A Batman fanfic. Walkingstone and me are collaborating for the whole story.
Arkham Asylum was never quite the place you would want to find yourself in, never a place you truly wanted to visit, even if your own dear mother was in there. Of course, if your mother was locked up in there, you probably never even wanted to know she existed. It was indeed a house for those of us whose grip on what we all know and appreciate as reality had started to slide off ever so slowly. Some driven mad by accidents, other’s by their own actions. Some of the inhabitants of this psychotic jungle had still had some of their grip, while others, like the very special specimen who seemed to never lose his smile, had completely forgotten what reality is.
”Hahahahahaha…. Can you believe it? He just picked up his body and started crying… Oh the old sap. Always has to act noble.” – the maniacal, yet familiar laughter was ringing down the hallway for the uncountable time.
”Will someone… Please just SHUT HIM UP! I can’t take this anymore!” – another silhouette, was now crouching down on the floor, his arms gripping his ears, his eyes were seemingly about to be forced out of his eye sockets. Right by him, on the cold, white tile floor, laid a coin, facing upwards with an ugly scar across it.
”Come on, old pal, its April fool’s! Cheer up!” – on the other side of the wall, a man with a smile that would make the devil have a severe case of goose bumps, was sitting by the wall on a bunker bed. His greasy green hair was smoothly folded into slightly messy curls, and one of them was falling down along the side of his pearly white forehead. He would look sufficiently normal, except for the eyes. The eyes that were always looking for something unknown to other and maybe even to him, something that wasn’t anywhere near the Asylum and never really has been. The eyes that would paralyze anyone by infusing them with terror, the likes of which was only produced in hell.
”Stupid coin…” – the crouching man looked up and picked the coin off the floor and into his hands. He looked at it, his forehead sweating and his entire face trembling, his breath ever so slow, close to whimper. He flipped the coin with his shaking fingers, and watched it flip in the air, ever so slowly. He closed both of his eyes, his ears waiting to hear a sound.
”Clink…” – it ran through the empty dormitory, where there were about twenty rooms, all empty.
”Stupid coin!” – the man yelled in rage, his left side of the face was now looking quite monstrous, while his right was looking quite scared.
”What? Another joke?! Your coin must love me!” – the ever so happy sound came from the room next to him.
”Aww, come on Two-Face. We agreed that if the coin lands scarred side up, I tell a joke.” – the man with skin as white as bleach responded, thinking up of another joke.
”Please… Joker… I’m begging you…” – the scarred man was pleading with sincerity in his voice. It seemed like his insanity was being pushed even further.
”You know, You’re a real pal, Two-face… April fool is today, it’s like my birthday, and I get no presents… No visits, not even from dear, old Batsy.” – Joker sounded a bit more angry.
Two-face had his hands on his ears, crouching down on the floor, but when he heard no laughter from the Crown Prince of Crime, he straitened himself on his knees and looked out of the door.
”How many people have you killed, Two-face?” – Joker’s voice wasn’t sounding like he was telling a joke, it sounded a bit more grim and serious.
”Uhh… I dunno… I never count, I just follow the coin.” – Two-face was sounding a bit confused, since he was expecting another series of maniacal laughter and twisted jokes.
”Yes, exactly, you just follow the coin. But you see I count, I always count. Well… I did up until I lost count, but I remember it was somewhere in the thousands…” – Joker took a pause, during which his unattainable mind was digging deep, somewhere into the darkest corners to find whatever he was looking for.
”Don’t you think I should have a baby by now?” – the unexpectedness of the statement took Two-face by complete surprise, even Joker was slightly stunned by what he had just said.
”A baby… Why?” – Two-face responded, sounding very confused, he was now thinking of flipping his coin again before Joker managed to laugh.
”Because… I should have thousands of children! All ready to take on my legacy after me and the Bat finally settle this!” – Joker’s settled mind state was suddenly gone.
”Why?” – Two-face was twirling a coin in his hand, slumped back onto his bunker bed.
”For every man that dies, a child is born! How many men do I have to kill before I have my child!? Hahaha…” – Joker’s laughter wasn’t the same as before. Now it felt weaker, crumbling, maybe even lost in hopelessness.
The door to their dormitory opened, and a bunch of men stepped inside, walking in two rows, all of them going back to their cells and onto their bunker beds. Two-face took a deep breath and put the coin back into his pocket, while lying down. He didn’t have to listen to Joker any longer. The guard the walked behind everyone was now going around and locking their cells, while another guard stood by the entrance to the dormitory with a pulse rifle, both of the men dressed in white. The one with all the keys had finally finished locking everyone up and then walked up to the Joker’s cell. The Joker looked him in the eyes, but received no eye contact back. The man was much too afraid to look into Joker’s eyes, in the fear of finding himself insane.
”Must be your birthday Joker, because this is the first letter you ever got in here.” – the man took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to the Joker. As soon as the bleached hand grabbed it, he let go as if he was afraid of getting electrocuted.
”Can you believe this Two-face, someone out there still has a bit love to spare with me.” – the Joker slowly ripped open the letter, with a broader smile on his seemingly intangible, white face. He casually unfolded it, and then it all changed. His face, never before had an expression of pure awe and awesome amazement. He wasn’t just smiling, his mouth was grinning as far as his facial muscles would allow. He looked scary.