Roxy's POV

I am the younger sister of twins. You see, these twins, they protect me but... Well, they're a little crazy. My sister, Polly, she was studying to be a psychiatrist. When she started working at Arkham Asylum, I knew things would go wrong. When she told me about her sessions with one, Jonathan Crane, I knew it was only a matter of time. My sister, Penny, she was always a little crazy in the head. We had to hide her from the police and the outside world because she would have gone to Arkham in a heartbeat. One night, she got out and killed at least 20 civilians. The Batman caught her and she was sent to Arkham. My other sister, Polly, she was admitted when she had an evaluation done on her after being Crane's psychiatrist for a year.

That all happened when I was about 24. I had been enrolled in the police academy, I wanted to become a detective but I knew that I had to work my way up. I graduated the academy not long after my sister's went crazy and I was put into the Gotham City Police Department. I was partnered with Robin John Blake... Or John Blake. He hated his first name but there was something else that I saw in him. I was falling for him and I didn't know what I could possibly do to not fall.

I lived in the same apartment complex as him so getting to and from work wasn't really hard. Sometimes we would crash at my place since it was closer than his. I didn't mind though but today was my day off so I was going to see my sisters. I walked into Arkham and the people at reception stared at me with pity, but I didn't care. They always did that. I saw Polly and Penny sitting at a table with two other men. One I recognized as Jonathan Crane and the other was the Joker. Penny seemed to be having a silent conversation with him. They were both pretty heavily drugged so I didn't pay much attention to them. I walked over to Polly and Jonathan, who seemed to be pretty close to my sister. Polly saw me first but didn't react. They were all pretty drugged so I really only had one sided conversations from them.

"Hi, Penny, Polly," they looked up after I said their names, but they went back to what they were doing.

"So, I thought you'd like to know that I've been graduated from the police academy for almost a year. I have a great partner, too. He's extremely nice," I told them. Polly nodded her head but Penny just rolled her eyes.

"I wish you guys could meet him. He's something else, someone who believes in things that... Shouldn't be real. You know, he knows just about everything about you, Crane. And you, too, Joker." The two males didn't even react to what I said.

"I'd give you his name, but I couldn't trust you with that type of sensitive information." I laughed at my own joke.

"How are you guys doing here? Is the food as terrible as it smells," I said and wrinkled my nose. The inhabitants of the table didn't even move.

"Okay, well, I have to go. I've got somewhere to be," I said after looking at the clock. As I was about to get up, I felt two hands cover my own. I looked and saw that Penny had grabbed one hand and Polly grabbed the other. They squeezed.

I almost cried but held in my tears. "I love you guys, too." I left after that, I didn't want anyone to see me cry.

I made it home in record time and as I closed the door, I felt like someone was watching me. I opened the cabinet of the television stand by the door. I grabbed my gun and as I turned around I held it up, only to find John standing with his hands up in the air.

"Whoa, little Missy. Easy there," he said.

"Robin John Blake! Haven't I told you never sneak up on me?" I stared at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes. Yes you have, but I thought you deserved some dinner after seeing your sisters," he said and smirked at me before stepping out of my way so I could see he had set up the table with what looked like something he made himself.

"Am gonna die if I eat any of that?" I asked but smiled at him. I put my gun away and went to sit at the table.

"Hey! That's not very nice, my food isn't a hazard to human health. Yours on the other hand..." he trailed off. I smacked him in the chest.

"It was one time!"

"You burned water! In the microwave, that's not one time. That's just unacceptable," he said as he pulled out a chair for me.

"Oh, shut up." We laughed and ate and talked about everything and nothing. As he was washing everything and I dried everything, I told him about what happened at Arkham.

"John... My sister's, well, they weren't any different than usual. I mean, I had a one sided conversation with myself but... When I was about to leave, they grabbed my hands. And they squeezed them, just like they used to when we were younger. It was like... They were trying to tell me they were still there. Inside their mind, they heard me," I said but I had stopped drying the dishes. John stopped washing them. He dried his hands on a towel and came over to me. He took the towel from my hands and set it on the counter. He grabbed my hands and I looked down at them but he tilted my head up to look at him.

"It's okay to cry, Rox," he said. I felt a few stray tears run down my cheeks and then the waterworks started. John pulled me in for a hug and held onto him for dear life. He was the only one who tried to understand. I just didn't know that when the anniversary of Havey Dent's death came up, something bad or terrible would happen.