AN:Haiiiii and welcome to my story, I have to warn you that english is not my native language and I'm not an overly experinced writer. The POV in this story will always be 3rd person unless stated otherwise. Please leave a comment and let me know if you like the story. Enjoy!

Singing under her breath a young girl danced around her apartment mopping up blood before it stained the carpet. The salesman said it was 200 years old but she didn't believe him, he looked desperate enough to say anything. It wasn't even a nice carpet, it was a quite unattractive brown color but she too was desperate.

It was only a question of time before the police showed up and knocked her door down but Danielle wasn't worried. It was getting quite boring by now living a normal life. She wasn't made for a normal quiet life, she's always known that.

Grabbing the bleach from a counter she get down on her knees, great now she has bloodstains on her knees.

She sigh, scrubbing the floor, she'd never get these stains out. "I swear to god I am the stupidest person alive, I should have just killed them in the forest"

Standing up she walk into her bedroom and casually kick Robert II in the foot giggling to herself. Changing out of her old clothes she put on a big fuzzy orange sweatshirt and a pair of jeans with holes on the knees. She dubbed this the 'try to get rid off the bodies before the police arrives' outfit.

Walking back to the living room barefoot was an unpleasant experience, the carpet was still wet and sticky and Danielle swear that she gave herself at least 10 shocks.

Heavy running steps outside her door capture her attention.

"Shit! They're early" She curse sprinting towards Robert's friend because there wasn't enough of Robert left to grab. "If this doesn't have the effect I want then I don't know what I'll do with myself.

She grab Robert's friend Tym by his feet and begin to drag him across the floor when the police burst into the room. Dropping his feet she put her hands up with the best deer in the headlight look she can make. Getting down on her knees she just can't help it, this situation was just so funny.

"Why so serious?" She wheeze out between breaths.

"She's going to Arkham, she's insane" One of the officers tell another taking up his phone.

"I am NOT insane, I know exactly what I'm doing" The girl growl out, she hated being called insane and crazy. It was rude and she didn't like rude people.

Two police officers approach her with caution as if they were approaching a feral animal. Deciding to humour them she snap her teeth at them. The officer on her right suddenly lunge at her and before she know it she's tasting her carpet. Just to her luck she landed straight in a puddle of blood, she'd never get that blood out of her hair. The police officer twisted her arms behind her back and cuffed her before hauling her up to her feet.

"Hey! Gentle" She call over her shoulder at the officers as they roughly push her out the door and to one of their cars. Not even giving her a 'watch your head' they push her into the car and slam the door.

"It's going to be a bumpy ride" Danielle sing out as she notice that they didn't buckle her in.

By now it has to have been twenty minutes of non stop road trip for Danielle who's currently jumping in her seat to annoy her drivers. They've already shouted at her to sit still 5 times the last 10 or so minutes but it just makes her move more. Her arms hurt too, the officers hadn't uncuffed her or anything so her arms was still stuck behind her back. They'll be so sore when she's finally free.

Making a particularly high jump she can feel the whole car shake as she come back down. Belting out the lyrics to an annoying old swedish song she can almost see steam coming out of the officers' ears. The officer driving makes the car come to a sudden stop making Danielle fall into the seat in front of her. Pouting with a sore nose she settle down glaring at the two.

Bored out of her mind she lay her head on the window, closes her eyes and dream herself away to a better place.

A short time skip

A knock on the window wakes her up and she sleepily glare at the culprit. If she had her hands she'd rub her eyes to get the sleep out of them but now she had to settle with blinking and looking like an idiot.

Her driving officer was standing outside of the car and slowly open it seemingly observing her waiting for any sudden moments. When she doesn't move he quickly yank her out of the car and onto her feet. Danielle almost fall but she quickly steady herself, that long trip had sure made her body stiff.

The car had stopped outside of a big looming building that looked more like a scary house on a halloween even than it did and asylum. The building was surrounded by a high fence with barb wire on the top and a thick forest waiting outside of it. Looking behind her she can see the big gate with crooked letters on top spelling out 'Arkham Asylum'.

She let out a short cackle frightening the guards and driver surrounding her and they give each other weird looks before looking at her. She was still staring at the gate with a strange sort of fascination in her eyes.

The big entrance doors open and out comes five guards all dressed in the standard blue guard uniform. Before leaving her in their care one of the police officers uncuff her before cuffing her hands together in front of her this time.

"You really brought me to Arkham" she states to one of her guards and he nods absentmindedly at her as he fumbles around with the chains connecting to her handcuffs. She was to be brought in like some sort of animal.

The guards working in Arkham had a bad reputation, they were pictured as these big, buff scary guys who weren't afraid to use more force than necessary when handling the patient. But Danielle could not see any of that in her guards, they were most likely new but still. They weren't very scary looking and they all screamed insecurity and if they could she was sure they would curl into a tight ball and cry. This was what Arkham thought would be enough to potentially force her into the asylum. She would break them like twigs if they tried but she was going to be a good girl.

The guard with a horrible buzz cut gives a sharp tug at her chains urging her to move forward and into the building. If she listens closely she can almost hear the screams and laughter of the other inmates there but she couldn't be sure. She did after all imagine things quite often.

"Tell me, guardie" she begins " Would you kill to save a life?" They were too uptight and she figured that talking could get them to loosen up a bit.

"Would I what?" He asks slightly turning his head giving her a fleeting look before turning back around, clearly very uncomfortable at the question.

"Kill to save a life" she repeated herself slightly little annoyed. One of her biggest pet peeves was repeating herself, that and annoying people.

"I don't know, I suppose so" Is his response.

Shaking her head side to side she giggles at his answer, weren't they supposed to be the good guys. Saving people is what they do, not saying that bad people can't do that too. The term bad people are too loosely used though, she thinks. You could be the "goodest" person alive one day and a bad person the next. All it took was one bad day. So she did not think there truly were bad people. That's a lie. She knows there's some bad people out there but the term is truly used too much for it to have a meaning.

She stop giggling and swiftly turns to a guard on her right before almost predatorily smiling at him.

"Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right?" she asks him slowly and she truly hope his answer is not as boring as the other one.

"Lady shut up" he growls out and strangely enough she suddenly craves some good steaming potatoes. She's a very forgiving person though so she forgives him for being rude but next time she might have to channel her inner Hannibal Lecter.

Losing herself in her thoughts giggling and laughing she doesn't notice that they've entered the glooming building before the heavy oak door slams behind them. The slam also alerts the lady behind the mahogany desk of their arrival. She has a kind smile on her face as she greets my guards before she sees me. Then her kind smile falls and her eyes widen dramatically and she resemble more of a bug than an old lady. The old lady shakily but efficiently start typing on her clearly outdated computer before asking buzz cut guard what Danielle's name was.

"Danielle Edkvist" he tells her with a really horrible pronunciation of the evidently foreign last name.

"And how do you spell that" she asks him while avoiding eye contact with the girl. She simply throw the bug lady a sweet innocent smile.

"E-D-K-V-I-S-T" He emphasizes the T and she quickly types it before telling the guards where to put the new patient. Cell 23 on floor 2. The group of guards share a wary look before shrugging and start walking to a stairway left of the reception.

They walk through a waiting room full of what was supposed to be nice furniture. Ratty old sofas occupied the floor and bug eaten carpets dressed the floor in a sea of sickly yellow. A forgotten basket of toys sit in one corner with small cars spread around it. It's been a while since anyone's been in that room. A thought of her mom briefly enters Danielle's mind but she dismiss it and instead focus on her surroundings.

They take her down many different hallways all of them either grey or white. They pass many doctors and such, all dressed in hospital white who all stare at her as subtly as they could as they hurried past the company.

Then they enter a hallway which was weirdly enough a pale blue colour which contrast greatly against the rest of the building. A door on her right opens and two guards step out. Both of them looking more like the stereotype that media painted for the people in Gotham. The guards take a few steps before waiting for what Danielle believe is the patient they were "escorting"

And out steps the most gorgeous man Danielle has ever seen in all of her life, the green hair looking soft on the top of his head just begging to be touched and she can barely resist the urge to reach out to him. The second thing she notices about the man is the paleness of his skin, it's a very pale colour, almost like he has no pigment left or haven't been in the sun for a long while. Danielle would bet her money on the first one. Then, then she sees her eyes after admiring the "damaged" tattoo that he had just a bit lower than his hairline. It's hard to explain how they looked but if you could it would probably be something like a chilling piercing blue colour glinting with intelligence and madness. She can see the man observing him just as she did to him and he slowly smile at her. It's an intrigued smile and he slowly tilt his head slightly to the side . The green haired man has a pair of blue sweatpants on with white bold letters on the side of the leg saying "Arkham", they've also put him in a straightjacket.

"Hiya mister" she tells him with a smile and a short giggle. He only keep smiling at her but this time he lets the smile grow bigger so his teeth are showing. Her eyes are drawn to the metal on his teeth before unconsciously reaching out to touch but one of the guards pulls at the chain to keep her hand down. She pout at the action.

"Can you hold my hand? It's my first time and I'm scared" She continue to pout before she begin to hysterically laugh and wiggle her small fingers at him. Her laughter and the slight twinge of insanity in it captures his attention.

"Well we can't have that now can he" He rasps out. "You wanna hold daddy's hand, darling?" He continues before slowly sauntering over to her. She eagerly nod and wiggle her fingers at him before taking a hold of his covered arm. What a pair they make.

The guards look at us weirdly before tugging at my chains and we slowly begin our walk again. I smile up at the green haired man before snapping my teeth at him. "You look good enough to eat mister"

The guards look weirdly at the exchange questioning what just happened. Joker let out a deep growl looking at each and everyone of them with a glare in his eyes. Danielle look forward again but her attention can't help but be on the arm she's currently holding and she trips on air. She's falling to the ground and she would have given it a hug if it weren't for her holding J's arm. "Fan, jävla golv" she growl out ( shit, fucking floor) and if that wasn't one of the most attractive things he's heard in his life he'd be lying to himself.

"You okay dollface?" The owner of the arm asks before cackling. She nod at him before remembering that she doesn't know what his name is.

"What should I call you?" He looks down her me before giving her a smile with far too much teeth in it for it to be a genuine one.

"Oh baby you don't know who I am?" He lets out a slow laugh as Danielle shakes her head at him before gesturing for him to answer her question.

"Oh I don't know darling, you can call me Mr J, J, Daddy whatever you want"

"Okay, gurkan" She laugh at him before tugging at his arm to make him walk faster. (Cucumber)

And that's the first chapter of my first book! Hope you liked it and I hope I got the Joker right. Don't forget to comment! You can also find this story on on Potatis02