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Harliene 'Harlie' Alixandra Palindrome. That's my name, don't forget it. I'm just your average 16 year old high school student going for a PhD in Physiology. I just moved here with my family last week, and got to tour Arkham Asylum. There were rumors of a De aging experiment, but that was top secret and I totally didn't over hear anything. I also didn't hear any stories about inmates being abused, or there high escape rate, but enough about that.

Let's talk about my family. My mom is a teacher at Gotham University. She teaches advanced mathematics, and gets payed a fair salary. She had long curly red hair that she always has in a high bun. Her eyes are deep blue and nice, but always kept in a stern glare. Her skin is fair, and she has small features. My moms actually really pretty under her black and wight suit, and black heels. As for my dad. I don't really know a lot about him. He left when I was little, he drank a lot and he was in and out of jail a lot. I don't really care. I have my mom's looks but I show them. I keep my hair in pony tails, not a bun. I smile and my eyes are wide, not narrow like mom's. I were a red belly top and black skinny jeans. I also were these adorable knee high gold boots.

I live in a small down town apartment with a clear view of Wayne Manor. Wayne Manor is ancient, dating back hundreds of generations. My apartment was built mere years ago. It's small with two bed rooms, a living room, a kitchen dining room and a bathroom. It's beside and old run down storage warehouse. In my room was a small twin bed, a dark wooden desk and a dark dresser. The walls were painted cherry red, and the sheets were black. I was sitting on the bed going over the letter I received in my head.

'Dear Ms. Harliene Palindrome,

I am wrighting to inform you that you will no longer be attending Maromatin High. You will be going to Gotham High with all you're expences payed. I've been watching you. Your a smart girl Harlie, and I don't often ay that. You deserve to meet some of my freinds, to know what's going on. You will have a tour of the asylum when you arrive. Listen carfuly and say the right things to meet us. Try to meet us all. Try for Scarecrow. Doctor Crane that is. Enigma.'

I admired this Enigma's patients. Each letter was cut out individually from newspapers. I would never have the patients to do that. But that's when mom packed me up and moved us to Gotham because she had a new job opportunity that payed better.

It was hard to forget all the people I talked to when I visited the asylum. The first was a blond girl with wight skin, red lips, and bright blue eyes. Her features were large. Her name was Harleen Quinzell, or Harlie Quin. She was bubbly and obsessed with a 'Mistah J.' She was a smart girl, but her obsession was outshining her mind, and sanity. I felt bad for her. I remembered are talk well.

Her cell was small, painted with red and black diamonds. Her orange uniform was ill fitting. The guards had allowed me to talk to her thru the bars only.

"Hey, what's a kid like you doin' here?" She asked a bit sassy at first. She didn't seem to happy about the uniform or being in a cell for that matter.

"I'm visiting. Got nothing better to , I never thought I would meet anyone. Today is going to be quite interesting. A day like no other. Listening to people talk, and talking back. Engaging you in conversation. Talking to the inmates. Telling them about me. Exiling at school. Rotating jobs a bit. Finding out who you are. Recycling when I can. Oh boy that's a hard letter. Minding my words. Excelling at this a lot less now. Needing more ideas. I cant think of a sentience for the next one. Getting close to finishing. Mother of, what kind of a name is this? Answering you."I said getting odd looks from the guards and Harlie.

"I.G.O.T.A.L.E.T.T.E.R.F.R.O.M.E.N.I.G.M.A." I sighed, the guards were dense and ignored me.

"Oh. So your the one." Harlie said a bit lighter. "Mistah J said something about a new girl. Good luck finding what your looking for."

"Who's Mistah J?"

"My puddin."

I was pulled off after that. "So what's your interest in the inmates?" The first guard asked. I don't really remember them, just the blue cop cap they wore and the stun guns.

"I want to work here when i grow up, so I want to know who I'm dealing with." This got me brought to the next person. Jerome, or the Joker. He had wight skin, and his green hair. Hies green eyes and cut smile making him look mad. He seemed fine with being there.

"Oh, look is she a new friend?" He asked sarcastically smiling at me. "Whats your name little girl?"

"Harliene 'Harlie' Alixandra Palindrome." I said, he had a glass of some sort between us.

"Your new here aren't you. Are you the girl?" He asked, that's all I did with him. He was definitely mad. After a bit of careful wording I got myself to a more interesting inmate. He had nice brown hair, brown eyes and peach skin on the left side and a huge burn of the right. Harvie Dent, and Two Face. I talked to both personalitys.

"Hello, is there any thing your looking for?"

"Of course there is, there always is.'

"Yes an enigma." I said with a smile at there equal confusion.

"Eddy?"

" ?"

"The Riddler?"

"I got a letter from an enigma." I said, "He said I was smart, and that was rare for him."

The two started bickering about if they should help or not.

"Heads or tails!" I yelled pulling out a coin.

"The terror of Gotham! He'll help." Harvie said as I was pulled off.

"What are you playing at?"

"Nothing, I just want to know about the place I'm moving into. What is this terror?" Luckily the guards had changed to even dimmer ones. I was lead down a long hall to a cell with a metal door was opened and I was lead inside. In side was a not to old not to young man. He had thoughtful brown eyes, and prominent features. He aslo had neat brown hair.

"Yell if you kneed help." With that they left. I stuck my toung out at them, I wanted to be alone with him anyways. I knew who it was, the Terror of Gotham himself, the one name I knew from the letter. Doctor Johnathan Crane, aka the Scarecrow.

"Hello Child. What brings you to this hell hole?" He asked looking at me.

"A letter and a long day." I said with a sigh. "Ant four idiots."

Johnathan licked his lips in thought, he fixed his thin glasses. He seamed intrigued more than anything. "A letter, from who?"

"Well the letter simply said Enigma, but i was informed by Harvie and two face of three more names, sort of two." I smiled and sat down. "How did you score this cell? It's like an actual room." I looked around. The bed was soft and a double, there was a desk by the window and a toilet room. It was bigger than mine.

"Being on the list of C room patients. What were the three names child?"

" , Eddy, and Riddler." I said then I handed him the letter. He lightly bit the back of his pen as he read it.

"He really doesn't Child. I'm actually impressed. I wonder what he meant by this part. Try and get to me? It's almost like he wanted me to be the one you were after and not him. I wonder." Jonathan pulled something out of his desk. A black light. He hovered over the back.

"Found me. Now her is my clue for you. Arkham is a strange plaice with many secrets. Inmates that are not really insane, but are more so test subjects. Ask Johny about the door. Then follow my instructions. First is Johny's other self. Then Harlie in all her joy. Find the truth and find it fast. Enigma is who you are now, not me. Riddler is the name for me. On time or never again. over and over until the end. My trust is in you to save the day." Johny read and I sighed. "Wat is it?"

"Password. It's a letter based riddle. Other name of you was Scarecrow. So first is S. Second is Harlie in all her joy, A. S.A." I paused. "S.A.I.F.E.R.O.O.M."

Johnathan smiled brightly. It was a genuine smile too. "So, you kneed a costume?" He asked and I nodded.

Now I was sitting on my bed waiting. Johny had said he would send me my costume as soon as he could. But it had been a week. I was starting to get a bit nervous. He said it would be max a week.

"There is a package for you!" Mom yelled from the door. I ran over and grabbed it.