This was the sort of hospital Joker hated. It pretended to be something it wasn't, like a personification of society as a whole in one little building. (Not a personification. He was too busy looking to think of the right word.)

The rooms were so spartan. It was irritating beyond belief and he was as relieved as a man like him could be when he finally found Samara's room. Keys would be nice, but first...

"Hello, sweetie!" he crooned, leaning to look in the room, "Are we still crazy?" A laugh, "A joke. Neither of us are crazy." He started trying some keys, but he was getting bored of that fast.