AN:) Okay I don't own any of the characters in this story and make no money off of it. Now.. On to the main event. Rated T for mature themes and char death.

Your Greatest Gift to Me:

Chapter 1: Cartwheels

She sacrificed the most important thing in the world to her for me tonight. It was the symbol of everything she struggled for, and even though she would have killed for it and many other things (I know I've seen her!) I am pretty sure that this was one of the few things she might have died to protect. Hell, she spared Bats to keep the stupid thing safe and he's the Goddamned Batman for Christ's sake! Despite everything, it's life was considered a fair price for mine.

My mind was doing cartwheels faster than even my limber joints ever could. I was quiet, lost in thought the whole trip back to the asylum and it worried the guards. They were used to bubbly. They were used to boisterous. They were used to immature, temper-tantrum throwing. Hell they were used to deranged threats and fan-girl groupie worship. What they were never used to from me, was brooding. Not when the subject of my love was physically safe at least. Even though I gave no struggle or trouble while they took me to my 'room' I have never seen them so timid around me, and they have seen me come in covered in several someones' blood before.

Sleep refused to come. I felt too wound up, like I wasn't grounded right to properly sleep. My busy mind distracted itself a moment by picturing a two pronged socket on the pillow and a three pronged plug in my head. I forced a snicker and a tight lipped smile determined to improve my mood through humor by sheer willpower. It was a failed attempt, like many things in my life I just wasn't good enough. Instead I simply stalked my cell like an angry tiger. No... angry wasn't right. I was… hungry? Yes hungry fit my mood. My mind lacked an answer that made sense to me. My question lacked sustenance and demanded to be satiated.

I paced my cell before I noticed one of the few pictures I have taped to my wall that differed from the usual person that was plastered on my three walls. (It was four walls until they threatened my leisure activities if I didn't stop covering the glass, observation wall. The BASTARDS, what was so wrong with being surrounded by the most handsome face in the world?) I took it off the wall and studied it. There we were, one of the few times we escaped together. We stole one of the guards phone and it had a camera and we decided to take a picture the second we got off the island. Actually it was my idea, but Red was nice enough to go along with it. The selfie was a picture of me, Red and her rose bush. The words 'Momma, Baby and Aunty-Harley' were written in marker across the print out.

I stared at the 'family photo' of the two (three?) of us. My smile so big it compensated for the demurred 'I'm only doing this for you.' Smile Pammy was sporting. My eyes fell to the rose bush and felt a pain in my chest. Don't get me wrong. I thought the plant was pretty and smelled nice, but I know it was just a stupid plant. I also know what the silly thing meant to Red.

My eyes closed, and the smell of acid, smoke and the sound of manic laughter and the wail heartache assaulted me all at once as my frantic mind tried to sort the memories into a coherent memory…