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[INDENT][b][i]March 20[sup]th[/sup] 2005, 11:58pm[/i][/b][/INDENT]
[sub]Drip.[/sub]
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The steady fall of water droplets off the leaky copper pipes echoed through the isolated room. From within the room, one could hear the orderlies making their way around the Asylum for the Mentally & Criminally Insane. The shift was changing over as the night crew took over and performed the first of their hourly inspections. Walking the long narrow halls, the creaking floor boards echoed throughout the entire facility as the orderlies ensured that each member of the former Circus of Strange were still safely locked away in their cells.

"Man, Pyg makes my skin crawl." Came the voice of one orderly as they climbed the narrow stairwell. "Did you see what he did to all those children? Ugh, I hope they were put out of their misery because there's not coming back from that."

"You're afraid of Pyg when they have a cannibal with crocodile skin and a grin that could give you know who a run for his money." Came a female voice in reply. "Croc is a monster, why is he not in Blackgate?"  

"You did not just mention you know who!" The other voice came back in reply as the sound of the orderlies began to get closer to the isolated room at the top of the Victorian spire. 

"I didn't call him by name." The female protested.

"Close enough, we need to stop mentioning him even vaguely. He gets off on it, and I'm pretty sure he's just bidding his time. I really don't want this to be the next Haly's Circus Massacre." The male voice chided before he suddenly jumped with a slight high pitched scream.

"Oh relax!" Scolded the female's voice. "It's just a rat."

"Yeah but they put the Ratcatcher in here too!" The male voice argued. "Whose to say that rat isn't doing his dirty work."

"There were rats in Arkham before Otis Flannegan was put here and there will be rats here long after he rots to death in his cell." The female voice said as she dismissed the male's fears. As the voices stopped, so did the foot steps on the other side of the door to the isolated room.

"Well since you're so brave, you check on him." The male voice ordered as the female laughed. 

"Alright I will." The female replied as she slid the view port open. Staring inside she looked around the dim room, the sound of a leaking pipe echoing in the darkness before she caught side of the dirty white straight jacket. Long green hair spilled over the slumped shoulders as the edge of a pale face could be caught in the light of the doorway. "Give us a smile Mister J." Came the female's voice.

"Harleen!" The male scolded again. "Don't egg him on." 

"Oh relax, he's been a perfect patient since he was admitted." Dr. Harleen Quinzel stated as she closed the viewport and turned towards the stairs. "Now c'mon, I need coffee if I'm supposed to make it through this night." She added as the two doctors headed back downstairs. From within the cell, the Joker turned his head as the sound of a rat's squeak caught his attention.

"It's time." The Joker muttered before his chest started to shudder with mirth as a low chuckle escaped his chest. "Heh, heh haha."

"[sub]Haha[/sub]
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