"Warden.. are you sure about this plan?
I mean there are good ways to fix a person's insanity but this.. this
is unethical at most even for someone like him"
One of the new workers at Arkham
says, walking alongside Warden Sharp,
holding a clipboard.
Sharp replies with a sigh;
"Yes, yes I'm aware what a heinous act that will be but there is a reason why Arkham was built as such."
Sharp says walking into his office and sitting down at his desk.
"There is no other solution I'm afraid Newbie..
''My name is Deacon''

'' Deacon then.. every doctor and every psychiatrist here has tried everything on the kooky clown, not limited to Electroshock therapy, trying
to get him to open up about his past..
and of course the patient interviews".
"I know sir but what about-."
"What's decided is done
Sharp points his finger
to the door towards the hall.
Now go get those guards to bring the
clown to room seventeen as I said.. unless you prefer not to work here''
Deacon gulps and walks out of Sharp's office as he calls his first name.

"Hey Deacon?"
He turns around looking back at Sharp as he continues talking.
"Make sure you write all his symptoms in my file when you're done..
he needs to know what the consequences could be of not complying.."
He says standing up from his chair.
"...Very well then"
Deacon needed the money for this job
even if it risked his own life, he signed up to be a cell guard originally..
until his wife convinced him that his job was just too dangerous
and that being a simple assistant to the head of the building was safer.
Warden sharp leads his new assistant to the door leading to the room the patient is unwillingly waiting there in.
"Remember do as the guards tell you and don't talk
to the patient or have any contact with him.. he's an expert at manipulation''

''Okay'' .

Warden Sharp starts walking away.
''Oh and one more thing... make sure they
properly restrain him, we don't need
another incident like last week ".
Deacon hitches a breath, his
hand resting on the silver door.
The young man only got more unnerved.

".... What happened last week?".

Warden Sharp doesn't answer immediately,
trying to figure out how he should explain this to Deacon.
His new assistant seems to sense his hesitation so he speaks again.
"Well last week, the doctor who was handling this case had an accident.... he lost both of his hands.. the mad man had a knife hidden in his damn straitjacket! He kept stabbing people left and right.. the guards had taken him to the infirmary but he got loose and escaped and stabbed the doctors!"
Deacon looked at his shoes, still shaken by the encounter.

Deacon leaves
without uttering another word.
Anything involving the Joker who he hadn't even seen in the flesh
would be a real test of his bravery.


Deacon was taken completely aback
when he laid eyes on Joker for the first time securely hand
cuffed and surrounded by five no-nonsense guards,
from what he had been told by the Warden and a few staff members,
Deacon pictured a tall imposing
snaggle-toothed being with piercing pale skin,
ugly eyes burning with unholy hatred,
and a malevolent grin so sharp it could cut through steel when he smiled..
What he saw however was a calm and quiet man
of average height and build,
he did indeed have cold white skin as expected and blood-red lips formed into a sly smile
which contrasted sharply with his green hair so dark it could
be mistaken as a shade of black.
His bright yellow demonic eyes rimmed with dark shadows
gave him an air of menace no other inmate Deacon met before had.
This man gave off the vibe of something evil lurking just below the surface.
The guards rightfully feared
for the new staff member.
''Keep your distance from this one Mr- ''
''Deacon my name is Deacon''.

At this Joker lost all sense of quiet and
burst into the shrieking laughter he was infamous for.
Deacon didn't like his reaction
at all.
''Hahaha!! You're hilarious Deke!".
Joker cackles, causing Deacon to wince
in disgust and anger.
''How the fuck do you fucking call me that!?"
Deacon snaps turning to face Joker.
''Bwwahahahahah! Deacon! hehehe! Oh what a name.. do they
call you Deacon the beacon back at home?''. The clown mocked, as if his little rhyme was the perfect comedy act.
Deacon keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to
indulge the maniac any further and moves with the guards towards the location where Joker would supposedly emerge a changed man.
The guard closest to Joker's side soon grew tired
of his excessive cackling and remarks.


''Quiet you piece of shit, if you want to see a funny moment,
stop interrupting us!".
Joker stops laughing for now but remains quiet and glares up at
Deacon, who tries hard to keep his expression unreadable.
that was my funny bone!''. the maniac whinges.

Deacon held back a giggle.

''Something funny about that
rookie?'' Joker glowers, rubbing his arm.
''You'll find out sooner or later buddy''
'Later' turned out to be much longer than either of them wanted.
They moved down the hallway for what seemed like forever to Deacon.

It was a long painful walk mainly because of
Joker trying to rile the guards and Deacon up again
eventually they stopped at a door labelled.. Staff only.

Deacon sighed with relief
''This must be it''.

The door opens automatically.

''Time for you to be cured clown!''
another guard grabs Joker from behind
and pulls him through the doors forcibly,
'You guards have gotten way dumber
if you think you can actually cure me'' Joker snarls as he was being
lead into a small room with blue walls and grey tiled floors.. and one lonely chair with an older man standing beside it.

''Finally'' the older man mutters, glaring at Joker who simply laughs
and sits down.
Deacon's jaw drops.
''You're.. you're the shrink?'' he exclaims pointing to the elder man who
just looks at Deacon weirdly before returning back to looking straight at the
Joker. The three guards shove Joker onto the chair and strap
his hands and legs down tightly to prevent any escape.

Deacon stands on the other side of the room,
guessing his job was done for now.

The five guards begin to leave,
''He's all yours doctor we will
be outside the door if you need us''.

"It's all good.. I know how to
deal with animals like him".

Joker's uncaring smile melts away.
"I beg your pardon doc I
am clearly a human being like you!".

The doctor was about to answer that remark
when another door opened up..
Joker and the mysterious doctor glance toward it.

A random man, actually a guard out of uniform walks out through the door frame.. behind him a little dog with a long fur coat and big butterfly-like ears, most likely a Papillion, is lead out on a red nylon leash, a dog in the asylum was already
a rare sight especially one with no harness
saying it was a service dog or something or even a guard dog.
Even the clown prince who
didn't care much for animals was shocked
That the Arkham staff would
willingly endanger a dog like this.
"What the heck is a dumb animal like that
doing in the mad house?" Joker asks himself.
The Papilion which was female
raises her ears up and looks towards Joker.
The guard tries his best to pull her attention away and get her out the other door.
"Come on girl he's not safe to be near".

She tilts her head but doesn't obey.
Another guard pulls her leash once more,
but she didn't budge
she looked up at the guards then back at Joker,
Pulling at her leash with more strength than a small
dog like that should have,
Her long wavy tail wagging furiously.
Joker takes this moment to
examine her features.
Her body was primarily white with flecks
of black and dark brown- no almost red patches,
The short legs were fully creamy white but her tiny paws were as dark as the night sky,
The tail wasn't much to look at, just being the same colour as her legs
Her distinctive Large papillon ears were a light shade of red
With black spots adorning the feathery tips..
It was the face of this canine however that made him stop and stare for longer then 10 seconds..
She had what looked like a black mask shape above her muzzle.
this dog reminded him a lot of his own hench-girl
Even if he wanted to deny it.

Before the dog could get any closer though for Joker to fully comprehend what he was seeing
the guard came forward,
picked her up in his arms and left without a word.


Joker was too busy staring at the door
they went through he did not see or sense the needle
that the doctor at his side was aiming for his limp arm.


In a flash, the needle was plunged deep into Joker's forearm,
as he screamed in sudden pain, he instinctively reached up to the area where the needle had been plunged, but he could not do much about it
what with both his arms strapped down tight to the arm of the chair.
Deacon stood by the wall.. knowing what would happen to Joker within five minutes or less.. depending on the serums' effects.

Joker groaned and grunted, feeling
a wave of nausea come over him.
His body suddenly felt heavy, the weight in his limbs became heavier.
He began to sink lower into the chair, but he fought against his own unconsciousness
wanting to remain conscious.
Just as he felt himself sinking
into darkness
another voice spoke from outside the door.
''Uhh.. is the patient supposed to fall unconscious?'' a guard asked, staring through the window of the door.
The doctor examines Joker before giving a shrug.
The warden did say that the serum might have a few minor side effects.

Not even 10 minutes later, The Joker was taken from the room still unconscious and thrown into a temporary holding cell next door...
It was not long before he woke up,
wrapped in a straitjacket and sitting against the cell wall..
Two burly guards stood outside the bars, armed with heavy guns..
they knew damn well about his habit of
breaking out of every straitjacket he was shoved into.
''Don't try anything funny clown''.
Joker looks from left to right and
then down, noting his current restraints.
Joker began to shout curses and threats
at them, until he noticed the two men watching him with their
eyes wide open.
Joker huffed and closed his eyes again
knowing full well they were going to watch him die of boredom before
anyone else arrived.
''Are you seeing what I'm seeing Eric?''
''Yes.. yes I am''.

What they were staring at was a little black spot just on the tip of the mad man's nose.
''Look at him'' Eric whispered to
his partner.
They continued their watch for a few more seconds when
something caught their eye,
The black spot was spreading up towards his nasal bridge, covering the surface entirely,
leaving Joker with a half-dog half human nose.
''Fuck'' Eric muttered
before turning away from Joker and going past the cell and out of Joker's sight, ''The warden never mentioned
anything of physical changes'' Eric muttered.
''Maybe his plan was to turn clown
boy into a dog all along'' his partner named Dominic said.
''Maybe.. still kind of freaky though''.

They return to their post, standing by
and watching Joker who was scratching at his new canine nose.
Eric wanted to test something.
''Hey Joker.. want a treat?'' he teases.

Joker pulls his head up at once.
''No way!'' he shouts.
Eric chuckles and shakes his head.
A few seconds pass after Eric's chuckle died down and he begins speaking again, ''Well Joker, I've seen stranger things here than you have.''
Joker glares at the guard suspiciously.
''What are you getting at?"

''Maybe we shouldn't tell him.. it's
more fun to keep him
guessing'' Dominic whispers to Eric.
''Good call''.

Joker fusses around in his restraints.
''Grrr I gotta get out of this thing''
He was barely aware of his own two ears stretching out, pulling up the sides of his head and sprouting a little fur.

''Geez.. as if he wasn't enough
of a freak already'' Dominic chuckled.

Joker shakes his head, feeling
his new ears slap into his cheeks.


''What- what in the name of an awful joke is this??''

He pulls his arms free from his
straitjacket and takes a hold of his long floppy ears.
He can only think of
nothing else other then this new change.. and what this meant for him..
Were they turning him into an animal??..
Joker pulls and tugs at them, trying to rip them off but to no avail.. they were stuck on tight, just another part of his body.
He gives up and just sits there, complaining and growling at Eric and Dominic.
Dominic snickered.
''Oh now your growling at us like a dog clown?'' Eric laughed
Joker grumbles under his breath as he pouts at them.
Eric and Dominic look at each other.
''What now?" Joker mumbled.
''Nothing, its just....'' Eric says
he glances toward Joker,
with a serious expression.
''You seem to be growing fangs.

Joker shoves his fingers into his
mouth and touches his top canine teeth.
They're definitely sharper and more pointed
and it would only get worse from there.

Eric and Dominic leave the cell block to check on some other inmates while Joker was left alone to ponder on his absurd situation.

Already his face and hands were turning hairy.
And it would probably get worse before it would get better..
But for how many days now? How many weeks? Months? What about his body itself?
Why was it happening??
He stares at his reflection in the cracked
mirror mounted on the wall.

His face certainly had a canine quality to it now,
besides the black nose, long ears and fangs
his face was bulging forward, the beginnings of a muzzle now doubt.

Joker's face contorted into a frown and reared an arm back.
''grrrrr!''
With a sweep of his clenched fist the mirror
shattered into a thousand pieces.
He swore revenge on the doctor who
did this and kicked at the shards with his paw-like feet.
''I am not a dog! I am nothing like those smelly noisy beasts''.
With one last punch of his foot he kicks the shattered remains
off the wall and onto the ground.
His new ears flick backwards in irritation at
the sounds coming from outside his cell.

''Whoever is making that
noise shut up already!'' the half canine clown snarls.
His words seemed to bring a small smile to
the faces of the two guards standing outside.
The cell block was not known to be a quiet area.
Some inmates were so rowdy they
would start shouting and causing a ruckus all throughout the night.
now, it sounded rather distant
and muffled.
The guards leave for a bit and soon return with Joker's dinner tray, sliding into the cell slot.
''It's meal time clown'' Eric knocks on the bars.
''Eat'' Dominic follows behind.
Joker surprisingly does as told and takes the tray, taking care not to make any mess.

The fur had spread and his claws had grown larger,
his nails were longer and longer too,
his mouth and chin appeared bigger too,
the teeth seemed to be sharper,
His muzzle was just about fully formed now.