The Poisoned Youth

The Mad House

The car ride to Arkham was silent besides me shifting in my spot. It took about an hour to get there, besides all the stupid traffic. Gordon parked the car, and turned to me. I was still looking out the window. "I know you have a bad past, and well, The Joker, just kidnapped you, but you don't have to do bad things." Gordon's voice was soft. I refused to look at him because I knew if I did, I would cry. Gordon dragged me out of the car, and into the asylum. Gordon gave me a ugly, smelly outfit that I had to put on.

After I changed, I had to take a mug shot. I took three mug shots, and followed Gordon (Well, more like, two guards pushing me behind him). Gordon pushed me into a cell, and locked me in. "I'll be back later." Gordon explained as he walked away. I slightly frowned and sat on the little mattress in the cell.

"Hello, pretty thing." A male's voice spoke. I looked towards its direction, and realized who it was. "Ahh, Crane, nice to see you again." I smirked at the smiling man."You remember me? How nice." Crane stroked his hair back. I looked away from him, but stilled talked. "So how have you've been? How's your dad?" My head snapped over to him. I was raging at the thought of my "father." My foster dad, or Satan, introduced me to Crane when he was getting me "medicine."

"Oh, sorry did I strike a nerve?" He smirked evilly. I stared at him. "He's dead." I kept a straight face. Crane nodded. "So, his planned work? You can do non-human things?" Crane's voice became curious. I nodded. "How about you just leave me alone..." My voice drifted off. There is only hell in this world... My thoughts zoned me out for a couple hours, until Gordon came again.

"Follow me." Gordon demanded as he let me out of my cell. He held my hands behind my back so I wouldn't escape (like I wanted to anyways). I was put in a white room with a table and a couple chairs. I sat in one of the chairs while Gordon shut the door.

He sat across from me. "What happened to you?" Gordon's voice grew soft. I looked at him and shrugged. "You know you can trust me." Gordon explained. "Yeah, maybe I can trust you, but I can't trust this place." I looked away. I heard Gordon shift in his chair, and he cleared his throat. "I can't treat you like my friend, okay? You're a patient here now, and there are no special treatments." Gordon's voice was stiff. He stood up and walked out of the room. The door shut, and my biggest fear came to life; alone in a blank room with my thoughts.

10 minutes of silence passed when I heard the door opened again. I lifted my head from the resting position it was in. A woman with black hair in a ponytail and a white jacket walked in. I raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down across from me. "Hello, I'm Dr.Young, and I'll be your doctor." She explained. She took out a clipboard with some kind of application looking paper and a pen. "If you don't mind, I'm going to ask you a few questions." Dr.Young clicked the pen to begin to write. I just rolled my eyes, and was ready for the questions ahead.

"What's your name?"

"Don't have one."

"Oh, um, okay. How old are you?"

"22"

"How tall are you?"

"5'8" "

"Is that your original hair color?"

"No."

"Who are your parents?"

I froze. Should I tell her the truth? What bad could it do? I mean if Jack already hates me he won't want me back, and I don't want to go back. I guess I'll just have to open up. I looked at the woman in the eyes. "Did you hear-" I cut her off. "Yes, I heard you. Who are my parents? Well, you'll think I'm either crazy or lying so whatever, but my father is The Joker..." My voice drifted off when I said 'Joker' instead of Jack.