9:00 AM, Monday, September 6, 2010

I drove through the scary looking building named, Arkham Asylum. Today is my first day. Gosh... I feel something. Nervous? Scared? No. I should not be scared. Besides I am pretty sure nothing bad will happen. At least not now. Security is pretty tight here. I heard a lot of things about the asylum's patients which are really not good.

I parked my car. I took my hands out of the steering wheel and made deep breaths. "Calm down Harleen. Everything's gonna be alright." assuring myself. I checked my reflection on the mirror and adjusted my glasses, reapplied my Dior Addict ultra gloss. I got out of my car, locked it and put on my trench coat. Then walked towards the steps to the entrance of the asylum. Whew... it is a cold morning. I pulled my trench coat tighter.

"Hello. Good morning doctor Quinzel." a guard named Felix greeted as I entered Arkham Asylum. "Good morning, Felix." I nodded, greeting him back. As I entered the building the ambiance immediately changed to gloomy, dark and eerily quiet, making it look more creepy. It matches the weather outside. I really do not like super quiet places. It sort of creeps me out.

I walked straight, saw the sign leading to the front desk, then I turned left and making my way down the super quiet hallways, I finally saw the front desk.

"Good morning.... Doctor Quinzel if I am not mistaken? And you must be the new intern here?" asked the receptionist. "Yes I am. And where will I stay?" I asked. "Oh. Just go to the right hallway," she gestured her right hand. "Then look for room 106. By the way, doctor my name is Rose and just tell me if you need anything." And she smiled. "Okay, thanks, Rose." before walking to the right hallway.

I finally arrived to my assigned office. I took of my trench coat and hung it on my swivel chair. Taking a look around the room, I have observed that it is so plain. "Maybe, I will put some decorations here." I thought. I sat down to my swivel chair, and began to read the files of the inmates admitted here in the asylum. While, scanning and reading the files of the inmates, one patient caught my eye and gained my full attention. It read:

Patient's Name: The Joker

Patient Number: 20666

Real Name: Unknown

Aliases: The King of Gotham, Clown Prince of Crime, Red Hood

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 148 lbs.

Date Of Birth: December 26, 1971

Nationality: American

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian/White

Citizen: Yes

Other Information: Psychopathic, Sadistic, Murderous clown freak and a total Megalomaniac. Claims that he is "Damaged" and he cannot be cured. He always smile. A former chemical engineer at ACE Chemicals. A skilled chemist and combatant.

Physical Features: Tall, Muscular, Electric Green hair, Bleached-White skin, Blue eyes with dark circles under his eyes, Wore Silver braces, Dark Red lips, With Tattoos all over his body, mostly on the upper torso, arms and face.

Charges/Arrest And Sentencing Information:

Murder of Over 2,000 People

Theft

Armed Robbery

Illegal Businesses and Transactions

Arson

Trespassing

Assault

Kidnapping

And The list goes on................................

I also saw some pictures of him in different angles. He looked so good, so handsome. "What the heck Harleen? Are you insane?! He is your patient. He is sick, crazy. Snap out of it." My subconscious reprimanded me.

"Wow. This guy is very interesting."

"His file is so thick." I let out a sigh. Guess he will be my first patient here in Arkham Asylum. I want this guy.