Authors Note: This is just a concoction of the mind thanks to interning at a mental facility last year. I hope you people enjoy this be sure to review ~love ya Katie.

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

-The House of The Rising Sun by The Animals.

"Angel Beauregard you are sentenced to life at Arkham Asylum, for your heinous crimes, may the Doctors there help you through this madness."

That is what had brought me here, to the starched white walls of Arkham, a fat old hypocritical old man had sent me to hell for life. Gee Thanks. Walking beside me were a nurse and a guard of course, leading me to my new home. I grinned those people were stupid if they thought a nut house could hold me, or maybe they were the insane ones I grinned.

Most of the Inmates so far had looked either to drugged to do much or truly psychotic, licking the windows on their doors, or crying. As it were I was being taken to one of the few remaining single cells, on the most dangerous floor of course, but thanks to some strings pulled by my Daddy life wouldn't be as bad for me as it was for most of these nutters.

You see I was my daddy's little Angel, his little doll. Even after my arrest he continued dressing me up like a doll, that would be the reason I was walking into Arkham asylum, looking like a little porcelain doll. I was 5'2 at best, with long blonde hair, with a big bow in it acting as a head band. Then of course was the dresses a little blue thing with ruffles too match my eyes according to my dad, and of course dainty white slippers. If anything I looked like an innocent child not a homicidal maniac, I grinned. I was being lobbed up with true crazies, not the simple ones. Ha how very interesting.

I pursed my lips, we had stopped at a gate, where of course it required a security pass to get in or out. Then we started walking down the hall that had Gotham's finest plus me, a little country convict. Looking around I saw a man with greenish tinged blonde hair, and scars reaching up from his lips grinning at me from behind his window. I smirked back, The Joker.

His grin grew even more pronounced "Lookey here guys we got a new..ahem friend." Then he started giggling insanely. I shook my head looking at the next cell, I saw an auburn haired man, who when he saw me pass looked up at me and smiled. Well he doesn't look too crazy.

Our trio stopped at the next cell, the Guards voice rang out loud and clear "Open Cell 239" The door electronically opened and the guard shoved me in, with the nurse following behind.

She looked to be about thirty years old, with a fake tan, brown hair, and gleaming red nails. So typical. "Now Angel, this is to be your room for the remainder of your stay, your uniform is on your bed. Now you will be allowed outside of the room for three times a day not including breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Those other times, will be Recreational time, Outside time, and group therapy. The former two are going to be with another dorm, and the latter will be just your hall, okay sweety?"

I absentmindedly shook my head.

"Okay lunch will be in twenty minutes so get changed into your uniform before then, and a guard will come down to escort you to the Cafeteria. After that is group therapy with a Dr. Miller, and then you get outside time."

I looked up at her and smiled softly "You know your voice reminds me of the sound that girl made when I cut her throat with my switchblade?"

The nurse looked at me shocked then humphed and was on her way out the door. I grinned good riddance, who needs company in hell anyways?

I took in the details of my new room a small bed and a window with bars was it. "How Charming" I mumbled to myself.

Then I grinned when I stopped to think about it they say one of the first signs that your crazy is constantly talking to yourself, I guess that should have been a tip off for me. Unfortunately I failed to pick up on that; maybe if I had I wouldn't be here now.

I picked up my uniform and glared at it, the regular prison attire. A plain orange jumpsuit with the words Arkham Inmate on the left corner, with a pair of brandless white shoes. I inwardly cringed, orange was never my color. I pulled off my blue dress, and put on the abhorred uniform, with a small white camisole underneath, and then I slid on the shoes and waited.

I closed my eyes, and remembered the concert I had went to last June, it had been some random locally famous band, that's when she had first killed a man. He had been trying to get into her panties all night calling her "Dolly" that's when she had taken his switchblade, and slit his throat. All she could do was look at the blood on her and laugh, who would think little Angel could kill?

The suburb which had been my home being shocked, at such a brutal killing happening there in their little peaceful town. Murder and all belonged in Gotham not one of its tiny outer towns.

"Miss Beauregard time for Lunch." Said a husky voice drawing me out of my reverie.

I looked up into the eyes of an older grisly man. Well no escaping from this one. I just silently nodded my acceptance and walked down the aisles, I was the first inmate from this ward to go. Once we got to the Cafeteria and the guard (whose name I later found out was Lynrd) led me to my table apparently we sat at the tables by what ward we were in. Looking around I saw some prisoners being spoon fed by nurses, others eating with no hands, and then there are those who chose to eat normally, thank god.

I looked up as other inmates were starting to sit around me all had two things in common. One they were all in the horrid orange jump suit, and two they were all staring at me. Then one sat down and put his arm around my shoulder, I inwardly cringed apparently soap was not mandatory. I looked up into the constantly grinning face of the Joker.

"You look nervous. Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got 'em?"

"Nope why would I?" I questioned though I was genuinely curious but I could tell he would only lie anyways, like I had always heard ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Though really he had asked me so.

He guffawed "Fine then, so what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

I gently removed his arm from their place in my bubble, while sneering "Well I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you."

He looked at me then starting hooping and giggling quite insanely. "Your quite a laugh little girl."

I grinned up at him looking around at the remaining people at my table, the auburn haired man was there, along with a woman with reddish hair, a man with half his face burnt off, and lastly a rather spindly looking man with brown tresses and crystal blue eyes. I looked down cringing inwardly seeing as I was sitting with crazies even though I was 'crazy' myself.

I looked back up with a big smile on my face "Hello fellow nutters nice to meet you all I'm Angel Beauregard, but ya'lll can call me Dolly."

They all looked at me surprised, no doubt never hearing someone quite so chipper to be in prison.

Then the reddish haired man looked up "Call me the Riddler, and her" he said sticking his thumb at the woman "Ivy" who looked up at me and attempted to grin.

Then the Joker turned back to me sniggering "I'm the Joker dolly, those two party poopers over there are Doctor Jonathan Crane or Scarecrow whichever you prefer, though the good doctor at the moment seems to be with us and the guy missing some face is Two-face." He giggled pointing at the two men opposite of me.

"Well so good golly Miss Dolly what did you do to get in here?" questioned Riddler

I opened my mouth about to not answer his question when something was plopped down in front of me, it was a grayish white blob. I shrunk away from it. It was disgusting looking even for prison food.

"Miss Beauregard you better eat it if not they will think you incapable of feeding yourself, and then they send us a Nurse over here to force feed you, as pleasant as that thought sounds. I assure you none of us want another presence over here." Said the cold voice of Crane.

Then the Jokers tune came in "yeah Doll birdbrains over there is right, if you don't want them to shovel it down your throat you had best tuck in."

I smiled softly up at the cold eyes of Crane "Thanks"

I slowly started force feeding myself the food, holding my nose at the same time so I couldn't taste it. When I had finally stuffed the last spoon full in I let out a suppressed sigh, and let go of my nose happy to be able to breathe properly again.

I felt eyes boring holes in my head with the intensity of their stare. I looked up into the eyes of Crane, and winced he had been studying me.

He gave me the small good doctor smile, then the Joker's hand took Dr. Crane away from my vision by turning me to face him, "So Dolly really why are you in here? How old are you anyways?"

I winced I was sure I was at least a good ten years their junior, they good use that to their advantage. "I'm sixteen, and my answer to your former question has already been given."

Crane looked up surprised "You are only sixteen? Their letting children into my asylum now?"

"Well obviously Crane, they can't exactly send the insane to high school now can they?" Questioned Ivy who turned to me and asked "How long are you in here for?"

"Till I can break out of course" I mumbled in a 'Duh?' manner

"You know how to break out?" giggled the Joker "Little Dolly knows how to break out?"

A logical cold voice came into the discussion "Well Joker obviously if she is insane enough to be sent to our ward, then she probably can break out of Arkham I mean even you can do that"

I sniggered at the Jokers beaten expression "Aw Crane I think you really hurt him, by the way offense was taking for you calling me insane." I giggled.

He looked up "So you are not insane then?"

"Sanity is a matter of perspective, Mr. Crane." I smirked

I glared at him my eyes catching Cranes, like two intense blue orbs glaring at the other. Trying to see through the person, to find out what made them tick, neither succeeded. We were caught up glaring at each other, so that we didn't notice the other occupants of the table laughing to themselves, and the Joker giggling "Aw look Jonny boy here has a little crush"

Or Ivy's snide comment "Now he can add Pedophile to his resume." Or the group minus Two-Face, responding sniggers.

In the far off distance I heard a bell ring and Lynrd came and practically dragged me back to my room. What had came over me back there? I mean of course I had wanted to know what made Crane lose it, but it was like I myself had lost touch with reality.

That had to be the most interesting meal of my life, I mean the food was atrocious but the company and conversation, now that was interesting. I had just ate my first lunch from prison with the most notorious criminals of Gotham, I was little more than a suburbia nobody. These guys however were going to be my ticket to freedom and what I want most power. So yes this had been a most interesting first meal.

Authors Note: Okay my first go! Tell me what you think people=] sorry if it isn't that great, honestly Dolly isn't meant to be a villainess really more just a small time explosive extraordinaire and a cutthroat, she does not mind killing, but however unlike the Joker and most of her new acquaintances at Arkham, she would not not kill the Batman. Okay this may be revised soon, love ya peace=]