Hello Fascination
Chapter 1 Rough, Tough, Naughty NurseOn first appearance, Arkham didn't seem like such a bad environment for a guy like me to be living in. Take a closer look and you'll see what a wreck of a building it really is. Being locked in the same cell for 24 hours with nothing else to do but stare at walls forces you to over analyse and criticise any minor fault. I had managed to count at least 50 cracks in the ceiling and each wall, mould had began to form in each corner of the room and the bed I was given was extremely squeaky. I'd only have to breathe in for it to emit a creek. I must admit that it did amuse me for short period of time; bouncing up and down as much as I was able to, considering that I was in my straitjacket. As I grew bored of this, I also realised how painful the entertainment actually was. The springs and bars were both grinding against my skin, to the point where I actually had to stand up for awhile. The moral of the story; never grind against bars. Or maybe just don't bounce on Arkham beds.
The straitjacket I was forced to put on, obviously wasn't too comfortable either. But I confess; it's warm. The thought was almost comforting at first, until I thought about who may have worn this previously. Some sweaty guy, no doubt. At least it looked like it had been worn, judging by the off white almost yellow colour it had turned. Whenever I attempted lying flat on my bed, the straps of the jacket would painfully jut into my back and combining with the springs only exasperated the pain. So I had no other choice but to sit up straight, wriggling my toes to entertain myself.
My ears perked up once I heard the lock on my cell door being unbolted. I hadn't spoken to anyone for a day and I was actually beginning to grow tired of myself. Two burly looking guards entered the cell each holding nightsticks in one hand. I immediately assumed they were going to beat right there on the spot, until one of them started speaking. "Come on, clown. It's time for your medical." Without a word I stood up and let them unfasten the straps on the back of the straitjacket. I wasn't going to complain as long as I got out of this stupid room.
I was lead down a corridor of white walls until I was aggressively heaved into another white room with a hospital bed in the centre of it. Beside the bed was a lovely looking nurse with blonde hair. Even though her hair wasn't bright, bleached blonde I could still tell that it wasn't her real colour by looking at the brunette roots. She held in her arm a plastic clipboard and stood patiently with a cheery smile on her face.
"Good morning, sir," she started. "Please could you lie down on the bed? I'll be your nurse today and I'll be making a few tests for your medical record."
"What if I refuse? You can't make me do anything," I argued as I lay down on the scratchy tissue paper. My ankles were being locked in shackles attached to the bed to prevent me from escaping or attempting to attack the nurse. The two guards left as soon as they had finished, leaving me and the nurse alone.
"Sir, it's necessary for all patients to have some sort of medical check-up every half year kept on a database. The information given allows us to provide continuity of care to every individual patient. We also need to make sure that you're healthy and be aware of any illnesses, allergies or diseases you may have."
"So...Wendy, how are you this fine day?" I asked after reading her nametag. "You don't look afraid to see me. I'm not sure if that makes me happy or not. A lot of the other nurses tend to-"
"Can you lie down flat, please?" She asked ignoring everything I had just said. She pushed my chest down so that I was no longer propping myself up with my arms. I let out an annoyed and bored sigh as I crossed my arms underneath my head. "Now, since you already know my name, could you state yours?"
"The Joker," I replied simply. "I would have thought you'd known that. And I know that you're really not that stupid considering that your natural hair colour, uh, isn't actually blonde. Do you get out much, huh?"
"I hardly believe that your real name is 'The Joker'."
"Best start believing then, hmm beautiful?" She sighed, knowing that she was never going to get my real name out of me. I smiled knowing that I had won and an easy win at that. She wrote down "Joker" in inverted commas onto the record as I propped up once again to look at what she was writing. "The Joker, if you please," I started noticing that she had neglected to include the 'The'.
"Don't push it," she retorted monotonously and then pushed me back down onto the bed forcefully with her beautiful, slender hands. I snickered slightly. I wanted to be angry at her, but I couldn't bring myself to think of thoughts that involved me hurting her. No, my thoughts kept wondering back to how I was able to see her black bra peeking out of the nurse outfit. I would have pointed it out but I'm pretty sure that it was her intentions. The button she had fastened the uniform up to made it look like she intended to reveal her boobs. "What's your date of birth?" She asked as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"How am I supposed to remember? I was just a baby when I was first born."
"That's great," Wendy said sarcastically writing an 'N/A' in the box provided. "Um, sex?"
"Yes, please," I answered.
She laid the clipboard on her lap irritated and glared sternly at me. "Mr Joker, please try and be more mature about this. This is a serious document and you're going to have to give me some serious answers for it to be filed."
"It was a stupid question, so I gave a stupid reply. And if you haven't noticed I actually have answered every question you've asked, just not to your standards. But let's stop this arguing; I don't want to get off on the wrong foot."
"Do you by any chance know your blood type?" She asked, picking the clipboard back up and standing up straight. I shook my head in reply. She walked over to a desk in the corner of the room and picked something up. When she returned I noticed she was brandishing a small needle. "Can you sit up?" I did as I was told, while I could have easily just snatched that needle away from her and stabbed it in her neck. She gently grasped my arm and tied a tourniquet around my arm just above the elbow. "Could you flex your hands?" Once again I obeyed and saw the vein in my elbow become instantly prominent. I couldn't hold back the urge to poke it. Immediately my hand was slapped away by Wendy so that she could cleanse the area around the vein. "You're going to feel a slight prick," Wendy warned as she placed the tip of the needle near the vein. I didn't flinch at the feel of the needle piercing my skin. I was already used to pain far worse than that. "It's usually the men who are wimps when it comes to pain. Women have a nine times higher pain threshold to men."
"Pfft. I doubt that," I exclaimed rolling my eyes. She pulled the needle out of my arm and replaced it with a cotton wool ball.
"It's true! I'm not saying it stands for every man; I mean you obviously don't fall into that category. But the majority of the men that I've looked at have cried at a finger prick."
"They all deserve to die! They don't even deserve a penis. They're a disgrace to the entire male population!" I shouted with my fists balling up. Maybe I was overreacting a little, but it was men like them that had women believing these kinds of pretences.
"Calm down. There's no need to get worked up over a little statistic that I happen to believe. You can lay back down now." Sighing almost like growl, I was pushed back down onto my back. "Do you have any major illnesses I should know about? Any allergies, chronic diseases or history of illness in your family?"
"Not sure."
"You're not being very helpful with this, are you?"
"Well there's obviously a lot of stuff I don't know about myself. Can't say I care to find out."
She sat back down on the edge of the bed and began filling in boxes on the record. I sat up straight again and leaned over her shoulder to peek at what she was writing. I noticed goose bumps beginning to form around her neck as I breathed down her neck, yet she didn't move away or tell me to lie back down. Most of the boxes were filled with 'N/A', except for the list of medication. She had scribbled down a list of medications I'd be taking and when I'd be taking them. I'd never even heard of things until just now and I'd not been informed that I'd have to be taking anything while I was here.
"Hey! I didn't agree to take any drugs! What are these anyway!?" I questioned angrily snatching the clipboard away from her. She desperately attempted to steal it back, but I merely retracted the clipboard even more.
"Give it back," she ordered as she leaned over my body stretching her arm up as far as it would go. The position she was in made her cleavage even more apparent than it already was.
"No, I don't think I will. I just want to look at it anyway. And at the moment the view I have is pretty beautiful," I admitted, gazing down her uniform. She continued to stretch relentlessly, until I began to feel sorry for her and slowly brought the clipboard back down so that she was able to reach it. Once it was in reach she aggressively snatched it back. She sighed heavily and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, looking a little flushed from the previous predicament. She regained her composure almost instantly after and was back to her usual self. I smiled at her discomfort, finding pleasure in her misfortune. She looked wonderful struggling helplessly.
"Okay, if you must know these drugs weren't set for you by me. Neulactil tablets or pericyazine is an antipsychotic which you will take daily. This will help prevent any disturbed thoughts, feelings and any behavioural disorders that involve aggression or severe agitation or excitement. It produces a calming effect and controls aggression, delusions and hallucinations. And these are just vitamins that you will also take daily. Trust me; in a place like this you'll need these vitamins to keep healthy. The food you get given here doesn't exactly look healthy at all. If you get any odd side-effects please tell one of the nurses or doctors."
"Will do...Won't take them anyway." I whispered the last part under my breath; however she still heard and shook her head disapprovingly. She turned away and placed the clipboard and pen on the desk in the corner. "What now, nurse?"
"It's time for some tests," she answered as she examined the blood sample. After a couple of minutes of looking at the sample she spoke. "Your blood type is AB negative. That's the rarest blood type there is, Mr Joker." She returned to the bedside holding a glass thermometer in one hand. "Now, can you please open wide?"
"That's what he sa-" I didn't have a chance to finish off my sexual innuendo joke when the thermometer was shoved into my mouth. This forced me to erupt into a fit of laughter. For what reason I wasn't quite sure, but Wendy didn't seem to find it funny. Although she did keep the smile on her face as she watched me laugh at nothing. After a few seconds of having the thermometer in my mouth, she slid it out and examined it. Once again she retreated to the desk and came back with another object. This time it was an ophthalmoscope. Before she came back she switched off the light in the room so that we were in darkness.
"This test is just to observe your pupil size," she explained as she switched the light on the small tool. "Okay, look at me." She held the scope to her eye and brought her face closer to mine.
"You have really beautiful eyes," I complimented as I gazed into her dark brown irises.
She smiled before breathing out a thank you. "Look to the left. Look to the right. Look up. Look down." Yet again, another nice view of the cleavage and yet again I felt as if I needed to laugh. I tried to stifle it but it was no use. I began laughing uncontrollably. "What do you keep laughing at? Is it something I've done?" She asked, trying to cover up her wants to giggle also.
"It's nothing," I replied while shaking my head.
"Can you quickly tilt your head up towards the ceiling?" Confused, I obeyed her requests. When I felt her two fingers come in contact with my neck, I flinched and slapped her hand away as a reflex. I hated being touched in a comforting, gentle, caressing kind of way. "Don't worry. I'm just checking your pulse rate," she informed as she brought her hand back up. Still a bit uncertain, I tilted my head back up. She placed the two fingers on the side of my neck again and began moving them in circular motions trying to find the pulse. Once she found it, she did again with her other hand on the other side of my neck. As she kept her finger tips to my neck, I stared at her from the corners of my eye.
She wasn't scared of me at all. At least she showed no fear in her expression. If she was scared, she was good at hiding it. She must have known that I could easily tear her delicate body limb from limb if I tried, yet she had never panicked or stumbled on her words once. She's obviously a very confident and charismatic woman. Once she realised that I was gazing at her, she became timid. "What are you looking at?" She asked curiously.
"What's wrong, hmm? Can't I look at you?"
"Of course you can," She replied with a toothy grin. She spun round on her heel and walked over towards the light switch.
"Are we done?" I asked.
"No, not yet. Two more tests and we'll be finished. All I need now is your urine and semen samples." My ears perked up at the mention of semen and began to chuckle silently to myself. She returned to the bed holding two plastic containers and then placed them on table beside the bed. She reached into her chest pocket and pulled out a small key before sauntering over to the foot of the bed. There she unlocked the restraints around my ankles so that I was able to stand up from the bed. I did so willingly straight away. I stretched my legs and clicked my back with a groan. "Now, take these containers and fill one with urine and the other with semen in that room there. Do you need any water to help you pee? Any...magazines?"
"Uh, no. I think I'll be alright," I replied and took the containers from her hand. I was about to turn to leave, but stopped when an idea popped into my head. "You know, I might actually need some, ah, help. Know what I mean, hmm?"
"Are you in need of professional assistance?"
"Indeed I am." Was she actually going to do it? I didn't think it was going to be that easy.
"Okay. I need you to drop your pants, turn around and place both hands flat on the bed," she commanded as she snapped some spandex gloves on. "This procedure is an anally induced ejaculation, so you're going to feel a strong pressure on the prostate gland inside your rectum."
"Uh...this isn't what I had in mind," I stated, immediately regretting asking her for anything.
"I assure you, it'll be over and done with before you know it." She began smearing some kind of lubricant all over her two fingers. "Let's prove that pain threshold statistic correct, shall we?" I desperately wanted to prove her wrong. What she was about to do couldn't be that bad. I hesitantly pulled down the white scrub pants along with my boxers and rested my hands against the bed. "Are you ready?" She asked, walking behind me. I nodded my head, bracing myself for the pain.
I clenched the tissue paper on the bed and grinded my teeth together as she first entered. I attempted to block out the pain by trying to think of something else, but it proved to be incredibly difficult. I unwontedly let out low growls and moans not wanting to show my discomfort, meaning that I'd look weaker to her. No matter how uncomfortable it was, I felt my climax coming closer and closer. My eyes rolled back when I finally did cum with a heavy sigh.
"All done," Wendy smiled cheerily as she sealed the container and walked over to the desk.
"Was that completely necessary?" I asked as I bent down to pull up my pants.
"No. Not at all. I just like to mess with patients. However, both urine and semen are both great indicators to help show how healthy a person is. And also it's nice to know if the patient is free of any STDs. It's always the same thing with guys and they always end up regretting it. It's kind of fun to watch them squirm relentlessly."
"You...are a naughty little nurse. You've surprised me and I think I like you. You're not like all of the other nurses in here."
"Oh, I know. Now, I'm sure you don't need help trying to pee," she said as she passed me the other empty container. I took the container and left into the room through the door she had pointed to. It was a simple bathroom, with only a toilet and a sink in it. No windows for escape and no mirrors to smash for sharp shards.
When I left the room after doing my business, Wendy was standing close to the desk looking over the clipboard. I placed the container beside her and waited for her to speak. "Okay, Mr Joker, judging by your test results you're as healthy as a horse. There shouldn't be a problem with the medication you're given but if you do start to notice any possible symptoms tell someone and I'll get it sorted out, okay?"
"Okay. It was nice meeting you, Wendy. I can only hope that we meet again soon. This meeting was very...interesting." If interesting was even the right word.
"It was nice meeting you too, Mr Joker," she admitted as she opened the exit door. The two guards from earlier on entered once again and gripped either of my arms. "Take care," Wendy sang as I was dragged out of the room. I looked behind me to send her a wink in return, but I was then jerked forward when one of the guards tugged at my arm.
I suppose that didn't go too bad.
AN: This is my first story on . I have written a Joker fanfic on Mibba, but I think I've grown bored of that site. Sometimes I like a change so I resorted to this site, where it seems to be a lot more mature than Mibba. I had a Quizilla account when I was a lot younger, until they decided to change the website design and I became a refugee in Mibba. I still like Mibba, but I'm sticking with this site for now. My name isn't MelissaCanFlyy on Mibba though; it's SurpriseSurprise if you're wondering. This story is kind of inspired by "Kichi"; another writer on who wrote an amazing story in J's POV called "Vitiate". I find it difficult to write in his POV because it's so hard to keep up with his perfect charisma and quick wit. But I am trying my best; just keep in mind that I'm not The Joker so I'm sorry if it isn't perfect.
There are going to be three female protagonists in this story and I'm not trying to say Mr J is a whore; I'm just trying to say he's totally irresistible. I mean judging by the amount of fan girls I've come across it's easy to make as many girls like him as I want, so the reason behind all three protagonists? Why not?
So the first one has already been introduced; Wendy. I'd like to imagine her with Rachel Mcadam's kind of looks.
The story title is taken from a band called "Breathe Carolina" who sings a song called "Hello Fascination" off their album "Hello Fascination". I find the song incredibly catchy, but it seems to be the only good song on that album. For my story, the title is referring to the new found fascination in Arkham; The Joker.
The chapter title is taken from a band called "Blood on the Dance Floor" who sings a song called "Ima Monster" off their album "It's Hard to Be a Diamond in a Rhinestone World". Once again, I think it's an amazing song, but it holds hardly any reference to the chapter or story in general. I only used it for the naughty nurse part to reflect Wendy's behaviour. And the dirty lyrics for the song make it a whole lot better.
The D.O.B answer is a close reference to a "Laurel & Hardy" short. When Oliver asks Stan what his Birthday was he replied with something similar to what The Joker did.
The pain threshold statistic was something I was told when I had a blood test. The nurse told me that women were a lot braver and she had witnessed a lot of men overreact to having the needle. I'd like to believe the statistic is true, considering that women do have to give birth which I'd imagine is a lot of pain.
The part where The Joker is laughing when having his eye test is something that happened to me not long ago. At my last optical appointment, I had an Indian optician, I couldn't really understand him too well, but I got the gist. Anyway, when he was examining the eye movements, he grabbed a pen and began moving it from side to side telling me to follow. And for some unknown reason I began laughing hysterically. It was a painful laugh too; the one's where you don't want to laugh and you attempt to hide but it fails and bursts out anyway. The optician didn't look amused at all, which was even funnier. Whenever I thought I had finished laughing, he'd try to continue but I'd start laughing again. It went on for awhile, until the optician got fed up and left that test for now. It was really embarrassing, but hilarious at the same time. I really don't like that optician. He's way too serious.
The anal ejaculation scene is a reference from a film called "Road Trip". There's a scene where Sean William Scott offers a sperm donation and asks for the nurses help and then she induces the semen anally. It's pretty funny.
If anyone reads this, please review and constructive criticism is always appreciated.