#jokertv

Harleen didn't know what to think as they reached the end of the hall, where a lone door sits, much further than the rest. She could hear the guards behind her barking at Ivy and Crane flipping through the notes attached to his clipboard, but that's not what was unnerving her.

Underneath all the commotion, she could have swore she heard a lone prisoner... laughing. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, but she knew nothing about this place was funny. "Patient zero zero one, the first resident of this little cell block," Doctor Crane explains. "Joker, A.K.A the Clown Prince of Crime." He glances over at the frightened intern. "Usually, we refer to the patients by their real names. It helps bring them back to reality rather than calling them by the moniker they use for crime, but we don't know this one's name."

"What do you mean?" Harleen prods.

"There were no records of him before his stay here. No name, no next of kin, no medical history. Nothing except for the name, Joker." Crane looks up from his clipboard and to Harleen, maintaining eye contact with her. "As I'm sure you saw with Pamela, not all of our residents are... normal, for lack of a better word. Keep that in mind ok?"

Harleen gives a nod and Crane waves the guard over to unlock the cell door. This one is a normal steel one. Nothing special about it, but even through the six inches of impenetrable metal, Harleen could feel the Clown Prince's presence.

The door opens with a smooth swing and the guard steps in front of the two, weapon raised, making sure Joker is secured in the corner before moving back to his place.

"So intimidating with that big gun, officer," Joker giggles. Crane enters first, giving Harleen a chance to second guess this internship. She swallows her fear and steps into the room.

The entire place is heavily padded, but in certain places the material is gouged. Different shapes litter the walls and ground. Bats and smiles. Question marks and what slightly resembles a kitten.

In the corner slouched against the wall sits the patient. He's curled in a ball, shaking. At first Harleen takes a step forward, wanting to comfort the sobbing man, but then she hears it. The laughter.

It seems to send chills down her spine, goose bumps rising on her arms and legs and she retreats backwards, pressing herself against the opposite wall, just as Doctor Crane had instructed her to do.

"Joker," Crane says, his voice much more stern than with Ivy. He speaks louder, clearer even. "How have you been feeling." Joker sits up straight, planting his feet on the ground in front of him. Harleen presses herself harder against the plush walls, seeing less restraints than she'd expected.

He sits tall, shoulders broad, but forced inwards by the straight jacket he wears. His skin is bleached white, lips blood red and permanently stuck in a broad grin. He doesn't look in pain though, there's a gleeful glint in his deadly green eyes.

"Fine," Joker says, returning Crane's tone. He turns his attention to Harleen, smiling even wider than she thought possible, showing his big, slightly yellowed, teeth. "And who is our fly on the wall? Hmmm?"

"Uh, I'm..." Harleen clears her throat. "I'm Harleen Quinzel. I'm studying psychiatry and am interning here for the fall." By the end of her explanation Joker had already turned back to Crane.

"Are you scared Harley? How does that make you feel?" He asks, keeping his eyes on Crane.

"It's Harleen, Joker," Crane corrects. "And you're the one we're talking to today. I see you've made a new design. What is it?"

Joker sits back against the wall with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling where the material has been gouged. "I wanna talk about Harley," He says. "I mean who in their right mind would come here?" He lets out a loud HA!

"It looks like a onion," Crane prods. Joker sits up straight once more, his smile as small as possible, but still very much there.

-Apologies for restarting, but I had a different idea for this series. <3-

The walls of Arkham are thick gray concrete. Designed to block anything from sneaking in and everyone from breaking out, but as each guard clocks in they can't help but feel the pain of the prisoners as they listen to every scream. Every whimper. Every beg for freedom...

In the center of Arkham island is an isolated building, surrounded by the strongest gates and guarded by only the bravest. Inside of this building lie the deadliest psychopaths Gotham could even dream up. But they aren't dreams, they're simply living nightmares and one poor intern has the unfortunate fate of getting to meet one of the worst of the lot.

Harleen Quinzel is at the top of her class. Well of course, she'd have to be for Arkham to accept her plea for an internship. Young, viral, and excited to work in the field of Psychosis. To get a chance to help people. And her excitement only grows with each step into the heavily guarded asylum and with every warning the doctor she's shadowing gives her.

"And, as I reluctantly take you into this building," The Doctor explains as they enter the large wrought iron gate. "I must warn you that these patients are like no other. We will visit them in their cells, they will be restrained, and you will stay on the opposite side of the room from them. Understood?" She quickly nods.

"Yes Doctor Crane," She responds. He gives an encouraging smile as he sees her hide her shaky hands in pockets of her borrowed Doctor's coat.

"It's natural to be scared, dear. If you didn't feel a little fear, you'd be the one we were visiting." She gives a nervous smile and a small chuckle as they turn down the first halls, immediately noticing something different about this building. Silence.

There's no yelling of prisoners or barking of guards, just an eerily quiet corridor. The doors are the next thing she notices. They're all different and all much further apart. The first one is a shimmering steel, covered in a layer of frost. The next one much larger and wider made of a rough looking metal and secured by many many more latches and even barred.

They continue down the corridor until stopping in an oddly warm patch. In place of a door is a large window with a bit of a green tint to it and the ceiling seems to be made of heat lamps, the floor of a rich soil. "Pamela," Dr. Crane greets the prisoner that stands behind a large plant. One of many that litter the cell.

"Doctor," A quiet voice responds. Harleen lets out a small gasp, taking a step back as the prisoner steps into view. Her skin a creamy green, her lips a matching forest green, with stunning red hair. "And who's this?" She clicks, slowly moving towards the wall of glass.

"Harleen, this is Pamela Isley," Crane says, looking at Harleen. "A.K.A Poison Ivy. One of our... special guests." Harleen takes a step forward leaning her face a little closer to the glass, to which Ivy responds by suddenly pounding her fist in front of her face.

Harleen leaps back with a squeal and two guards rush forward, weapons trained on Ivy. "Do not scream," Crane says in a calm voice. Ivy keeps her eyes on Harleen, stepping away from the glass, hands raised.

"This sessions over Doc," A guard grunts. Doctor Crane sighs and turns, going down the hall.

"See ya around, Harleen," Ivy says with a wave. Harleen returns a shaky wave before rushing after Crane.