Who: The Joker and Dr. Crane What: A pact of sorts Where: Arkham - Crane's Office When: May 5th - 4 PM Rating: PG-13
No one in Arkham would ever suspect a long janitor of anything nefarious. He wheeled his mop and bucket through the halls slowly, taking his time in cleaning up the messes of serial killers and doctors alike. He'd stop outside the doors of the worst criminals in Gotham and peek through the smell window. Everyone was quiet, doped up on uppers and downers and all-around-good-timers. What a laugh!
The janitor moved on, taking to the second floor where many of the main offices were. The scummiest halls needed the most attention and he would start with the worst doctor on the bill. The blood-stained janitor outfit was tossed aside as the man entered Doctor Crane's office. He slipped his hands into the soapy gray mop water and removed three plastic bags; white, black, and red. It was a messy job, but the face paint was easy to smear apply with wet digits.
The Joker waited, sitting down in the visitor's chair, his hands folded over his lap. Despite all the drawers and files and mounds of information hidden in the office, none of it mattered. That was not what he was here for. He needed a prescription from the good Doctor himself.