A/N. Hello wonderful readers and fans! Thanks soo much for all your support and awesomeness. I'm wrapping up the third story in my chance trilogy. I recommend you guys read isolation. So that that way you would know why (spoilers :) the mad hatter kidnaps chance (i think I made him creepier then predicted) also a certain doctor elliot will make a hilarious and brief cameo. And if your wondering what any of this has to do with Michelle as a hostage...I won't ruin the ending of the second and the plot of the third. If you guys have any suggestions for funny moments you'd like to see, message me. I also need any suggestions for nightmares she might have, I already put in one of my own. I think number three is a little more jumbled yet organized feeling, which I'm going for in that one. Also let me know about any characters you guys would like to see. And don't say riddler, he's covered. So bye and happy 20 years batman tas and Harley Quinn :) !

Michelle struggled against the strait jacket that restrained her.

Why couldn't they leave me in arkham to rot? Who is this guy and why the hell does he want ME?! I'm useless. I've been locked up for three years. Granted dr arkham only kept me there so I couldn't tell anyone that they accidentally admitted a rational and sane victim. But NO! They seriously needed to suck up their pride and admit that they screwed up. It's almost funny. My original diagnosis was delusional because I told everyone that my dr, dr crane, was in fact the twisted guy who tried to kill me. Even after his misdeeds were discovered, nobody let me out. They just isolated me. And what kind of gym did this freak go to?!

As Bane pulled her to the old courthouse, Michelle stared at him in confusion.

"Um, what do you want with me?"

Bane glanced down at Michelle and returned his gaze to the courthouse.

"I don't want anything to do with you. You are simply a condition for a deal."

She gulps as they get close to the front doors.

"What kind of deal?"

Bane doesn't reply as he pulls open the door and helps Michelle to her feet. She glances into the courthouse.

"Exile it is! Next!"

Bane walks behind her as he leads Michelle into the 'courtroom'. Once they reach the middle of the room and she gets a good look at who the 'judge' is, she feels the blood drain from her face.

"Oh crap." she whispers to herself.

The scarecrow looks down at Michelle and Bane.

"What is this?" chills went down her spine.

Great, he's actually amused.

Bane releases his grip on Michelle and pushes her forward. She winces as she lands hard on her knees.

I feel like a sad puppy.

She can't help but get wide eyed as she watches the two talk.

"Your payment. I found her, right where you said she would be. Sitting in her cell at an empty Arkham asylum. Reading a book."

Michelle gulps and sinks lower to the floor. It doesn't ease her terror as crane smiles at her.

"Michelle?" she looks to the floor and nods sadly.

"Thank you. I've been wondering about this one."

"It's because of YOU that I've been locked up like some kind of nutjob! I haven't been alowed any contact with anyone for years! All because of you and your sick experiments!"

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Actually, I believe you can thank dr arkham for your isolation...that had to be terrifying. What with your fear of being alone and all."

Michelle straightens up and scowls at crane as she fumes with anger.

"You crazy, evil, son of a..."

She is interrupted by Banes hand clamping over her mouth. Crane turns around.

"Why don't you show my new houseguest where she'll be staying? And get her some appropriate attire while your at it."

Michelle frowns as she looks at her white cotton dress under her jacket. Bane releases his grip and pulls her to her feet as a blonde girl comes out from behind the stand and guides Michelle out of the courtroom. They go thru a few winding hallways before coming to an office that had been converted into a large living room. Harley turns Michelle to face her.

"If I undo your jacket, will you cooperate? The guards out front are trained to shoot any girl that comes out of the building."

Michelle nods and Harley gets to work on undoing the strait jacket.

"So, your Harley Quinn now, I heard what happened after I was transferred to crane. Where's the joker? And why are you here? Why can't you leave?"

Harley releases a lock.

"First question, mr j was in arkham when this hit the fan. I had been out for a week. So he decided to just go to metropolis to wait this mess out. Second, I know that I'm strong but without mr j or red, I'm no match if a few gangs team up on me. And in case you haven't noticed, there aren't many girls here. I'm sure their all hiding out somewhere but I heard red tell me she was going to sneak them out. That was three weeks ago. So seeing that I was guy bait, I decided to get some protection. Dr crane let me stay here since we used to know each other, but I can't leave. All I do is boring chores, red would have a fit about equal rights and junk if she knew. I do that and stay here, and I get to live. Third, I can't leave because apparently dr crane doesn't want his 'home' to gather dirt and grime like the rest of the city. So he's not about to let his maid leave."

Michelle relaxed as Harley slipped the jacket off.

"If your gonna die in a few months anyway, what've you got to lose?"

Harley stepped in front of her. "Because if I've only got a few months, I'd much rather hope that mr j gets me out of this grimy hell hole that has become Gotham than off myself. I mean, what would he say at my funeral?! He'd be so disappointed in me."

Harley takes her hand and leads her up a staircase. They go down a hallway and stop at a door.

"Your room. He thought you got killed but just in case..."

Harley opens the door to a large bedroom. Michelle follows her inside and sits on the end of the bed. She watches as Harley walks over to a closet and begins to look thru a pile of clothes. Michelle feels nauseous as a thought pops in her mind.

"Um Harley, what does dr crane want to do to me?"

Harley returns with a short blue dress and sits down next to her.

"Well, he won't kill you since it took him so long to find you, and I'm sure he doesn't want to experiment on you anymore since he talks about you so much. So much its almost like he wants to make you into..."

Michelle turns to Harley who has gotten wide eyed.

"What? Make me into what?!"

Harley shakes her head and a smile returns to her face.

"Relax. I'm probably wrong. Do you like blue?"

Harley hands Michelle the dress and she stands up.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Harley gets up. "Across the hall. Right next to Johnnys room."

Michelle surpresses a chill as she walks to the bathroom and gets changed.

"Um Harley, turn me into what?"

Harley walks over and leans against the wall next to the bathroom door.

"It doesn't matter but...think about it. He's practically obsessed with how you managed to survive and it's like he's crushing on you. But you didnt hear that from me. I'm probably wrong. After all, I haven't been able to stop thinking about mr j since everything went down. And you know it's bad if I just said, went down. Don't worry about Johnny, he's a good guy."

Michelle admired the dress in the mirror and frowned.

This isn't fair! I'm locked away, cut off from the outside world for three years, and I'm stuck with the pyscho who put me there?!