with us, that is.
Inside that box is a small gift to the doctor. He wanted something and I delivered. I cant speak directly of it. In fact, the less you know, the better. Plausible deniability and all. But needless to say its something he couldnt get outside. Its only something that could be procured inside these walls. Now be a good girl and deliver the package.
The food slot closed once more. Unknowingly to Alice, the package contained the second part of a binary compound to make an effective nerve gas. Something he had worked on with Professor Crane. The Joker had never really been a fan of chemistry. He considered it unnecessary for his line of work. But when he read the stories of Dr. Cranes chemicals and their effect on people, it piqued his interest. He found it easy to kill people, hes been doing it most of his life. But perverting people, altering them, making them changethat was more to his liking. Nothing brought a smile to this mans face like watching a well-to-do deteriorate into an uncivilized beast, dropping their morals and doing whatever is necessary to survive. The land was, and will never be, for the meek so long as he roamed these lands.
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The less you know, the better. That may be, she kept her tone casual, one of the most inaccurate clichs in existence. She sighed, trying to keep her voice from betraying nervousness. When is itever better not to know? Admittedly, Alice had a particularly strong opinion on that front. She made her living proving the fallibility of that mantra, and in so doing, her actions had reaffirmed to the point of certainty that ignorance, no matter how comforting, was never a good thing. Never. She was willfully ignorant of what her crimes had done to the people around her, and look where that had landed her. Perhaps not the most direct correlation I can make, she mused,but it's true.
Despite opening with a defiant line, the Joker had spooked Alice. The hair on her arms stood up when he talked about breaking a finger; by the time he got to leaving the man with the knife in his chest, Alice had gone rigid with trepidation. Had the Joker not started off with the dog story, Alice might have outright refused to have anything to do with the box. As it was, he got to that part next. Good girl, she had grumbled, leaning her head against the wall for a moment before finding it uncomfortable and sitting awkwardly upright. Her mouth was turned down as she thought over his dismissal of her question. She did not want to deliver the box. She didnt want to open the box. She didnt want anything to do with it at all.
Alice begrudgingly acknowledged that already this could be a defining moment in their interaction. He was giving her an outright order, with no obvious benefit to herself, to do something that was almost certainly going to get her in trouble. He was that secure in his influence over her, an influence he had cultivated in only a few hours. She shook her head. No, no, I can't deliver that stupid box. He had started the conversation with a threat, so she knew he wouldnt take a refusal lying down. But she was never a good girl in the sense that he was using. She may have been shyam still shy, she corrected herselfbut she had always been feisty.
A gift to the doctor, you say? You dont even know the gender of the doctor Ill be seeing. Alice shook her head, blonde hair starting to feel heavy.When do I get to take a shower?she wondered. Biting her lip, Alice's teeth caught on a scab forming where the man, thrashing as he died, had slugged her across the mouth. When the Joker didnt respond to her, which she expected, she went on at a conversational volume, If you want to omit information from me, Ill respect that. But I havent even known you for a day and youre already lying to me? Thats not a good way to start things. Alice swallowed hard.Things? Really? she chided herself, feeling utterly powerless. She hit her head against the wall gently, the action still sharply knocking her teeth together.
When she felt secure that, at least for the moment, the Joker had no intention of addressing her concerns, she became reflective. The discomfort of the wall had stopped bothering her enough that, after striking her head against it, she held the position, her neck bent at an almost uncomfortable angle. Closing her eyes, the unevenly textured wall grasping at strands of her hair as she tried to shift to a more relaxed position, she mumbled, It wasnt protection though. My godfather was dead years before I killed that man. Hearing herself say that made the hair stand up on her arms again. She had killed someone. Physically ended someones life. Gotten his blood all over her. Over something had happened years ago. Granted, what that man did set into motion the worst event she'd experienced that far in her life, but she had beaten him with the savagery as if he had killed her godfather in front of her the day before.But I'm not a violent person. I'm not, she told herself, closing her eyes harder, trying to decide what she'd do when they came to collect her for the medical examination.
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Dr. Spelding made his way down the aisles of Arkham, the overhead lights flickering as he passed cell after cell. He was called in from Gotham Medical to evaluate a patient who was brought in late last night, too late to perform a medical examination. Passing checkpoint after checkpoint, Dr. Spelding paused a moment when he passed the Jokers cell. He remembered that man, the man who nearly killed him in an explosion that rocked his former hospital. The sight of him, even without his facepaint, made his skin crawl. As he checked his clipboard to make sure he had the right patient.
This one, Drawls, he said, pointing at Alices door. Bill Drawls, another guard opened up the door, revaling Alice to the doctor. Smiling, Spelding extended a hand to her, helping her to her feet. Alice? My name is Doctor Alan Spelding. Im going to be executing your medical examination. Is that alright?
He had no idea what kind of mental state she was in. Often he was used to having patients berate, or even accost him, during their evaluations. One time, he performed an evaluation of a man who threatened to eat his bones, another time he had a female patient sexually accost him, and then there was the Jokers examinationthat one left him oddly feeling violated and exposed. Once she was on her feet, he started to make his way to the examination room.
It was then that Drawls turned to Alice. His eyes looked at her intensely, perhaps to make sure she wouldnt try to use this moment to escape. His hand ducked slowly into his pocket as he reached inside to reveal a small white jewelry box, the kind one would buy to package a ring in. Setting it on the floor in front of her, he focused on her and took a step back. Best not to keep the good doctor waiting, Drawls said, his voice timid.
It was then that Drawls looked behind him at the Jokers cell. The food slot was open and the patients eyes, encircled with dark, tired skin, was watching him deliver the package. The slot slowly closed and the Joker sat up, smiling wickedly to himself, looking at his own reflection in the doors view window.
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Is it alright? she asked, speaking mostly to herself, eyes narrowed. Do I have a choice? Alice mentally scolded herself for being rude to the doctor, even if he hadnt heard her. Those superficially polite faux-questions aggravated her. Still, he was taking out her frustration on Dr. Spelding, frustration he had nothing to do with cultivating, and that wasnt fair. Alice tried to even her expression, looking as neutral as she could manage.
Just as she had gotten her facial muscles under her control, she saw the guard set down the tiny box. All of her silent work was undone, overcome with an abrupt frown. The Joker would know if she didnt take it, so she had to do that much at least. Touching it with a gentleness and dislike as though it were coated with broken glass, Alice carefully put it in her jumpsuit. Glaring so fiercely at the guard that he flinched, Alice left her cell and tried to decide what to do with the box. She refused to allow herself to look towards the Joker.
Alice padded quietly down the hall, watching the doctor with a detached look intended to mask her apprehension. So focused on trying to determine what to do with the item the Joker had forcefully entrusted her with, Alice was unaware of the jeering of the inmates as she walked by.I have to warn him right? she asked herself. And then her gray hat hacker morality kicked in. Kicked in almost physically, manifesting as a twitch of relief skipping across her expression. Immediately the pre-remorse she had been fearing slipped off her shoulders, replaced by a calming sensation of intellectual apathy.
Her godfather had indoctrinated her into the gray hat hacking way of life. Unbeknownst to herself, she quickly took that shaky base of an ethical foundation and generalized it to her everyday life. She could be a good person if it benefited her, but if it benefited her to behave otherwise, shed do that with just as much ease. Alice didnt enjoy doing the right thing or doing the wrong thing she justdid things. For fun, for moneyit didnt matter. Exhaling deeply for the first time since the Joker had closed his food flap and ended their conversation, she sighed out the last remnants of the guilt shed been harboring in anticipation of completing her assigned task. Alices dislike at being compelled to deliver whatever it was she was hiding in her jumpsuit had distracted her from the task itself. True, she didnt want to get in trouble. But she also didnt care if the doctor got hurt if that kept her from getting hurt.
Her thoughts no longer clouded by the uninvited question of morality that had been lingering since her intake, Alice came up with an idea. A back up plan of sorts. Looking around for security cameras, which were obvious in their placement, she chose a spot where she would be in direct view of the feed. She immediately stopped walking, halting so suddenly that the guard bumped into her and knocked her down. Bracing herself, once on the ground, grimacing at the sensation of her bones connecting with the cold, scarred floor, Alice quickly set the box on the ground in front of her. She counted to two, holding it in plain sight, to control for any delays in the footage capture, and then put it back in her jumpsuit. Neither the doctor nor the guard noticed the boxand if someone was watching the footage in real time, they wouldnt notice it either. And that was the point. As she stood, Alice saluted the camera. If something very bad did come about from her using the boxif I choose to use it, she reminded herselfshe could say she was coerced, hoping that the elaborate bit she did there would show that she was trying to indicate that she had the item and didnt want it.
Standing on her own, Alice looked up at the doctor. Maybe if he was nice, shed be swayed, but at the moment, she was more than ready to set down the item she had flashed for the camera and back against the wall, leaving him to fend for himself.
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The Joker sat solemnly in his cell, staring at the textured paint upon the bricks across from him. His lips curved into a grin as he reflected. Oh, Victor.you simply dont throw away such an amazing suit like that And with that, he cackled and stood up from his cell, slowly walking towards the door, peering out the food slot and seeing the guard. Hello, Charlie.
Well Alice, Dr. Spelding said as he closed the door behind them, How are you feeling? I mean, aside from sores and bruises from the police last night, are you feeling ill? Unusual at all? He had her sit on the examination table across from him as he began looking over her medical records. Flipping through the pages, often looking at the same page multiple times, he sighed as he set the file down and moved over to her. Taking his stethoscope, he began listening to her heart. Soon he moved to take her blood pressure, weight, the whole deal. He wrote everything down, and when he closed the file and sat it down on the table next to her, he spoke frankly. Weve decided to keep you here at Arkham Asylum while your treatment is underway, Alice. I apologize for not getting here late last night, but there are some special rules here at Arkham. Ever since the, ahem, Crane incident, weve been reviewing all security protocols and have adopted some of Blackgate prisons procedures in dealing with the influx of violent patients weve been receiving lately.
First off, you are allowed to have visitors between ten in the morning until noon. Breakfast is at eight, lunch at one, and dinner at seven. From one until six, you are allowed to be in the commons areas. That includes the mess hall, dining hall, lounge, and the field outside. You are not allowed to touch any of the guards, doctors, or administration. And lastly, we are treating very volatile people here. Interfering with their treatment will be delt with and serious ramifications will be handed down for interfering with the doctors and their work.
Spelding had seen the vast majority of the recent patients here. Ever since his predecessor was found murdered in his apartment, Speldings career had skyrocketed as he published paper after paper on the many emotional facets of Arkham Asylum. He was making the rounds at the late night talk shows and he was gearing up to publish what he considered to be his legacy, The Joker and Emotional Instability, as the only doctor with exclusive permission to treat the Joker, Spelding was positioned to profit more than the hundreds who visited the clown daily. He had been seen boasting to the guards about how he was going to retire, leave Gotham, and settle on the West Coast, in a small beach bungalow. In fact, the guards were actually getting tired of hearing Speldings plans.
So Alice, your vitals look good, which is a relief, Spelding began, I mean, sometimes patients have serious lacerations and bruises. That Batman packs a punch. He chuckled before finding his composure again. Well, I mean.anyways Spelding seemed to get a little nervous, looking to the door, making sure no one was watching them before he continued. I hear you have something for mea small box, yes? Give it here, his voice taking a softer yet darker tone.
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Alice did her best to control her flinching as he took her vitals. She didnt like being touched. She wasnt sure when or why it had startedmaybe from her godfathers lack of physical displays of affectionbut regardless, she did not like people putting their hands on her unless they had explicit permission. And even then, the liking was relative. Shed had a few boyfriends in the past who she was more than happy to let touch her, but getting to that point took time. Something as common as shaking with someone the first time she met them made her grimace, although Alice had since gotten that overt expression in that instance under control. Her purposeful vacation from touching and being touched also made her unusually sensitive to physical contact, especially when it involved bare skin. Thankfully, the doctor was wearing gloves. True, the latex wasn't all that different from the feeling of skin when it brushed across her back as he moved the stethoscope, or when he turned her cheek so he could shine the pinpoint light into her eyes, but still... if he had tried any of those moves bare-handed, she'd probably have hopped right of the table.
As he detailed the visitors policy, a sad sort of amusement swept over Alice. Visitors? There was no one who would visit her. That fact served to enhance her discomfort with being stuck in Arkham. There truly was no one out there who would know to check up on her.I need to find a way to keep that from being public knowledge, she thought to herself, looking down at her small feet swinging off the edge of the table. After all, she imagined that some of the nasties trapped in here would feel significantly reduced reservation with having a go at her if they knew there were no outsiders checking up on her. Sighing, Alice looked up from her feet and back at the doctor. It was then that he asked for the box. Alices entire demeanor changed. She displayed what she was thinking more candidly, affect changing as a feeling of disgust weaved its way through her.Corruption rampant on Day 1, she mused, narrowing her eyes at him.
Its funny you should say that doc, on the heels of reviewing the strict safety protocols and such. She took the box, holding it gently in her palm. As you can see, yes I do have it." Alice looked at the box, not setting it down. I wasnt told what was in it though." Alice jumped quickly off the table. "So, she glanced at the door, walking to the opposite side of the room as the doctor, whats in it? Truth be told, Alice really did not care what was in it. But before she handed it over, she wanted to know what she was going to be trapped in the room with. A self-directed sardonic smile crossed her lips. What could it possibly contain that would be dangerous. Still, the Joker had told her to take a step back, and shed feel much better setting it in front of the puffed up hypocrite if she knew what he was expecting.
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The doctor quickly snatched up the little box in his hands, holding it like a father would his son after having through hed lost his child forever. He struggled to hold back his smile, occasionally letting his teeth gleam in a grin. He finally had it, something he had wanted for the longest time. His attentions were soon back on Alice, who was now on the other side of the locked room from him. Clearing his throat, he regained his composure, smoothing out any wrinkles on his lab coat before speaking.
This.this box is a gift from the Joker. It contains the remnants of Victor Zsaszs teeth he lost in a fight with the Batman. I dont know how he got them, but he did, and he told me hed give them to me, Dr. Spelding said as he sat the box down beside himnot too far from him though. Victor was once a patient here, before my time. I guess you could say hes kind of the first of his kind, a murderous killer who would cut himself with tally marks after each kill. Well, this is where the box comes in. Once Victor was out of places on his skin, he had to get creative. So, taking a small knife and some hydrochloric acid, he began to etch additional tally marks into the backs of his teeth. That way, he could savor each kill by simply running his tongue over his teeth.
Spelding smiled as he sat up a little, trying to look a little more professional. Itll all be in my paper on Zsasz, which I expect to submit for peer review later this month. The Joker has really been a gift for me here, hes given me insight to so many different patients here. If he werent a murderous psychopathic clown, hed make a decent psychologist. Spelding laughed at the joke he perceived as witty. When he noticed that Alice wasnt reacting, he cleared his throat and picked up the box. Well then, lets take a look he said as he opened the box. It was then that a burst of yellow dust exploded in Speldings face, much to his chagrin. He dropped the box, which contained no teeth but a small balloon filled with yellow powder which popped upon opening. What is this!? Spelding said as he looked to Alice, his teeth clenched as as moved towards her, What did you do with the teeth!? You stupid, dumb, little bitchI can keep you locked up here for all time, you know!!!
The man shouted at her. As he took another step, Spelding began to notice that he was sweating a little more than usual. Wiping his brow of the perspiration with his hand, he began to breathe deeper. Looking at his hands a moment, he soon turned his attention back to Alice. You dirty cunt. he began, edging closer, No matter, I can always just takeyourteeth and mark them up to look like his. No one will know the difference! Spelding took another step, no longer fearing any repercussions of his actions. He would have his teeth.
It was at Speldings next step that the room suddenly went dark. In fact, the whole Asylum went dark. Had the examination room not been soundproofed, both Spelding and Alice would have heard everyone outside in the cells yelling and hollering.Except for patient # 1593156, his cell was dead silent.
Inside the examination room, Alice could hear Spelding breathing deeper and deeper. He gasped at the air and fell silent. The room was pitch black and silent. It was only a moment though until Alice felt someone grab both of her arms by the wrists and move her from the edge of the room back into the center. She would hit the edge of the examination able, her chest on the soft cushion, bending over. Before she could move, the person was behind her, leaning over her and keeping her against the examination table. Dont move, the man said as he pressed something against her neck. It was a small scalpel, one youd expect to find in the surgery room here at Arkham, not the examination room, where sharps were not permitted. Move and youll die, he said as the edge of the blade pressed further against her neck. One of his legs kicked hers aside, forcing her so spread her legs a little. The blade firmly against her flesh, the assailants other hand began to creep down her side until it could sweep under her, caressing her between her legs through her Arkham uniform.
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Alice could not easily recall a time she had been more disoriented in her life. The doctor going from a composed academic to a foul-mouthed lunatic bent on getting her teeth then the strange box expelling powder from a balloon, followed by darkness and now the scalpel and the stranger. What kind of place was this?
Had the man accosting her been just a bit quicker getting her to the table, he would have gotten a one-sided earful of screaming. Lucky for him, by the time he roughly guided her over, Alice was certain the room was soundproof. Very recently certain she still had her mouth open in anticipation of crying out. After he pressed her head against the table, though, she knew that should have been the sound ofsomething, anything going on outside. But there wasnt. All she could hear was breathing, strange uneven breathing, which she couldnt quite place, in her haze of fear and confusion, as the doctors or belong to the man holding her down.
Who the fuck are you? she asked, surprised at her own mouth. When she got nervous, Alice tended to curse. She wasnt proud of itin fact, if anything the profanity was amusing when spoken in her voice rather than even the slightest bit intimidatingbut its how she was. Alice, to distract her own self from what was going on, wondered how someone got in that room. It wasnt particularly large.Augh, these guards!, she thought angrily. Of coursewho else could have gotten in there? First they give her a stupid box filled with powder poison, and now one of them is in the room, teasing her legs apart while holding a knife to her throat!Might even be that jerk who brought me here in the first placeIt almost made her want to join ranks with the Joker.
Alice briefly weighed the pros and cons of her three possible routes of resistance. There was the obvious, active route of fighting. The cold steel tracing a crooked line down her neck, almost making her cut herself with a shiver, was a solid voice of reason against that route. However, the other two options were passive, leaving the final call in his hands. In her limited experience with hold ups, Alice had found it was nice to know how serious a death threat was. The person threatening you with death probably wouldn't off you immediately, at least not in a situation like her present one. Indeed, a kid cornering her in an alley in The Bowery had almost started crying once she put him in a position where he either had to stab her or admit defeat.But this, she made a frightened noise of resistance as he continued to touch her,is not a kid.
Taking a deep breath, Alice prepared to try the direct route. Since her assailants other hand, the one not pressing a blade into her skin, was being used to violate her, Alice had a tiny opportunity to escape, provided she could use his distraction at assaulting her to delay his other hand from slitting her throat. Blinking once, realzing she was near tears, Alice ducked her head in the opposite direction of the knife while his non-weapon hand was distracted and then swept her head down and in the other direction to get away. She didnt really think this through, of course. While the shock of her impromptu resistance did not end in her being gutted, Alice was immediately aware that she wasnt sure exactly how far from the table she had gotten, let alone how close she would be to getting out of the roomif I can even remember where the door is.
Fuck, she said, and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Announcing her positionthat was a great move. Stellar work, Alice.The man who had been accosting her was completely silent. Alice took a tiny step to the right, thinking that was around where the doctors body was.Maybe I could hold him up as a shield if the guard tries to stab me. Another stepnothing. Inhaling as quietly as possible, Alice took a third small step away.
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Its when Alice took that next step back that she bumped into her assailant. Standing behind her, he left her no chance of reacting to this discovery before his arm wrapped around her neck, holding her against his body. The other arm went behind her head, forcing her forehead down. This was a move meant to subdue, to deprive the victim of oxygen and move them into unconsciousness. She could flail all she liked, she could scream, but she would not break this hold. Within a few seconds, she would fall limp, unconscious in her assailants arms. It was only then that the man would let her go, letting her body fall to the floor like a ragdoll. His breathing was irregular, but not labored.
Youre not going anywhere, the assailant said as he leaned down to pick up her body.
When she awoke, she would find herself back on the examination table. The room was still dark, and the room was silent. If she would struggle, she would soon find herself restrained. Often the patients were unruly, so the hospital had a set of restraints attached to the bed, large leather belts that would hold a patients limbs down. And thats how Alice would find herself, tied down to the examination table, her wrists and ankles bound to the table. Her arms were over her head, her legs were spread. As soon as she moved, her assailant stood up, noticing she was awake. He moved towards her, standing at the end of the table, reaching his hand out, finding her neck, and drawing it down her body. He traced out the valley between her breasts, down her firm stomach, and finally down her torso until he was once again caressing her sex through her uniform.
He reached back for her neck, caressing her, running the back of his hand against her skin. She would feel him tug on her shirt, almost lifting her body up against her restraints as he pulled up on her tanktop. However, as the scalpel met the fabric, the sound of cloth tearing filled the room, following by Alices body landing back on the table, her breasts now exposed to the cold, dark night air. Her assailant smiled to himself as he took the blunt edge of the blade and drew it over her body, pressing hard on her skin, letting her know where he would cut her if he needed to do so. He traced down her body, and let the blade trace around her breasts, flicking one of her nipples with the steel.
Once the blade reached the hem of her pants though, he wasted no time in slicing those off as well, ripping the fabric when necessary and discarding the orange jumpsuit to the side as he left her in nothing but her panties, strapped to the table. He had plans for Alice
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Alice whimpered softly as she tested the restraints on her arms and legs. They were solid, making uncomfortable ridges in her soft skin.This cannot be real, she thought, realizing that she must have been crying before she passed out: the space around her eyes was uncomfortably wet.Dont cry, Alice, dont cry, she urged herself, biting her lip very hard to distract herself from the emotional torment that was starting to take over her senses.
Stop she cried out as he slid the back of his hand along her bare skin. Her entire body shuddered at the touch, her dread at the unfamiliarity of the sensation enhanced by the pitch black, soundless prison; Please she didnt manage to get the stop part of the plea out as he carefully drew the knife along her torso, the cold steel such a jarring sensation in the dark that she wasnt positive hehadnt cut her; Stop, please, stop she said more urgently as he traced the blade around her breast, whimpering when he pressed the steel against her nipple; Stop it! she finally shouted, the sound interrupted by a sob as he cut off the rest of her uniform. Biting her lip harder, she listened in horror at the sound of her own anguished voice as it resonated and dissipated in the otherwise silent room. She was surprised by the sound of it, an unfamiliar mix of terror andanger? Was that what it was? Or panic. Alice wasnt a tough girl, not really. She had a smart mouth, but if he pushed hard enough, shed break and behave.
Does it make you feel like a man, retraining an unconscious girl so you can molest her in the dark? Alice used the word molest, spoken through gritted teeth, because she wasnt willing to even entertain the possibility of it going farther than that. True denial had lasted right up until he cut off everything but her panties. Now that he had gotten to that point, his intentions horrifyingly apparent, Alice panicked. She really didnt want to beg. She abhorred begging. It just made her feel dirty. Her only other option, as she saw it, was asking questions. They were a good distraction. Outright begging wasnt as effective at delaying an assailants action because that kind of communication could be ignored, made into a perverted soundtrack for whatever they were planning. Questions, though. Those were like skips in the musicjust jarring enough to slow things down. Although Alice had never been strapped to an exam table and had her clothes sheared from her body before, shed been in more than one situation where shed chosen questions, and she was alive to talk about it.
The obvious question of What do you want? was beside the point now. The first time he forced his hands against her sex, she could have pulled it off. Maybe even if shed been coherent enough to form words before her sliced through her tank top, she could have asked him then. Leaving her naked except for her panties, though, restrained with her legs spread, made the answer to that too apparent to warrant a question.Moving on, she told herself, imagining her internal voice beginning to become unsteady with fear. Feeling hot tears leak out of the side of her eyes, Alice shut them. It didn't matter-- she couldn't see anything either way. Before he could touch her panties, she said quietly,
Please dont do this. Is there anything,anything you want from me that I can give you instead of she swallowed a sob before adding weakly, this?
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The man remained silent. He ignored her pleas and sobs as he continued to explore her body, fingertips rounding ever corner, descending down every valley, riding ever ridge. He licked his lips as he slid two of his fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding over his digits as he licked and coated them with his saliva. Once removed, he was quick to move the fabric of her panties aside with one hand, and began rubbing at her sex with his wet fingers, coating her womanhood with his spit. Caressing around her pussylips, he would test the waters by sliding in a finger, just a knuckle deep, inside of her, feeling her pussy grasp at his finger. This lasted only a minute as soon he slid both digits very, very deep into Alice, forcing her to spread for him. Once his fingers were buried inside her slick sex, he turned his hand until the palm was facing upwards and, after curling his fingers slightly, began to pump his digits in and out of her, his thumb rubbing up against her clit each time he buried his index and middle finger deep inside of her.
He continued this, invading her body with his fingers, violating her as she writhed helplessly in the silenced room. Though she could not see, a grin was upon her assailants lips as he felt her pussy tighten about him. She might resist, but she no doubt was being affected by being touched by a man. As he pulled his fingers from her, he could feel them soaked with her wetness, just as he desired. One arm goes to rest by her side as he leaned over the table to her. She could feel his breath on her, the hot air blown over her soft skin. Reaching for her, he smeared her own juices over her lips, coating her with her own essence as if to see Struggle all you like, your pussy doesnt lie to me, Alice.
Its then Alice could hear him begin to shuffleno.he was undressing. He pulled his shirt off of his chest and tossed it to the corner and soon followed by his pants and, finally his boxers. He stepped up to her, positioning himself between her legs, inches from her dripping slit. He held his hand to his face and Alice could finally hear him as he spit on his hand, reaching down to begin stroking his hardening cock, slathering his manhood with his saliva. His free hand went to grasp at the strings of her panties as he roughly tore them from her, the fabric snapping and quickly removed, leaving her nude and vulnerable. He set the panties down on her stomach as he stepped closer. Grasping at his cock, he edged closer as Alice soon felt the bulbous head of his cock against her lips. The swollen head would rub against her lips, collecting more juices upon the tip. He was ready, but he held back, listening for her reaction to the upcoming heinous act that she was about to be subjected to.
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Every time his fingers brushed against her skin, Alice felt as though mild, but unpleasant, electricity was being sent through her body. Her senses were in overdrive. She regretted having prevented people from touching her for so longperhaps it would have made this more bearable.
Please please, dont she moaned as his fingertips violated every inch of her skin.Why hasnt anyone turned the lights back on?she wondered desperately. Someone had to stop him.They have to.This was her first full day heretheres no way she could get fucked against her will that soon.
The first time he touched her naked sex, she cried out wordlessly, ashamed. Once he pushed a finger inside her, even just up to the knuckle, she moaned, No please... please, no. His lack of a response to all of her pleas made the attack that much more terrifying. At least if he had told her to shut up shed know he was listening to her. When he slid two fingers deep inside her she arched against him. Youre youre hurting me, she said plaintively, trying to moved out of his grasp. Of course the effort was wastedthe restraints were more than adequate. It was unbearable enough that he was forcing his fingers inside her, but as he rubbed her clit, her body rebelled. She desperately wanted him to stopwhich she said every few seconds, with varying phrases and volume. But she felt herself getting wet at his touch, even though it was painful as he forced fingers in and out of her. No longer concerned with hiding her shame, Alice began to cry openly. Her begging clearly hadnt affected him so she resorted to doing the best to stifle her sobs and try, in vain, to squirm out of his grasp.
When he took his fingers out of her sex, her body already aching from being so tense, she was not prepared for him to wipe her own wetness across her lips. The loudest sob she had made thus far emanated from her lips, lips which were now sticky with her own essence.No, no she moaned softly. She had no control over how her body was reacting, but she was too ashamed to say so. It didnt matter to him.
As a distraction from the horror of what was happening, Alice set her mind on trying to figure out who was doing this to her. Alice felt like she was being purposefully ignorant. It just didnt make sense that a guard would go through all the trouble to trap her in there with the lights out when he could make her go anywhere. Even the one that had given her the box Noooo!Alice thought to herself, unable to breathe for a minute. Despite the humiliation that had already arrested her senses, Alice felt fresh tears form in her eyes as she realized who it was.Stupid, stupid, stupid,she chided herself, trying to keep from crying audibly.Oh no, you never should have delivered that box! Alice moaned aloud. It was so obvious who it was.No.should she call him by name? Would that stop him? Absolutely not. In fact, it might make things worse. A new wave of fear washed over her, causing her to shiverhe might have even thought she was shuddering at his touch. He had gotten to her on Day 1 she let out an audible sob at that awareness.
Alices mind was diverted to the present with a violent sense of panic as she heard him undress. Oh, god, no When she heard him spit on his hand, she repeated herself, louder and adding, Please dont.Please! Once he ripped her panties from her body, she started screaming even though she knew no one could her hear her. Maybe it would force him to keep his face away from hers. When she felt the tip of his cock press against her unwillingly wet sex, she was silent for a few seconds, gasping. Thrashing as violently as she could muster, she cried out,
Please, dont do this. Ill do anything you want. She felt like a clich but her mind was so arrested by panic that she was lucky to be able to get any words out at all. P-please! Sobs had begun to wrack her body, enabling only nonsensical begging.
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His veiny tool invaded her, pushing deep inside of her, taking her. He sight softly as he felt his hips meet hers, his cock fully inside of Alice, spreading her. The feeling was incredible. Each time she flailed her legs against her restraints, he felt her tightening up, squeezing his cock. He leaned over, hands on either side of her chest on the examination table, and began thrusting into her. He started slow, waiting until his cock was coated with enough of her honey and her pussy was dilated enough to take him easily. This wouldnt take long and soon, the assailant was thrashing against her, slamming his hips and forcing his dick deep inside of her with each powerful thrust.
Pounding her, he was taking her violently in the dark room, thrusting into her slutty dripping cunt. He smiled to himself at her offers. What could she offer that he wasnt taking now? He felt incredibly good inside of her. She was tight, but he would jar her loose. Drops of sweat would begin forming on his forehead, one droplet rolling down his chin and landing upon her breasts. Despite her cries, her pussy told a different story. She was dripping wet and ready, and the ease by which his cock penetrated her was her true feelings. He thought she was secretly enjoying this, at least to some degree.
However, her cries began to grate on him. He never let up on his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of her fully with each thrust, never skipping a beat. However as he heard her start wailing he shook his head. He reached down for two items, her torn soaked panties and some duct tape. He reached down and grasped at her neck, tightening his grip on her and depriving her of oxygen, choking her. He held his hand on her throat, holding tight to her as he rocked her body, her tits swaying with each thrust of his meat. Before she would pass out, he would abruptly release his grip on her neck. When she gasped for air, those soaked panties were shoved into her mouth. The deep sound of duct tape being unwrapped from its roll filled the room before the smelly tape was placed over the panties, effectively covering her mouth. *SMACK* He let his hand rap against her cheek once for good measure to remind her that she belonged to him now. No one could hear her, she best act like a good little whore and take what he offered her. *SMACK* He offered her other cheek the same treatment, no doubt her skin was nice and rosy now as she tasted her wetness on her panties.
He continued rolling his hips, slamming into her from so many different angles like a master. His hands reached out for her nipples, taking one in each hands thumb and forefinger, pinching her tits as he rocked her. No doubt he would mix pain and pleasure and blur the lines between the two. He continued at his work.shed be sore the next day. Shed feel this for days.
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The first time he entered her, Alice was shocked into silence. She gasped as his ready cock forced its way past her tight lips. As he pushed his way into her, deeper, she moaned in pain, arching herself as far away from him as she could manage. Stop! she screamedand scream she did, so forcefully that she knew her voice would be uncooperative in the morning. Alice couldnt believe how her body was betraying her like this. The sensation of his hard dick inside her was overwhelming, but she refused to allow herself to acknowledge that it felt good in any way at all. And the combination of fear, humiliation and undeniable pain at being taken against her will did effectively suppress any pleasure that might have otherwise slipped under the radar of her consciousness. In retrospect, that was a good thing. It might have been more traumatizing for her to enjoy what he was doing to her when she do desperately wanted him to stop.
Once he thrust all the way in, slamming up to her hips, she started crying out in earnest: Please stop,please! Youre hurting me! Yourereally hurting me! Please! And he was causing her pain her, a lot of pain now. She wished one of her hands was free so she could reach up and touch his face she had to know if it was him, and those scars would give him away...if it was him. Please, please dont let it be him, she thought, surprising her own self as a desperate cry escaped her lips without warning. It was one of her involuntary screams that must have pushed him over the edge, because it was following one such agony-ridden sob that he wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed.
Mmngh! Alice groaned against his hold, feeling the blood rush to her face, the skin reddening as he deprived her of air, reinforcing his momentary ownership by using her as his fucktoy without even letting her breathe. She started to feel dizzy and was hopeful, fleetingly, that he would knock her out, perhaps even kill her. The latter may seem a little extreme, but at the time, she couldnt imagine anything worse happening to her than what he was doing right then, and she was willing to do anything, truly anything, to make him stop.
As his hand left her throat, she gasped for air only to feel something warm and slightly moist shoved into her mouth. It took Alice a few seconds to realize what it was, and once she did, she tried her hardest to scream through the torn fabric. The stifled sound was overwhelmed by the roar of the duct tape as it was ripped from its roll, soon placed roughly over her mouth. If having her essence smeared against her lips embarrassed her, having her own panties shoved in her mouth belonged on a level of humiliation Alice had never before experienced. Now more than ever, she wanted him to choke her until she passed out, even if it meant she passed out permanently.
Her darker musings were interrupted as he brought his hand against her soft cheek, jarringly grounding her in the present. Defeated, she slowly let her mind lapse into wordless misery as he continued to violate her. She could still feel the sting of his slaps as he roughly grabbed her nipples, causing new tears to slide out of her undoubtedly reddened eyes.Please, someone turn on the lights. Please make this stop, she begged silently, unsure how much more pain and humiliation she could take before it broke her
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The sounds of wet flesh filled the small examination room as the assailant continued his cruel violation of Alice. Sweat was rolling down his forehead, riding along his chin and dropping upon her chest at a steady pace now. He was keeping his pace for awhile, he must have been slamming into Alice for at least ten minutes now, always sheathing his entire tool deep inside of her. Grasping at her nipples, he pulled up on her, stretching her breasts as he held onto her taut little pebbles tightly. And when they were stretched to their maximum, he would let them fall, shaking on her chest as they settled.
But he was close. Her pussy was too tight, each thrust was just as pleasurable as the first and soon he felt his balls swelling. No doubt her cunt was read and swollen from such abuse, she would be sore tomorrow.as well as the next couple of days. But where would he deposit his cum? Inside of her? Upon her? Shall he decorate her pretty little face with his spunk? Or perhaps leave her with his seed slowly oozing out from her puffy, abused, pussy? Groaning, he knew he had to make a choice and when he felt his time approaching, he knew what he wanted.
Pulling himself from her, he began stroking his cock feverishly, getting read for the culmination of all this pleasure. His cock would erupt shot after shot of his cum, the warm, white, seed flying through the air and splattering all over her chest and face, decorating her. Rope after rope shot onto her, covering her hair, nose, one big coming close to her eyes, and much of it landing on the duct tape covering her lips. Her chest was coated in cum, it dribbled off her areola and ran down the edge of her red, swollen breasts. The man, as quiet as ever, just wiped the rest of the cum off his cock and reach over to her, smearing it on her stomach before he reached for his pants and began dressing himself.
Once he was dressed, he took a minute to compose himself. Though Alice might have been emotionally and physically a wreck, he was also exhausted after fucking this poor little patient silly. Once he felt himself at a tolerable calm level, he stood up and made his way to the door. Opening it slowly, he stepped out, leaving the door wide open and, more importantly, leaving Alice there, covered in cum with her panties in her mouth, for all to see. Minutes passed until finally the familiar sight of a beam of light, a flashlight down the hall, invaded the previously pitch black room.
This door wasnt opened before a man said as he stepped inside the place and began viewing the scene. His eyes widened as he held his mouth over his hand. JENKINS, RANDOLPH! EXAMINATION ROOM! he screamed as he hurried over to the woman. Removing his jacket, he covered her up the best he could. JENKINS! RAND-OOOOO he said as stumbled while making his way back to the door. Turning around, his eyes lit up again. There was Doctor Spelding, dead on the ground, curled up in the fetal position, white foam casually seeping from his mouth.
JENKINS! RANDOLLLLPH! the guard cried again, scurrying into the corner of the room in his own fetal position, unsure of what he just stumbled upon.
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Alice tried to scream against the makeshift gag, choking herself in the process. Any pleasure she may have been feeling was steadily replaced by unadulterated, degrading pain. Every time he grabbed her breasts, it hurt. She could feel her pink nipples becoming swollen, no doubt reddening as he pinched them. She would thrash, trying to break his grasp, but he ignored her, pulling them as far as he desired before letting go, her breasts quivering each time he opened his fingers. Already a tiny person, the sheer size of him was difficult for Alice to accommodateand he violated her with the full length of his shaft every time he pounded into her, mercilessly reinforcing that for as long as he wanted to, he owned her. Alices voice was raw from trying to scream through the gag, her pussy aching more with each thrust. She felt every veined inch he pounded in and out of her. To Alice, it seemed like an hour had passed before he pulled out, intending to inflict one last act of humiliation on Alice before leaving her in the darkness, naked, restrained and gagged a few feet from a dead body.
Alice closed her eyes as she felt the first burst of warm seed shoot across her skin. Her body racked with sobs as he marked her with his cum. Alice flinched each time he splattered her face with his spunk, gritting her teeth as the ropes of cum landed on her face, her hair, the curves of her breasts. She whimpered and held her eyes shut as he roughly wiped the remainder of his white seed across her torso. In fact, she wouldnt open her eyes again until someone ordered her to, keeping them closed even as the screaming guard covered her with his coat, as two different guards worked quickly to free her from the table, cringing while more hands touched her nude body in the dark.
Alice was rushed to a small room at the end of the hospital wing. Her posture had gone rigid, her face set, expression distant. After several minutes in the cramped room, a doctor who was clearly in higher standing with the hospital than the ones surrounding her, approached Alice. Audibly impatient, he demanded of the nearest staff member,
Why did you call me here? Why havent you cleaned her up?" In a contrastingly meek voice, the doctor responded,
Well, we... we think one of the inmates assaulted her. Shouldnt we collect a DNA sample before he cut her off, voice raised,
Clean her up,now. He looked at Alice closely, evaluating how much of what he said was resonating with her. Satisfied she was in sufficient shock, he went on, impatience augmented, What do you think would happen to the hospital if word of this got out?Well? They were silent, averting their eyes from him, staring at the floor, the wallanywhere but him or, god forbid, at Alice. I want her spotless. The doctor closest to Alice tried to take the coat off of her. Grasping it tightly, Alice refused to loosen her hold on it. Frowning, the head doctor said sharply, Sedate her. And keep her that way. Shaking his head as he left, he added with his back turned, Don't worry about writing this up. I'll take care of the report.
Once he took his leave, the remaining doctors quickly washed away the evidence. They then left to tend to other patients, replaced by a pair of the greenest workers in the ward. Alice didnt really have wounds that needed treating, so for the majority of the time she just sat idly on the bed while they decided what to do with her. They werent trained for this. When the doctors did interact with her, poking her with the odd cold implement, they avoided looking at her face. Not that Alice was trying to make eye contact with them. With the aid of the drug, Alice had retreated into herself, leaving her external processing to autopilot. At first Alice tried to keep her cognition in a state of silence, as though her brain was holding its breath. When her thinking gradually gained lucidity, Alice realized she needed to get her crying out of the way before she got to her cell. Without warning, hot tears began pushing out of the side of her eyes, trailing down her soft skin with a consistent flow. One doctor, who had accidentally brushed a hand against her face, noticed this; she said nothing.
An hour later, a psychologist arrived, looking harassed and nervous. His conversation with Alice was short. After a few concise statements, she deliberately flattened her affect. Normally, he would try to make a patient more responsive. But Alice had been traumatized in the asylums care, and a record of that trauma was likely in the process of being wrapped in red tape. When the psychologist left, the taller doctor observed coldly,
Well, better here than in prison. At least this place is full of shrinks.
Once the sedation had worn off, or nearly warn off, a guard half-walked, half-carried Alice back to her cell. He set her down on the cot, taking the scratchy shock blanket with him. Alice rolled onto her side, the aching of her body becoming more pronounced. Sporting a new uniform, stiff and smelling of industrial detergent, Alice scooted as close to the wall as she could and stared at it until she passed out.
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This is a nightmare, the warden said as he poured himself a glass of water, setting it at his desk. Around his desk was a series of directors, councilmen, and lawyers, all eager to extinguish the problem that began last night. Warden Percival tore open a small paper sleeve and let two antacid tablets fall into the water, the tablets effervescing. Three dead guards, four escaped inmates, one dead doctor.and that woman, he shook his head and drank from the glass and looked outside. The sun was rising.
It could have been worse, a councilman said, looking at his colleagues before continuing, The public, in general, wasnt alerted. None of the patients are dead and the guards families will be compensated for.
Yes, exactly, we blamed it on the blackout. In fact, we could spin this to get more funding. More funding would have prevented all of this! we could say, one lawyer said as he turned to the warden, smiling confidently.
I dont see any other course of action the warden said, finishing his drink.
The Joker sat upon the couch, idly watching the television. Visiting hours had not arrived just yet but the man was already gearing up for a rousing session where he would regale all the people with stories about how he let the Batman capture him and that he was playing the vigilante like the fool he was. He cared not if they believed him or not, but he always wanted them to know. Another man soon took a seat next to the clown, a man who was as infamous, if not more, around Arkham than the Joker.
For a lunatic, you sure watch a lot of news, Doctor Crane said as he sat, looking straight ahead, not making eye contact with the Joker. The two had a tepid relationship at best, other times it was downright rocky.
I did as you asked, Crane began, Five more barrels.
The Joker just smirked, turning his head to face the doctor before his lips curved into a smile, his yellow teeth beaming at Crane. Had Crane been looking, he would have instantly been disgusted. In fact, virtually everything the Joker did irked Crane. The games, the unshelled look, the unpredictability...all of it was evidence for Crane to refer to the Joker as a monsterwhen he wasnt around, of course. The doctor took this as his cue and stood up, walking off and leaving the clown to his morning news. Once he was alone, the Joker stood up, his demeanor rather calm as he made his way towards the exit. The guard standing post eyed him as he walked past, heading back to his cell. As he made his way, he ran into another guard. It was Drawls, the guard from the night prior.
Walk with me, the Joker said as he passed by Drawls. The two men made their way down the halls of Arkham.
I trust she delivered the package to Spelding, the clown said, his hands behind his back.
Yes, Drawls said as the two rounded a corner. Drawls eyes widened. He expected to see another guard at the end of the aisle and when he was nowhere to be seen, he knew he was in danger. The Joker had led him down two aisles without guards watching them. He reached for his nightstick and turned to face the clown. It was then that the Joker had slammed cold iron against Drawls, knocking him to the ground. The Joker rapped a small iron tube against his hand and grimaced at Drawls, who rolled over on his back and looked up at the clown.
No, waitI can explain! Drawls began, but as he tried to begin, the Joker had brought the tube down on his forehead, silencing the guard and leaving him on the ground in a bloody pool. He tossed the pipe to the ground and continued walked towards the visiting room.
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They let Alice refuse food for one day. Then a doctor came by and threatened to impale her with a feeding tube.Perhaps he didnt say impale, but Alice was feeling hostile towards the staff. She wasnt trying to be dramatic by not eating. She wasnt making a statement. Rather, her motivation was a combination of genuine lack of hunger and an aversion to moving around. Her body ached, and eating required sitting up, an action Alice was trying to avoid until particular pains subsided.
Accepting a sandwich made with questionably stale bread and a gloppy layer of what tasted more like petroleum jelly than any kind of fruit product, Alice chewed quickly. Her grimace was caught by an administrator, eliciting a frown from him before he tried on a look of amicability. It didn't suit him. He walked inside her cell stiffly, his forced smile making him look rather insane himself. Among other offers, he suggested she have more guards stationed around her, "until things settle down. She replied, deadpan,
A guard may be responsible for the things youre trying to sweep under the rug. She didnt do more than glance at him for the rest of the exchange, wholly uninterested in what he had to say, until he got ready to leave. Before he stepped past the bars, she added, looking at him with candid dislike, I do have one request. The strained smile widened, sweat on his nose and brow catching the artificial light.
And what is that, my dear?
Access to a lawyer. Before things settle down. She watched him swallow hard, frowning once more, the sweat made more reflective with the motion.
Ofof course, my dear. I'll arrange that as soon as possible. Giving him a look that he would recall as distinctly intimidating for someone of her stature, she said flatly,
Ill hold you to it. Truth be told, Alice had no intention of taking advantage of a lawyer. She had no intention of speaking about what happened to her ever again. But she thought it best to have the administration believe she was planning on taking action. It might stave off the wolves for a little while if the big wigs at the hospital made a point of having her watched. Alice eyed the Jokers cell nervously while she finished her sandwich, averting her gaze after a few tense seconds. Then she laid back. She was still quite sore, and doing her best to ignore where and why she was sore. Resuming her prolonged staring session at the wall, she used the pocked but white surface as a virtual blank sheet. In her mind, she was trying to visualize different codes, realizing she might need to recreate some of them manually here while her flash drives holding her homemade viruses and scripts gathered dust in her apartment.How am I going to pay rent?she wondered. Then she remembered that she had paid for a year up front and relaxed slightly, returning to the strings of 0s and 1s that she was organizing by color in her mind, synaesthesic to a degree.
Although Alice was forced to eat, she was not compelled to leave her cell. And she took full advantage of that permission, leaving only to shower. Instead she used her time to work on the benefits of her visualization practice. Alice didn't intend to try to escape from Arkham, positive shed make out fine in court. But in case she needed to unlock a cell or shut down a ward, it would be best to have something prepared. Just as she fitted together the final string of numbers for a particularly malicious virus, an inmate jeered at her as he walked past. Apathetic, Alice heard a dull thud of a nightstick as it sank into a fleshier part of his body.
Shut it or Ill make the next one count. The inmate hissed at the guard but didn't speak another word that Alice could hear. She assumed knowledge of what happened had spread among the inmates. That was part of her motivation for staying isolated. Safety of staying locked in her cell aside, she didnt want to have to face any of the men while she carried the kind of shame she assumed was associated with her. Closing her eyes, the throb of a headache starting to make its presence known, she thought desperately to herself,No, it cant be him. Oh, please dont let it be him. Her eyes flickered open and she glanced again at the Jokers cell before rolling onto her side and trying to sleep through the dinner hour.
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Tsk, tsk, tsk. You best behave yourself right now, The Joker said as he opened his food slot and watched as the guard shoved the patient forward, Everyone should be on their best behavior right now. The Joker let out a hearty laugh as his attention turned back towards the cell across the way. His eyes widened a little bit as he saw who was back.
Alice! he said, I heard what happened to you. Drawls. You see, Drawls betrayed us. I heard that the guards found the small box in the room, but no teeth. I overheard them talking about a gas. Drawls. He must have switched them, his voice darkening with each passing word, But Ive already taken care of that. No one calls an audible on my plans. No one! And with that he let the slot close.
But as soon as it closed, it was soon quickly re-oppened, the Joker laughing.
Youll have to excuse me, things are still a little hectic around here. But look at me.where are my manners. How are you, Alice? Is there anything I can do to help.with my kind of help, that is. Do you have any idea of who.attacked you, that night?
He paused a moment and then realized something. This woman just went through a hellish night, perhaps the most hellish night of her life.
You dont think it was me, do you? he sneered, somewhat insulted, Oh dear, my sweet Alice. If it were me, Id make sure you knew. He laughed and turned his head to look down the aisle. He saw his good friend, the guard Charlie, watching his show in the hallway.
Charlie! he hollered. When the pudgy guard heard him, he turned his head.
Yes, Joker? he replied.
Where was I last night? he said, his eyes now moving back towards Alice.
You were right here. I was talking to you in your cell while the other guards were running about trying to round up all the patients that were released. In fact, the Warden made sure you were watched over personally during all of this, due to yourummexcuse me, but your nature. Both you and Crane were being watched during the outage. The warden would have all of our heads if either of you escaped. Especially you. No offence, sir.
The Joker laughed, his eyes never leaving Alice. No need to apologize, Charlie. See, Alice. What did I say about protection here? Were not a prison, nobut people here are still very,very dangerous. I would re-consider my proposition if I were you. We could.help eachother.
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That settles it, Alice told herself.That guard has no reason to lie. She took a deep breath, wincing as she moved to sit up.How is it even possible that I'm still sore?she wondered, almost disappointed in herself. She redirected her thoughts to the scarred man addressing her.Especially if they were keeping a special eye out on the Jokerhow could he have gotten away with it? He couldnt. She shook her head at herself as she slowly sat up. Why couldnt she banish that feeling then? She was actively telling herself that it was impossible for it to be the Joker, was actively processing the sound reasons it couldnt be and yet that awful idea had gotten its rancid claws in her mind and refused to let go. The suspicion and horrible feeling of helplessness that rode along with it refused to leave her alone.Yet. Eventually it will fade. Eventually Ill find out who really did it. Unintentionally moaning softly as she bent at the waist, Alice frowned.But you already know who did it.Alice put her hands at her sides, pushing herself up. Why was she being so stubborn?
Once she was completely upright, Alice ran a hand slowly through her hair. The guard hadn't switched the box, and he wasnt her attacker. She knew the latter for certain. Alice wasnt the best at reading people, but she wasnt horrible. Her godfather had seen to it that she received some instruction after she had run into a few of his associates on the street. Alice wouldnt trust her perception of someone like the Joker, a wild card, but a civilian... she hoped she would have been able to discern that he intended to do something that extreme.No, it wasn't him. Drawls had practically been meek when he handed her that awful box. Still, he didn't seem like he had tampered with it either. Remembering the sight of the box made Alice grit her teeth, face set in implosive anger.Fuck this, Im not playing detective, she told herself. Although she wouldnt be able to rest until she was sure she knew who to avoid, she didnt need to address it now.Especially since I know who did it. Alice shook her head again, banishing the thought.
What Alice paused at the sound of her own voice. She hadnt spoken in a while and it sounded strange to her. Forcibly controlling the hostility she was feeling, thanks to that unjustified lingering suspicion, she asked evenly What is it that you want? Her eyes traveled to her hands. Darkening bruises had spread across her arm from where she had been restrained; she hadn't looked at her legs. For the proposition? What do you want from me? Alice couldnt bring herself to face him. Instead she pulled her knees into her chest, flinching and holding her breath until the aching subsided. Resting her chin on her knees, she wondered how many days she had left until they forced her to go outside.Maybe theyll never make me leave the cell. If that was the case, she wouldnt have to do business with the Joker. He couldnt get to her if she stayed inside.But it wasnt him, Alice reminded herself.It wasnt him.
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Jokers eyes watched her as she sat up and only drifted, for a moment, towards Charlie to make sure he was engrossed in his television to not notice them speaking. What I need, is someone who can get into the building computers and get some a filea couple of files..files.. he said as he licked his lips. He always liked scheming, almost more than the execution. Blueprints of the Asylum.I need to know what this place looks like behind closed doors. And umm his eyes glanced towards his left, Cranes not cooperating and, unfortunately, I need him for another part of the plan."
He paused a moment and looked back at Charlie before continuing. You seeArkham..its no place for someone like me. But I can already see the futurethis..this is my home now. I know Ill never go to Blackgate. Not that it matters. But here at Arkham, well.if youre going to call some place homeits best to decorate, right? Im talking the full Martha Stewart, Alice. Arkham.will be a place that hell bring me home to.
He. One thing all the doctors noticed was that the Joker rarely used the Batmans name. He wasnt coy about talking about the Bat when prodded. But he would rarely call him by his name, always by a pronoun. Somedays he would do nothing but talk about the Batman, driving the other patients insane. They could clamor to the guards to get him to shut up but the guard would only just shake his head and respond And put him where, exactly?
You know how the old saying goes.the squeaky wheel gets the grease, Alice? Well Arkham.my home.shell scream in the night to the city. Ill make her scream. And then, he began, moving his face out of the way of the slot and placing a hand through, his finger with long fingernails, pointing at her, then the people will build me a castle fit for their king. He withdrew his hand and placed his face back against the slot, looking at her. And this king will need a queen, Alice. He will not.rule.alone.
He paused for a moment, letting her sink all of it in. Ever since he was first hauled in here by Batman, he began scheming about this place. Like a young man who just bought a new house, the Joker began plans for fixing Arkham Asylum. Perhaps thats why he and Crane never got along? Crane always considered Arkham Asylum finebut not the Joker.
And before you begin to think, Alice. Remember this. He grinned through the slot, Youre here forever too.
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As she listened to him, Alices posture became tenser and tenser. She curled her body forward slightly, gritting her teeth to the point of pain. Here was the Joker she had heard about. He had been disarmingly personable when she first met him, but as he schemed, he couldn't help but be candid in his expression. It disturbed her, the combination of his blatant madness and near impassioned determination. He did have plans. And that frightened her. She did not want to be around when they came to fruition.
Alice was not surprised when he said he needed her to get him access to electronic data, but she was surprised when he mentioned the doctor. She had also heard about Dr. Crane before being locked up, but she knew very little about him except for his name. At first she was curious as to how the Joker wanted to use Dr. Crane, but she quickly tried to eliminate her interest, wanting to stay as removed as possible from his ideas. That was how she had behaved when she was working, and it had served her well.This is just another job, she told herself, smoothing her hair to one side.This is just...
Queen?
Alice felt the hair on her arms standing up.No, no, no.By the time the Joker finished addressing that part of the arrangement he was proposing, Alices eyes were wide. She was very glad she wasnt facing him, as unadulterated fear was blatantly reflected in her expression. Surely he doesnt mean Taking a deep breath, Alice controlled her face, finally turning to face him.
Im not here forever, she said carefully.Theres no way they would keep me locked up in here. First offense. Young. Easy for a decent lawyer to work out a temporary insanity plea. Bipolar 1 is very responsive to medication. Once she let them think they were dosing her, she could act normally and present herself to a jury as a reformed criminal. It's not as though the Joker could have her committed longer. Glancing at him, her tone a little sharper than she intended, she went on,
Ive never been one for controlling people. More of a behind the scenes, independent type girl. So Id make a terrible queen. Unable to help herself, she tugged at the sleeve of her uniform, looking at the bruises. Grimacing, she quickly pulled the orange fabric back down, crossing her arms.It wasn't him, you idiot, so stop being nasty.After all, the Joker wasn't someone you wanted to annoy. Sighing, she pushed her suspicion to the back of her mind and banished her attitude. I can get you the files." Looking around to make sure no one else was listening, she continued, "I can get you any file you want. It will take me more than one go at the system if you want me to get them without anyone finding out the security has been breached-- depending on how carefully they're protected. If you dont care about detection, she shrugged, it would take less than an hour, no matter how well they think they'd hid them. Alice was confident about that.
So is that all you need from me then?" she asked, turning back around. "Files and blueprints? Laying down, looking up at the water stained ceiling, she said coolly, Just get me to a computer and I can get you whatever you want.