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"Taped patient evaluation 1. Patient name is Alexandria Conners, recently relocated from Jacksonville, Florida Psychiatric ward after killing a technician and injuring 3others. Patient suffers from major depression, anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and PTSD, shows possible signs of Bipolar 1 with hallucinations." The voice prattled on, eyes scanning over the file in front of her on the the desk as she spoke, her eyes flickering up to the girl seated across from her every few seconds as if she were watching a dangerous animal and waiting for it to pounce. "Hello Alex, I'm Dr. Sanders, seeing as how this is our first interview together, let's just spend the time getting to know each other." The young girl ignores her and instead looks around her, the room was too white, too bright. They tried to make the room comforting with white walls and floors, plush leather seats, and big open windows that over looked the ocean, but the thick metal bars caged outside the window threw off the whole idea of "comfort", as did the smog filled sky and the roaring black waves with jagged rocks pointed towards the asylum like knifes. "How are you liking Arkham Asylum so far? I imagine it feels good to finally be back on land and relax after flying on a cramped plane for 14 hours, plus the 3 hour drive here." Her smile is sympathetic, hoping that Alex would immediately jump into conversation and complain about her trip like most teenage girls would do. After waiting a few minutes for a response, but getting nothing, she try's again. "Any hobbies? Painting, writing, crafts...boy watching." She smiles, trying yet again to appeal to her young age and keep the mood light. Dr. Sanders pursed her finely painted red lips, leaning back in her chair slightly as she plotted how to approach next. "You know, I can't help you get better if you don't talk to me..." The girl simply pulls her legs up onto the chair, wrapping her arms around them as she rest her chin upon her knees; staring straight into the good Doctor's eyes. With a sigh she falls back into her chair, blowing a stray black curl from her face as she folded a finely sculpted leg. "We have an hour together...wouldn't it be boring if we just sat in silence the whole time?"

"I like the silence." Her voice was soft and quiet, almost sounding dead.

At this the Doctor perks up, sitting straight up in her chair with her hands neatly folded on the desk. "I imagine any child who went through years of abuse and fighting would enjoy quiet. Is this why you prefer not to speak?

It's hot outside. Must be in the 90's. She did remember hearing someone say that they were supposed to have a heatwave sometime next week...or was it this week? It must be this week since she could almost feel her skin melting off, beads of sweat dripping down from the crown of her head, slipping down her face, past her neck, and disappearing into the cloth of her shirt. "full of grace! Our lord is with thee! Blessed art thou-" A man stood above her, dressed as a preacher though his suite was old and torn and covered in filth, one of his glass lens cracked and reflecting the light off in rays like beams from heaven, only this man was more devil than angel. His long, wavy blonde locks were greasy and clung to his sweaty forehead; little driblets flying when he waved the small, black, leather bound book around. "Jesus! Holy Mary, Mother of God-" She lay perfectly still, hoping that if she did he would think she had passed out and leave her alone, but her current position caused her back to scream out in pain. She was laying on a pile of broken wood that used to be a chair, said chair had been smashed against her back moments ago to keep her from escaping the house like she usually did when it was beating time. Her back throbbed painfully, causing her to gasp quietly and shift slightly atop the wood, the motion had caught his eye and his attention was now focused back on her. She screamed out as he stepped closer, bending down to grab her by the ankle as she scrambled to get up, and yanked hard. She tumbled back onto the pile of wood, pieces of the wood stabbing her and drawing blood as he dragged her closer to him. "pray for us! Pray for us sinners!" Roughly he flipped her onto her back and held her down by her throat, making her sputter at the loss of air. He raised the bible up high into the air and brought it down across her face with a furious thud. Alex cried out, trying feebly to stop his attack, only receiving another vicious blow to her face that left it red and swollen. "now and at the hour of our death!" Her vision blurry, she looks up at him with watery eyes as he held the book up with both hands, the light sighing behind him brilliantly as if God were standing there himself. "Please," She tried to whisper, though her voice was scratchy and it came out more as a gurgle. "Stop." A silent tear rolled down her swollen cheek, her stepfather paused, the moment allowing her to look into his eyes and see her reflection in his glasses; her body crumbled on the floor, face swollen and blood dribbled from areas where skin had split. "Amen." And with that the book was brought down onto her face with a loud crack.

With a start, she is brought back to reality, Dr. Sanders still chattering away about the reports of her abuse. "Please." She begs, jaw clenched tightly as her finger nails dig into the wood of her chair; the knuckles turning white from the force. "Stop."

Sanders pauses, looking up from the book and finally noticing the anguished look on her face. Slowly she looks back down at the book and notices the letters PTSD and possible hallucinations caused by bipolar 1, written in bold letters, making her frown at her own stupidly for forgetting such a thing. She groans inwardly before rubbing her forehead, if she didn't stop badgering her patients she was going to get fired very soon, and she had only just started her carer. She sat hunched over her desk for a few minutes, giving the both of them some time to recollect themselves. "I'm sorry." She looks up to see Alex taking big, even breaths to relax herself though her eyes tell her that she is still shaken up from whatever flash back she just had. "Are there any events of your childhood that stand out to you the most?" Probably not the smartest thing to ask after what just happened, but she needs some answers; it looked bad for her if she had nothing to report about her patient except that she was quiet.

A bitter laugh suddenly erupts from Alex's throat. "What wouldn't?" She gives her a look as if saying, 'really bitch? Are you that stupid?'.

Raising her chin slightly, she responds. "Any number of things could leave an impact on a child so young, not just the beatings." She ignores her flinch at the word, continuing. "The only way for you to get over your fears, Alex, is to face them."

She rolls her eyes, burying her face further into her legs. "Easier said than done."

"Well I'm here to help you Alex, any way that I can. Just know that anything you say is between us."

She chuckles quietly to herself. "No one can help me, and even if they could, I don't want it." Was this women really giving her this speech? She hated it when people told her this. 'It gets better, you just need to open up'. With a snort she closes her eyes and decides to try and block the doctor out as she scribbles something down into her notebook.

Definitely Bipolar. She went from quiet and shy, to sad and fearful, and is now angry and brooding, all in a few minutes. She is not Bipolar 1 though, more of a case 2 or mixed. "And why is this?" Quickly she finishes her sentence, hoping that she would continue to rant but instead she goes back to being silent. Looking up she notices that her eyes are closed and takes this as her way of saying that she is done with this topic for now. Sneaking a peak at her wrist watch, she sees that there is still 34 minutes left."Tell me about your time in Jacksonville. Progress reports show that at arriving you were unresponsive to treatment, but soon improved, only to unimproved again." She waits for a response and, of course, is given none. "It says that during your period of improvement, you became close with Dr. Ricketti before she died."

The kind , elderly face of Dr. Ricketti pops into her head, remembering how she was the only doctor there that actually cared for her patients and genuinely wanted to help them. How she would go out of her way every morning to stop by her room and say hello, then again before she left to go home, how she would sneak her in foods she liked because she refused to eat the hospital food, how she could tell her anything in the world and she wouldn't judge her or try and label her like most doctors, she just wanted to listen and be there...how much of a mother she was like to her. "She was a good women."

Dr. Sanders notes how gruff her voice has become on the subject of Dr. Ricketti, a sensitive topic to her no doubt. "I know, she was."

A fire suddenly lights in her eyes and she looks her dead in the eye. "You weren't there, you don't know anything about her, so don't speak anything of her." She hated Doctors. They were either major ass kissers or major ass holes that looked down on you like a child. Dr. Sander's seems to be leaning on the ass kissing side.

She is surprised by her sudden outburst but doesn't show it, a sensitive topic indeed. "I take it you and her were very close?" A simple nod of yes is what she gets, better than nothing right? Reaching a hand across her desk, she lays it at the end as if trying to touch her with it, staring intensely into her eyes. "I know what you're going through; I too, have lost someone dear to me."

She eyes her up, not sure if she is serious or if she is still trying to connect herself to her as in a way of giving them some sort of bond in hopes that because of it, she'll spill her deepest, darkest secrets. "How much more time do we have?"

Lifting her watch to her face, she squints her eyes a bit as if it'd help her see better. "About 17 minutes. Why? You got a hot date or something?" She winks playfully.

With a snort she states. "Yes, because people like me attract people like Bruce Wayne."

She shrugs, leaning back into her chair as she places her hands neatly on her lap. "Love is a strange thing."

Funny how she didn't disagree with Bruce Wayne being too good for her. "May I skip lunch and shower instead? I rather shower before everyone else gets there and it gets all crowded, plus I'm not really hungry..." Just then her stomach decides to growl loudly, causing the doctor to raise an eyebrow as if saying 'really?'.

"Sorry, but I can't let you do that. Goes against the rules, and you have to eat. You're a little too thin and the goal is to get you to a healthy weight; this can be done by you either eating or we hook you up to an I.V." She threatens, making Alex narrow her eyes at her but she only smiles. Just then the timer goes off and a guard walks in, jingling some keys as he looks for the one that will unlock her ankle chains from the hook on the floor. As he bends down to unlock her, Dr. Sanders clicks the tape recorder off then reaches out to shake her hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you Alex. I look forward to tomorrow's interview."

Liar. She doesn't give a damn about her, just getting all the information about her and then sharing it with every doctor in the Asylum so she can get a good reputation and keep her job as a doctor, making hundreds of dollars and buying fancy things she won't need or use. The guard releases her feet so she can walk before tugging on the chain connected to her wrists, yanking her towards the door like a dog. Obediently she follows him as he leads her to the lunch room, taking her through so many different hallways she's amazed at how well he's memorized them; it must have taken him months before he could simply walk to the bathroom without getting lost. Soon enough they arrive to a set of closed, double doors with two guards standing guard on either side, loud chattering can be heard from the other side. With a twist of his wrist and a loud click from her cuffs, he slips them off and hooks them to his belt, nodding once to each guard before walking away. She watches him take a few steps before turning her attention back to the doors, the guards ignore her and simply stare off into space, probably waiting for her to leave so they can continue their game of "Who would you rather do?". With a shaky breath, she pushes open one of the doors and steps into the cafeteria, the loud buzz of a hundred different voices talking at once assaults her ears. Quickly she spots the line for food and heads for it, grabbing a styrofoam lunch tray from a near by cart and waits patiently inline for the disgusting food she knows awaits her. Once she's gotten her gray goop on stale bread and juice box without a straw, she turns to scout the room for a table to sit, careful of where she sits since most people in here were crime lords; sitting at one of their tables is officially declaring you work for them or wish too, which is something she does not wish too do. After a few minutes she eventually spots a table she think is safe, well safe enough, to sit at. There are a handful of people, both male and female though mostly male, all not talking to each and not facing each other, and since they seem to be doing their own thing it means there is no "boss" of the table. Quickly she makes her way to it and sits near a bald man who is talking quietly to himself, using his finger and the gray goop to spell the all the months of the year on the table. Looking down at her tray, she decides that she is most defiantly not going to eat it and slides it to the middle of the table, knowing that someone will take it. The man seated diagonally from her looks at it before looking at her then back at the food, quickly he snatches it and grabs a fist full of the goop. He holds it near the collar of his orange jumpsuit, a lump moves inside his clothing before a rat head suddenly pokes out from it, sniffing at the food before nibbling on it; the man giggles and repeats the process. Ignoring him, she lets her eyes wander the room, pointing out infamous villains as they sat surrounded by their goons; Penguin, Joker, Black Mask, Harvey Dent; etc. She watched as Harley wrapped herself around Joker as The Prince of Crime cackled at something, noticing that one of his goons across from him was holding his left hand; the fingers curving in ways that she was sure they weren't supposed to.

"I wouldn't stare unless you wanted to loose an eye."

A voice suddenly says, a man with short brunette hair, a mustache, and a soul patch sits down next to her on her right. She watches as he makes himself comfortable before asking what he means.

"Look around sweetheart, do these people look friendly? One wrong move and...BANG!" He points his finger at her in the shape of a gun, laughing once he "shot" her. He then turns to his tray and begins to eat his food, causing her to make a face at how he actually ate whatever it was that they served. She watches him as he picks up the sandwich, or whatever it was, and brings it towards his mouth, quickly looking away before she can watch him take that first bite. Looking back up at the Clown table, she observes Joker, noting how tall he was and that he had more muscle to him than the TV gave him credit for, and weirdly enough...she found his maniacal laughing drawing her in rather than scaring her away. She had been tracing the outline of his back and shoulders when she suddenly locked eyes with a pair of blue ones. Blinking, she realized that is was Harley Quinn, her eyes narrowing on Alex in a threatening way as she tightened her arms around Joker's waist possessively. Joker, curious as to what has Harley's panties in a bunch, turns and locks eyes with Alex. His eyes darken and he flashes her a dangerous smile, looking ever the devil. Quickly she rips her gaze off of them and focuses on the table in front of her, her palms sweaty and shaking from the heat of their stares. A loud laugh to her right catches her attention, and she turns to see that the man had been watching her, his elbows perched on the table with his arms crossed, hands hanging towards his chest as he hunched forward on the table.

"I told you." he smirks. "Pulling shit like that will get you killed, even if you did nothing but simply look at someone." He glances back up at the Clown table, making her also risk peeking and wishing she hadn't, Joker wasn't paying her any attention but Harley was still giving her the death glare. He shakes his head slowly, chuckling a bit to himself. "Ah, don't worry about her...annoying bitch." He waves a hand as if to dismiss her completely, looking at Alex with a grin. "She's just mad about you checking out her 'Puddin'." At this, she blushes red and opens her mouth to retort but nothing comes out but air, so instead she just closes her mouth and crossed her arms across her chest while looking down at the table again. He laughs loudly, causing a few heads to turn from it's volume.

"Will you be quiet!?" She whisper/yells harshly at him, her face flaming up even more as more heads turn to watch the scene. She doesn't dare look but she can almost feel Joker's intense stare as he watches them, her stomach doing little flips at the thought. Yes she was intrigued by him, but she was also deathly terrified of him; much rather watch him from afar than the other way around. He was about to say something when suddenly there is a scream, at the far end of the room people quickly get out of the way as a dark skinned man is tackled to the table, toothbrush sticking out from his chest and leaking blood onto the floor. The man responsible slowly backs away from the mess, blood covering his hands and chest as he stands tall, seeming proud of himself. A whistle is blown and guards start shouting at everyone to move, telling them to go back to their cells, threatening them with solitary confinement if they don't.

"See ya around toots." The man with the soul patch waves, giving her a little wink as he disappears into the crowd, not even bothering to clean up his tray; as did 99.9% of the lunch room. Looking back at the scene, she finds that almost everyone has cleared out, those that didn't went to get a closer look at what happened. Two guards held the man back while another cuffed him, the man didn't even bother trying to fight them off, he was too busy staring at Penguin who was standing off to the side with his goons surrounding him. Penguin seemed to magically pull a cigar out of his pocket and put it too his lips, a nearby goon quickly pulling out a lighter and lighting it for him, taking a hefty lung full and blowing the smoke out. He seemed to pause and watch as the smoke twirled and twisted, finally focusing his attention back on the man and giving him a simple nod of his head, making him smile hugely as he was then carted away but the guards. By then everyone had cleared out from the cafeteria except for Penguin, his goons, a few guards, and her. She was so curious about what had happened that she didn't realize she was standing alone and in the middle of the sea of lunch tables, making her really stand out to Penguin. She gasped when his inky, brown eyes flashed to hers, he merely stared at her, putting the cigar to his lips and biting on it as he took another lung full. He raked her form over as he took the cigar back out and blew smoke, giving a little grunt he turned to walk away; the ever loyal goons hot on his heels. Truly alone now, she just stood there and looked at the huge mess left behind, feeling sorry for whoever had to clean this up.

"Hey! Lunch is over, back to your cell!" A voice shouted, making her jump slightly before rushing out the door. How come they yell at her for just standing there but don't do anything to penguin when he started smoking?

Been working on this idea for a while now, hope all of you like it! Also I will be following the plot of the games but I will be adding in some things from the comics, though I haven't read them so most of my information is research. If anything is out of place or just completely wrong or even if you have any suggestions, please let me know, I want this story to be as good as possible!:)