"Hey, toots, fancy meetin' you here!" I heard the familiar voice of my fellow Gotham criminal. I looked up and saw the green hair and red lips.

"J, what do you want? More importantly why are you out of your cell?" I asked him.

"Now the inmates are running the asylum, Foxy. Join the party. HAAARLEY Unlock cell 6741 pleaaaase!"

"Sure thing Mr. J!" I heard Harley reply over the intercom.

2 days before

"C'mon Ms. Carter," I said easing the old woman off the noose. "Everything will be okay, Just walk toward me." And she did. Clarice Carter was dead. And I had her cash, credit cards and everything. As soon as I made sure she was gone, I took the rope off her neck and lassoed the chandelier. I swung out the window, where Batman was waiting.

"Silver, this is your last chance to surrender." The Batman said sternly, holding my shoulders.

"Sorry Bats. I'd rather rot in Arkham than give up this life."

He changed his voice, "Sylvia, It doesn't have to be this way. You could join me. You're better than this."

"Bruce. Just cuff me already. Nothing's change. Nothing will change." He pulled out some handcuffs and I held my wrists out. Back to Arkham I went. I never understood what harm I did. The occasional bank heist here, a dead guy there. It was all in good fun. Fun that got me sent to Arkham.

Present Day

"So what do you have in mind this time?" I asked as we walked down the corridor to an elevator.

"Let's just say Batsy's in for a surprise." He stopped at a locker. I noticed my long silver boots, and black domino mask. I put my curly hair into pigtails, put on my grey and blue corset, and my blue and black mini-skirt. Then I put on my knee-high boots and mask.

"Like new," I muttered, "So how's Harley?"

"Damn good in bed. And an even better pawn." I giggled. As ditsy as Harley was, she had to be "damn good in bed," to make it through college.

"She's so dumb. In all honesty, I'm surprised you were the first one to get to her."

"She's still new. Remember how you were when you were new."

"That's no excuse J. It was a stupid mistake. I learned from it. Harley doesn't know how to learn. She doesn't even deserve super-criminal status." I said acidly. Harley Quinn was the only thing that annoyed me.

"HAARLEY! ELEVATOR ON THE SAME FLOOR." Joker screamed, blatantly ignoring my venomous rant.

"I know J. I know." She replied over the intercom.

"Seriously why don't you waste your time on someone smarter?" I asked.

"Because the smarter they are, the harder they are to manipulate."

"What if the smart one didn't want manipulating?" I asked, stepping into the elevator.

"Then that smart one's in over her head and is flirting with the wrong psychopath. Sweetie I think the Scarecrow has openings." I heard Harley scream jealously over the intercom.

"Harley, leave the nice girl alone. It's not like she's any completion." Joker stated as I rolled my eyes, "Now Foxy, this is our stop." I wasn't looking forward to seeing Brucey again. But Hey, it's better than being locked in a cell.