Of Chemical Madness: A Joker Quest

The nurse scribbles down upon that notepad of hers, although you make a mental note that you don't really remember your own true name, that will work for now for some reason that's altogether incredibly funny.

"Alright Mr. Kele, we'll get you set up with a gameplan to be back up on your feet again in no time. Some physical therapy, basic motor functions, and strength tests. There's also a doctor from Arkham who's meant to come over in the next couple of days to check how you are in the mental health department," With that, she stands, and then places a menu upon a tray in front of you, "Go ahead and pick out whatever you like, even breakfast.

You sort out your order of food and allow yourself to relax in the bed for the time being. So, you've been out of it for a few days? And whatever that silhouette was brought you here, too. That was… Puzzling, at best. Well, maybe. Maybe that silhouette was some form of hero or something. You had been hearing rumors of some lunatic who dressed up as a bat or something. Maybe that was who it was? The details were still too foggy.

There comes a knock on the door, and you say for whoever it to come in on the condition that they have a joke for you or some food.

When the door opens, three people enter the room, first the nurse who had been there when you woke up in the first place and two other rather authoritative looking men. The nurse is carrying the tray with the food you ordered, while the other two look much more serious.

"The nurse has my food, so without a joke, I guess she's your free pass, " You chuckle out as she sets the food on your tray.

The first man, who looks the older of the two stands taller than the other. He wears a brown fedora over his greying hair. He has a greying goatee and the remnants of stubble where he likely shaved a few days ago at the most. Otherwise, he's dressed in a brown trenchcoat over a white button-up with a black tie. Before he even opens his mouth you already know he's with the GCPD.

"Mr... Ah, Kele," He finally states your given name after the nurse whispers it in his ear before she assumes her spot in the room by the door, "I'm Detective Harvey Bullock, and this is my partner, Detective Gordon."

Bullock motions to the man with him, considerably younger though not quite as young as you are. The man isn't wearing a hat, so his rather well-kept red hair is pretty clear to see. He has relatively soft brown eyes, and a red mustache as well. He's dressed in what you'd call the stereotypical detective overcoat, with the white shirt and tie to match. He nods to you before his partner continues with whatever it is he has to say.

"We're with the GCPD, and we would like to ask you a few questions about the state your in so we can file a report and figure out who did this to you," Detective Bullock informs you, pulling up a chair so he can sit relatively comfortable.

"So, we don't know who brought you into the hospital, but from what the doctors say you were going to pull through anyway. Would you happen to know who brought you here?"

You blink for a moment, the detective seems nice enough so you decide there isn't really a point to not cooperate with the man. Though he still hasn't told you a joke, however, the food you take a bite of courtesy of the hospital's kitchen staff does make up for it. Finally, you shake your head and tell him you can't remember much, other than that you were in the middle of passing out when who you assume brought you here found you.

Detective Bullock writes that down, when Detective Gordon asks the next question, "From what the doctor's say, you've been disfigured from some form of a chemical accident. Would you be able to say what it was exactly that happened to you?"

[ ] Of course, officer, I fell into a vat of chemicals because I tried to help you guys out by working undercover… At least, I think.

[ ] Oh, I was born like this! Though only now was it really visible really.

[ ] I played dress up and took a bath in chemicals because criminals didn't like who I dressed up as.

You hear Bullock scribbling away your answer, with Gordan scanning over you. Finally, Bullock stands up and thanks you for your cooperation before leaving you to your food. You finish your meal and thank the nurse as she takes your plate. You close your eyes and then pick up the remote to the TV.

Turning it on, you flick through the channels before finally deciding upon the news network. A young blonde reporter, Vicki Vale, as she calls herself, stands outside of Gotham City Hall. She's saying something about Mayor Cobblepot or whatever, and you decide that it's of no interest to you before changing the channel to a kids channel and find yourself watching a show about some boy with a shield and three moms, or two and a half and sometimes four?

Soon enough, another nurse comes in and helps you out of the bed and to a physical therapy session. It doesn't take long, really, and your back to motor functions within the hour. Since you were out for those few days they expected it you to be worse off than you are, but you seem to be recovering at an astonishing rate*. The nurse escorts you back to your room, and you sit back on your bed. She informs you that you'll be staying at least for another few days or so just so the medical staff can be absolutely sure. Oh, and that doctor from Arkham is here for you. That was fast.

The bald man walks into the room, a soft smile on his face as he walks over to you grabs a chair, placing it at the foot of your bed. John, he calls you, may he call you that? His name is Doctor Hugo Strange, head psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, just here to perform a basic test on your mental capacities and to see how you're doing.

"First things first John, I need to ask you how well your memory is holding up. Do you remember anything before this incident of yours?"

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[ ] It's foggy.

He writes some notes down, before moving onto the next question.

"Have you had any thoughts of violence after this incident?"

[ ] Yes.

[ ] Dear God-man, no!

[ ] Only to the unjust, if they truly deserve it.

One more, he makes a notation, and then one final question.

"Was anything out of the ordinary when you had your incident?"

[ ] What?

[ ] A silhouette saved my life.

[ ] Press the panic button, this man is creeping you out.

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You may vote at your leisure.


Hugo Strange's arrival into this quest was something that I had decided upon before I began writing this update, and him being the one to analyze you only made sense. There will be more characters and other little easter eggs as we go along, but for now let's keep things simple, shall we?

I must also give credit for the final inspiration of this quest to @SeptimusMagisto for his White Night quest. That was truly the final push for me to make a quest following The Joker. As well as @Acyl 's User-Fiction following the Joker in a world without a Batman.