Mad Love

Part 3~ The Broadcast

After slipping on my pyjamas which consisted of a red tank top and pair of black and red diamond shorts I slide onto my usual place on my red leather couch. Reaching for the small handheld remote I come into contact with it and grab it. Looking down at the remote I see the on button and aim the remote at the tv. It flickers to light displaying a bright image consisting of marvellous blues, reds, purples, and yellows along with every color of the rainbow. Suddenly the speakers blast to life with a loud "WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO TIMS GUN STORE! COME DOWN AND GET YOUR VERY STATE OF THE ART M-" I quickly turn down the volume as to not wake my neighbours. Just a lousy gun commercial. I turn the tv to channel 2 and let the sound of the news flood my ears as I cook dinner for myself.
"Disturbing news tonight as 'The Clown Prince of Crime' or Joker has blown up hundreds of people's heads. Police say the scenes are too graphic for tv so we will not be showing the inside of the iceberg lounge. Apparently this crime was accomplished by the use of.....explosive pies."
I quickly turn up the volume on the tv grasping onto every word the beautiful blonde reported let fall from her lips. I have always had a fascination with the joker. Every time he committed a crime I was always at the tv. It was a weird sensation whenever I heard of him. It was as if I was a piece of metal and he was a magnet. Even the slightest mention of his name grabbed my in-
"Thankfully our very own caped crusader Batman was there to serve justice to this insane clown. Joker is now being interrogated and will soon be given his very own cell in Arkham Asylum. I'm Vicki Vale and-"
I turn off the tv and lightly set the remote on the small black coffee table. I was already tired from doing research I need to be alert incase the letter from Arkham Asylum determining my career arrives. Wow way to make that sound completely normal Harleen. This was anything but normal this letter tells me my future. I either make it in Gotham or go back to Brooklyn and face my parents. I can't go back not when I have come this far. I slid into my fluffy duvet and drift off into a nightmare filled sleep about working at Arkham. One of the patients escapes his straight jacket and has his hand on my throat. Officers are trying to help, but the patient is threatening to kill me. I can't take it. I CANT TAKE IT!!
I wake up drenched in my own sweat and tears. Breathing heavily I reach over for my glass of water I always keep on the nightstand for when I wake up and my mouth is dry. Taking a big long gulp I set the glass quietly back into its original coaster. I'm a psychiatrist I shouldn't be having these dreams I should be helping people with these dreams. Seems like the tables have turned. I slip my feet over my bed one at a time and hop down onto the cold wooden floor.
"Ahhh..." I hiss quietly.
Since the floor seemed to be -100 degrees I grabbed my pink fuzzy slippers and slide them onto my feet.
Finally comfortable I shuffle through my small apartment to the next room and see the mail has come. Just the ordinary mail- adds, a pizza place, a letter from Arkham, an nail sal-
I quickly do a double take to look at the letter from Arkham Asylum. I excitedly leap over to the kitchen and grab a small knife from the drawer and walk back over to the door. I gently insert the knife into the envelope's opening and cut open the flimsy paper. As my eyes skim over the letter my hearts skips a beat.