<div style="text-align: justify;">It was the first moment he'd actually felt amused in nearly two days, a disgusting display it was really though. Who dressed up like a bat and went around crime fighting? This would be vigilante who knew he’d be caught by the freak anyway… Now in the back of a police vehicle he began to rest his head along the window watching that bat fade away into the night. HMPH. Rude not even a goodbye after all Joker thought he’d made a new friend tonight. The bright lights of the squad car bounced off the alley and trash cans around and around as he watched them. Narrow green eyes starring a hole into the window as the two policemen were trying to figure out what to do. Their dispatch confirming that they should bring this criminal in with caution. Joker smiled as he heard the voice on the radio, “Proceed with extreme caution, he’s a maniac.” Well at least they knew that much anyway. When the cops began to head back the Joker began to rock in his seat, cuffs behind him he began to beat his head along the window. Harder and harder as his breathing got harder and harder yes it hurt to a degree… though there were worse pains. Laughing low and the feel of warmth came slipping down the side of his face from his brow. <br/><br/>“HEY STOP THAT!” One cop yelled, it only fueled him on as he beat harder feeling the black outs come and fade moving faster to do his best to break the window. “He’s fucking crazy let him!” The other shouted it wasn’t long until the door opened and the electric buzz of a taser going off in his chest. Joker’s smile widened exposing his teeth as they clenched to the pain of the shock flowed an then there was darkness. Like a dream he heard mumbles of voices of the two arguing before the engine roared up. They were driving off the Joker bloody from self-inflicted head-butts with a bulletproof window and burn holes in his clothing his very nice clothing damn it!  After a drive they arrived to the hospital where he slowly regained consciousness ready to lift his hand to his head only to find both hands were cuffed to a hospital bed. He’d been brought in for observation for his head wound the room completely empty save for the heart monitor that was attached to his chest with tiny stickys he could see. They’d cut open his shirt the buttons all but ripped off nearly made him frown they’d even taken his shoes off. They were thrown in a baggy the words evidence written on them along with other various items removed from his person.<br/>Through the door he could see guards  their shadows showing underneath the door but silence otherwise. BEAP BEAP BEAP … his heart if he didn't hear it he wouldn't have believed there to be a heart in his chest.<br/><br/>He rested his head back looking once more to the door waiting as he closed his eyes feigning sleep. The steady heart beat slowed as he calmed down until it beeped as a warning that the heart rate was decreasing.  A light went off, it wasn’t but two minutes later that he heard the door pull open a nurse rushing in to check on him leaned over the machine he could smell her. His eyes darting open as his mouth parted grabbing her arm with his teeth biting down. Her scream rang across the room panic in her as he bit harder into her forearm blood flooding his mouth until she was ripped away by the guards storming in. Two pushed him down into the bed his mouth red as he spat out  the raw chunk of meat in his mouth to the floor. “What the matter? Don’t like love bites?” The crying nurse was rushed out of the room as the feeling of a fist hit his face. “WHOO HOO it’s a party now isn’t it?!” The doctor rushed in horrified to see what was happening, unable to get near him he shouted. “GET HIM OUT OF THIS HOSPITAL! HE’S FUCKING INS ANE!” The Joker laughed lowly throating the sound in a hummed growl. “Finally someone who understands me.”<br/><br/>His transportation was quickly dealt with he would be better attended to in the asylum before arraignment . They took to restraining him the only way possible mouth gagged and chained he was pushed through the back entrance another criminally insane added to the ranks of Arkham Asylum. The ward was in a buzz as the Joker was escorted through the halls he could see bars and the patients behind them. His head turning to eye them for a moment as he passed by each cell. Well bars he could deal with bars just fine. Leaving the ward he frowned how would he be able to talk to anyone if they didn’t put him in his cell?? He realized they were not taking any chances with him he would going in complete lock down… Passing another gate until they marched him into his cell. He noted the toilet in the corner but no place to wash his hands. The built in bed made of cement he could feel the chains moving. AT LAST he was being taken out of his restraints and this was his chance! That was until he felt the prick of a needle hit his thigh. Looking down with a growl they’d stuck him!<br/><br/>When he woke up he was on the floor with in some glass cell his eyes felt so dry… His throat too. Blood dried around his chin and jaw down to his neck from earlier… hm how long was his nap?? Slowly getting to his feet he walked to the large glass able to see nothing but a heavy door with bars in the distance. The rough sound of his voice roaring out… “Okay okay… I’m sorry!” His eyes darting to the camera in the corner moving towards it and shouting. “I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON.” Hmph. The sound left his throat. Fine.. he’d play along for now. His cell was quite unique given his reputation it was specially made for the likes of him. Complete with gas chambers that could easily put him into a mini coma. Though that wasn't his biggest problem he hated the nothing behind the glass who would he talk to?? Talking to himself got boring after a while although it was the most intelligent conversation he’d ever had.</div>