**THIS STORY DOES NOT TIE INTO MY SERIES AT ALL IT'S A LONG STORY BUT NOT IN THE SERIES**

Prologue

It's two completely different things to be "crazy" than be crazy.

"Crazy" defined Gotham, which was blossoming in the roaring '20s attention.

It was incredibly odd to go from a small town on the west coast, to a raging city like Gotham in such a glamorous era.

Expensive cars lined the streets of uptown, while downtown, the business of bootlegged liquor and hidden clubs boomed.

After my late husband, Samuel, died in the First World War, I decided to move closer with to my family. Who all conveniently lived in the same damned city.

I watched as Harold, my Chauffeur pulled up to the mansion on the outskirts of town, on the river.

The second my feet hit the sparkling white gravel, I heard a squeal of excitement.

My head snapped up and I saw Harleen running towards me, her heals not holding her back from sprinting.

"Ana!" She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me roughly, but I'd missed her so much I gladly accepted it. "What took you so long? I was worried sick." She pulls away and cups my cheeks in her hands. "How's my baby cousin?" She runs her fingers through my auburn hair.

"Fine as wine." I smile back.

"Oh, wonderful." She kisses my cheek. "Me and Lewis were just talking about you." She sighs.

"That explains why my nose was itching the entire ride here," I roll my eyes playfully.

"Oh, hush it now." Her husband, Lewis, appears and pulls me into his strong arms. "I believe the last time I saw you, you were only 17 and thought you knew everything." He teases me.

"I was a newly wedded woman," I shrug. "I did know everything at the time."

"Well I do hope you'll stay out of trouble while you're here, Anastasia." He says sternly yet kiddingly.

"I know how to do absolutely nothing but trouble." I inform him.

"Oh, stop all that nonsense. You're an accountant, now." Harleen smiles softly. "You know how to do damn near everything, now."

"Says the Doctor." I hit her arm as Lewis grabs my bags from the trunk. "How is that degree of yours anyhow?" I raise a brow and she smiles widely again.

"Just fine. Lewis said I wouldn't make it past a week in Arkham, but guess what I'm doing?" She sticks her tongue out at him.

"It's just very odd to see a woman practicing medicine in this day in age, Harleen. It's not that you can't do it, just that many people feel you shouldn't. Especially some of those patients. They're all wild and completely barbaric."

"They're the wild ones?" Her tone snaps sharply, and I can sense a change in her aura. She was hinting at something she hadn't told me.

Lewis's jaw clenches and he looks up at her.

"Not now, Harleen." He mumbles under his breath.

I ignore the little bicker between them and she puts an arm around my shoulders.

"I must introduce you to Katherine," she leads me to the door.

"Who?" I furrow my brows.

"My best friend of course." She shuts the door behind us and I have to catch my breath a moment.

The inside of the house is extravagant and beautiful down to the very last detail.

"This is incredible." I state breathlessly.

"Isn't it?" Lewis pipes.

"Lewis has a bit of a stock problem." She whispers to me. "And a gambling problem." She adds just as quietly and the phone rings and she leaves me side when Lewis answers the phone.

"And a cheating problem." The woman I assume is Katherine mutter to me after she appears, taking a sip of her martini.

She's a beautiful woman like Harleen.

Her hair is cut in a short bob, a sparkling dress falls from her lightly tanned skin as beads and diamonds decorate her neck, wrists, and fingers.

I glance at Harleen to see her and Lewis having a quiet argument in the corner.

How could anyone ever cheat on her? She was young, and absolutely flawless. Her hair was at her breasts in curls. Big, baby blue Iris's adorned her big eyes and full lips always seemed to seamlessly smile at anything and everything. Class hung to every fiber of her being, and pure fire boiled through her.

Any man would die to have a minute to speak to her, but she chose Lewis.

Brutish, built, and sinful in the most awful ways apparently.

I never liked him. He was scary, acting as though he were a friend but constantly proved to not be able to control himself if he got drunk. The man would fight a tree if it swayed the wrong way in the wind. And he was even worse sober, sometimes.

He was 32, Harley was freshly 25. They married when she was 20.

They finished their arguing and Harleen soon met me in the living room.

"Would you like me to show you your room?" She offers.

"Yes, please." I nod.

"Follow me."

My room is magnificent, like the rest of the house. A queen sized bed sits in the middle of the white and floral, windows to the outside on either side of it. A Chest of drawers was by the door and a couple dressers sat my the windows, a closet wasn't far from them. And there was a bathroom connected to the suite.

"I hope you like it." She states and I look at her.

"Oh, Harley, I love it." I reassure her.

"Good," she gives a firm nod.

"So, have you seen any real crazies yet?" I cross my arms and turn to face her.

"Not that many," she admits.

"You need to have patients like Cobblepot and Nigma," I explain and she giggles.

"I see my mother has kept you informed of all the criminals, new and old, in the city?" She digs around in one of the drawers and pulls out a cigarette and lights it, leaving the room to head down stairs and I follow.

"Oh, absolutely." I scoff. "No." I say pointedly. "You need to have patients like The Joker." She chokes suddenly, so startled she drops her cigarette.

"W–What?" She stutters.

"Impossible," Lewis speaks from the bookshelf in the corner of the living room. "The Joker is all a myth. The real man, is dead."

"Oh, nonsense." Katherine says hastily. "You just don't want him to be real because you lack imagination and excitement."

"No. I know he isn't real because there were plenty of papers covering Jack Napier's death in ACE and guess what, Katherine? It's scientifically impossible for someone to survive an accident like that." He spits back.

"Yes, and I'm sure there was once someone who said it was scientifically impossible for a woman to actually have a successful career but your wife is proving them wrong." She rolls her eyes. "Don't base anything off science. Miracles happen." She finishes.

"Not in Gotham." He replies gruffly.

"Let's not fight over this," Harleen tells them.

"I'm sorry for bringing it—"

"—Don't be silly." She shakes her head. "I just haven't heard him being mentioned in a while, is all."

I nod, thinking I understood.

But I didn't. Not entirely. I couldn't shakes the feeling that there was something else she wasn't telling me.

I felt as though she wanted to say "I hadn't heard from him in a while" instead of what she had said.

I furrowed my brows in deep thoughtful as she continued to walk around the living room, reading through some patient files as Katherine lounged on the couch and Lewis looked for another book to read.