Sitting on the plank of wood that they called a bed she listened to the screams, the inmates crys and began to realize that she had become an inmate herself. What had lead her here was running though her head over and over. She looked up towards the door, she was a shadow of who she had once been. Her long blonde locks were tattered mess, her body scarcely keeping the weight on and her urge for drugs to pump through her veins was stronger than ever. She closed her eyes, she wanted to forget what had happened earlier that day, the confused thoughts that were ever changing ran through her mind. She wasnt even sure if she believed what she was thinking or feeling, or if she'd wake up and it would all be a dream. She could hear the screaming from within the walls of Arkham Asylum. Pressing her hands against her ears she felt a tear that run down her face, she was scared and alone and she didnt know what was going on. All she remembered was waking up with Joshua dead, a knife in his back and blood every where – her parents – well they werent her parents, looked horrified and never wanted to see her again. Yet the angelic 'do gooder' Robert looked at ease. It went through her mind.

Today was a new day, a new story for Lacey because her world had changed immensely. Twenty four hours ago, Lacey would have being described as the hot mess that roamed the school gates with her forever dropping grades that no one gave a shit about because at school she was so loved. Her laid back drug dealer brother often in arm if not her 2 best friends Joshua and Kate.

But today had become a new story, that world no longer existed there was no more fancy partys to ditch and get high or essays to rush in recess. It was game over. Lacey was sat in prison accused of the murder of her best friend, yet she remembered nothing but she knew she was innocent.

Walking towards the doors the screams of the other imates began to get louder and Lacey cried trying to hold herself together wondering how her parents could let this happen to her?

She couldn't trust anyone and as she placed her back against the door she cried out screaming almost like the other in-mates her cries simply wouldn't be heard.

It had being a long night, and Laceys slender fingers lay against the door frame but for some reason the atmosphere had changed and no one was screaming for forgiveness but for release Lacey turned her reflection and she could now hear a loud siren and the guards running around attempting to shot who ever had gotten in put before she knew it her door was open like the rest of them she looked through the window the screams and crys of happiness filled the corridors she wanted to run but she was scared. She opened the door slowly and look a look out side as she pushed herself back in to avoid getting knocked over by the passing criminals. One man took out a guard leaving him on the floor and he ran into a locked entrance that soon barred him in, he kicked and yelled against the bars almost in tears. Lacey had to leave there was no way she would stay to become him. She walked towards the guard and the man looked at her roughly she almost wanted to cry so she took the guards gun, for herself and threw the grateful guy the keys he smiled and thanked her, she smiled back and began to run towards the exit. A little boy stood at the door with a clown mask on which freaked Lacey out she frowned trying to aviod him but he made his way over to her.

"Mam, are you Lacey Napier?"

His accent was young, but old and he seemed cheeky, she nodded and looked at him. How could anyone possibly know her? She sighed. The boy handed her an envelope.

"ive being told to give you this it belongs to you."

The boy ran off before Lacey could open her mouth and soon more cops seemed to arrive so Lacey rushed out after him opening the envelope as she ran , looking inside there was keys to a cheap little car that happened to be in Arkhams car park, a note, some cash and another key. She frowned pulling out the note as she read it to herself she pressed the car keys to make sure that it belonged to the car it did. Lacey couldn't drive but she'd had a few lessons so she knew the basics. She got in the car and read the note.

"welcome home Lacey Napier, dearest, ive missed you... it seems you landed on the wrong side of Gotham City so its a good job I was hear to bail you out. This key leads to a flat on crime street, 64, Lacey, 64... and remember. Dont get scared now.

Love me"