Hello one and all! Okay so Suicide Squad, one of my favorite movies of the year, first being Deadpool of course, but I loved Suicide Squad with all of my heart and soul. So I got the inspiration to write my very own Joker/OC fanfiction, cause Jared Leto is just, mhmm. Now don't get me wrong I love Harley Quin and Joker, no I'm not one of those people who define them as "goals" but I do love their craziness, it makes me happy. So yes Harley will be making appearances, but this is an OC story, so sorry if that displeases you, trust me I know that there is never enough Harley in this world. Any who on with the first chapter and I shall see you at the end.

Also special thanks to my lovely beta, she knows who she is.

Just How Much Insanity Is Enough?

"Okay Liz, I just bought him some more food and treats today, so if I'm not back before nine just go ahead and feed him. The spare key is taped beneath the wallpaper at the bottom of the door." Why do I still explain this every time I leave, she should know the drill by now. It's become a weekly routine for me to leave my boy behind when I go out on my late night escapades, scouring the city of Gotham in search of my next big steal. However if everything goes according to plan I shouldn't have to worry about going out for at least three months maybe even more, with how loaded this guy is he should have plenty to spare.

"I know, I know Scar...it surprises me sometimes you being a criminal and all that you care so much about a dog." Liz has been my neighbor ever since I moved to Gotham when I was nineteen, and a little bit of fear and money has kept her from going to the police for the past several years. I don't really consider her to be a friend, more of a means to an end, Phantom, my Northern Inuit, gets a friend while I'm out on the town and I can go out with peace of mind knowing that if something were to happen to me he would be taken care of, or at least he would be fed.

"Yes, I'm a criminal, yes I have a companion, and if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be getting a check Liz, which by the way you won't be getting if we keep up the chit chat, so I'm gonna head out. If anything happens to my dog, I will kill you in the most painful and excruciating way, no one will ever find you, yadda, yadda, yadda, you know the drill…" I slipped on my leather jacket while I headed for the stairs along with my gloves.

"I hear the same speech every week Scar."

"Yeah and it still remains true every single week." The slamming of the door signaled my exit and the end to the conversation. In all honesty I just wanted to get back home so I could binge watch season three of Hannibal, is it stereotypical to watch crime shows when you are a criminal yourself, I don't think so. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I made my way to my pride and joy, a 2013 Aprilia Tuono, it was a standard motorcycle but it was what I bought with my first major steal, so therefore it shall always remain my baby. I slipped my iPod out of my backpack and popped my earbuds in before putting on my helmet then I revved up my baby while A Little Piece of Heaven blasted in my ears.

I parked my bike about a half a mile away from the house, or more accurately mansion, when I had first saw his home I couldn't help but scoff at the size of the place.

"Compensating for something Mr Wayne?"

I had to laugh at my own ridiculous joke, I had been surveying the Wayne manor, hiding at the edge of dense forest for the past three weeks memorizing every inch of the outside and studying the latest in Wayne technology that he had installed, as if the playboy couldn't be anymore conceited he has to use his own technology. Taking my laptop out of my bag I quickly pulled up camera footage and the codes for disabling the security system, it would normally have taken me no more than three minutes but I had to be sure that everything was correct, one little mistake and everything would go to hell. Wayne tech was some of the hardest security to crack, I have only ever encountered it a couple of times but what can I say, I enjoy a bit of a challenge.

I have to hand it to Wayne, he has some of the most beautiful technology imaginable.

While looking at the footage I noticed that there was one man walking up the steps dressed in a button up shirt, vest, and dress pants, well obviously that's not Mr Wayne, in fact I didn't see the billionaire anywhere on the cameras, this could end up being easier than I thought. I quickly reminded myself that nothing ever good comes from being over-confident, obviously I wouldn't kill the old man, but that didn't mean that I could just leave him running about. Having decided that I would enter through the back door and go up the stairs into the master bedroom I shut down the security system and put my laptop away.

I slung my backpack over my shoulders and started towards my destination, the trip wasn't a pleasant one, but then again walks through the woods in the dark never are. Once I reached the edge of the woods I saw the lights on through the glass walls, wow someone must not care about privacy. Kneeling down on the ground I pulled my laptop out again just to make sure that all the security systems were off and that the guy wouldn't be any trouble. I saw him enter the kitchen and begin to fix something, I knew that I would at least have a few minutes depending on what he was fixing to get inside the house.

I made my way to the back door and quickly opened the door and stepped inside the house, damn this place is even bigger in person. I pulled out my phone and checked the security monitors once again, he was still in the kitchen, but in order to get upstairs I would have to cross directly in his line of sight. Knowing that I would have to get rid of him before I could do anything I waited until he was done. I leaned against the wall beside the opening of the kitchen, I made my move once he began walking towards me with a tray in his hand.

As soon as he crossed the threshold I grabbed his arm and swung him around and into the wall then kicked the back of his knee bringing him down. I slammed his head into the wall knocking him out cold, I checked his pulse which was steady, he would probably have a slight concussion along with a major bruise. I stepped over the body along with shattered china, glass and juice.

I ran up the stairs since I didn't have long before the guy would wake up again. Making my way into the master bedroom I saw the object of my desires sitting primly on the desk, open to the whole world. I turned the laptop on and quickly cracked the password protection, I then scanned for any traceable software that could lead him to me. Finding not one but three tracking applications it took me around four minutes to deactivate them all. Once I was done I shoved the laptop into my bag and made my way out of the house leaving the unconscious butler in the hallway.

Mission successful.

Granted stealing isn't the most ethical way to live but when you are good at what you do then why do anything else? I couldn't help but let out a yell of happiness at my success while I was speeding down the street, probably not the safest thing to do but it felt right.

You may be wondering, now Scar, why go to all that trouble for a meager, yet expensive laptop? Well there's blackmail, saved passwords, photos, files, and all things that could make me a very rich and happy young lady.

Once I got home I was attacked by Phantom and his mighty tongue. "Oh, why yes I missed you too boy," I contented myself with laying on the ground since he clearly did not want to get up even though he had stopped his assault.

"You know I was thinking that with the money that I'm gonna make we should go on a trip, maybe up to the mountains, we could rent a cabin, you could play in the snow, would you like that boy?" He simply cocked his head to the side with his ears perked up, I rubbed my hand through his thick fur and pushed him aside. I walked into the kitchen to get him a treat, while I was taking the top off of the cookie jar that held his dog treats he started to growl very loudly.

My body automatically went into defense mode knowing that he never growled unless someone posed a threat to himself or to me, I grabbed one of the knives from the knife block and turned around. Can you guess who was there? The Manbat, or Batman, or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself was standing in my living room dressed in his ridiculous outfit that nearly blended in with the dark apartment.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he then threw something that sliced the back of my hand that was holding the knife causing me to drop it. A split second of surprise was not something that I could afford in a fight against him, Phantom had jumped onto him after seeing me hurt and attempted to bite his arm but his teeth couldn't sink into skin. I grabbed my knife once more while he struggled with getting Phantom to release his arm, I ran to him and attempted to lash at him with the knife. He leaned back and grabbed my wrist in a tight hold while he threw Phantom towards the door away from us.

I could hear him let out a small yelp which made me even more determined to beat the living shit out of this bastard. Lifting my leg I landed a sharp kick to the center of his chest, if it were anyone else the blow would have won me the fight, yet it only budged him enough to push him over the couch. He landed on his knee on the other side, I swung myself over the couch and went to kick the side of his head but he caught my leg before I could deliver it. The sudden pause in my momentum caused me to fall back on the couch with my head hitting the armrest.

I'm not going to lie and say that the blow didn't hurt, because it did, it hurt like hell, but I shook it off and slashed at the wrist that held my leg. He was tough I would give him that, regardless if it was the fact that his armour lessened the contact of steel to skin or not he didn't even flinch. Since that didn't work I jerked my leg which caused my boot to come in contact with his nose, oh please let that have broken his nose, his body fell back onto my coffee table while his hand let go of my leg. I'll admit that his grunt of pain made me very happy, now I knew that I would have to aim for his face since that was the only part of his body that wasn't covered by his suit. I jumped off of the couch and onto his chest and raised my knife to stab him in his neck, but of course he grabbed my wrist before I could.

He twisted my wrist causing me to let out a short scream of pain along with dropping my knife, his face moved to avoid it as it fell and clattered to the table. I felt myself go airborne as he threw me over the couch and onto the floor, I quickly scrambled onto my feet and his arms wrapped around me from behind trapping my arms at my sides. He was leaning slightly backwards as I struggled and I heard growling, I could only assume that Phantom had grabbed a hold of his cape. I pushed myself off of the ground and towards his chest causing him to fall back with me still in his arms, I looked up and saw that Phantom was attempting to bite of the fake ear of his mask.

"That's not helping Phantom!" My voice was hoarse from the pressure that was being put on my chest but I refused to stop struggling. "Can't we work something out Batman? I'm pretty sure I've never stolen from you." I didn't receive a reply but I really wasn't expecting to.

He flipped us over and the last thing I saw was his ridiculous mask before my head was slammed into the ground.

When I finally joined the land of the living I was handcuffed to a lamp post outside of my apartment, I looked up and didn't see any sign of Batman, but what I did see was even worse than the pointy eared bastard. There was an animal control van and Phantom was struggling against the pole that they used, trying to get to me, he would have been barking if they didn't have a muzzle around his mouth but I could still hear his whimpers and it broke my heart.

I struggled against the handcuffs, "no, no you can't take him!" They didn't even pay attention to me, all they did was pick him up and throw him into a kennel in the back. When they slammed the door shut and drove off I screamed after the van, it hurt worse than any physical pain I had ever experienced, Phantom was my family, my best friend and they took him away while all I could do was sit there, as helpless as a child. Once the van was no longer in my line of sight I let my head fall, is that the last time I'll ever see him?

A few officers came up to me and one kicked the bottom of my boot to grab my attention, I looked up at them with a glare that would have made the grim reaper shit his pants. "You must be pretty important to be hand delivered by the Batman himself, he gave us specific instructions to send you straight to Blackgate."

I gave a small laugh, "you would honestly take directions from a grown man that runs around in a Halloween costume? What has the police force come to?" If they were going to send me to Blackgate however I would give it at least a month before I have a plan to escape.

He nodded at the officer that was standing next to him and told him to take me to the car. The man went behind me and grabbed my arm to lift me from the ground, once he uncuffed my hand he unwrapped the chain from around the pole and quickly snapped it back around my wrist.

Now I consider myself to be an opportunist, and it just so happens that an opportunity had presented itself to me. I knew that I wouldn't escape by doing this frankly I wasn't trying to, there were too many people, but I figured what the hell, I'm going to prison anyway, and all because Batman said so. What is he God over the police force?

I was now standing straight in front of the officer the was first talking to me, without any indication I lifted my leg and landed a swift kick to his jaw causing him to fall back against the hood of a car, then quickly turned and kneed the officer behind me. I then jumped while swinging my arms beneath my feet making my cuffed hands once again usable as they were now in front of me. I punched the officer that was bent over in the side of his head with my closed fists causing him to fall to the ground.

I turned back around to deal with the other officer but was met with the end of the gun instead, I held up my hands in a gesture of surrender. "Truce?" All I got was a scowl, hey serves them right for taking away my dog.

"Make sure she gets in the car Vince," he lowered the gun and walked to some of the other officers that just witnessed him get his ass handed to him all the while rubbing his jaw. I also saw Liz amongst the crowd of people that he was heading towards, she looked at me with a smirk that said "payback bitch", I wasn't going to fool myself into believing that she wouldn't say anything to the police, I no longer had the element of fear hanging over her head. The officer or more accurately Vince grabbed the wrist that Batman had twisted earlier causing me to scrunch up my face in pain.

Officer Asshole just smirked at my grimace, hey I fought the Batman and got in a few good punches, what the hell have you ever done with your life sir? The other guy came back as I was being led to the cop car, "change of plans Vince, we are gonna have to send Miss Scarlett here over to Arkham."

Wait, what!

Let's just say that being admitted into a place built for the criminally insane is not a pleasant experience. First I was strapped into what I presume is a modification of a medieval torture device that made me completely immobile, then I was poked and prodded for blood and DNA samples. Testing to see if I had any strange diseases or mutations. On top of that they took my leather jacket, I really loved that jacket, but at least orange didn't look too horrendous on me, I take that back actually, I don't think orange could look good on anyone.

I was told that I would have my first therapy session with somebody named Dr. Quinzel tomorrow, but before I was led to my holding cell I was required to take a shower to wash all the dirt and makeup off of myself, so they could get an accurate picture of my face. Personally I feel like it's an excuse for the guards to ogle the prisoners, maybe I should write a strongly worded letter. Being put in Arkham put a bit of a damper on my initial plans of escape, I don't think anyone has ever escaped before, or at least none that I have ever heard of, guess I should try and be the first.

After a ridiculously cold shower I was escorted to my cell, some of the inmates cat called, some huddled in a corner, while a few could be found licking the bars of their cell. It was not a pretty sight, I'll admit that one inmate made me jump when he rattled his cell door and yelled some very vulgar things that I would prefer not to repeat.

I was put in my cell none too gently and let's just say that I would have a bruised knee in the morning, bastards. To be honest I hadn't thought that I would ever find myself in jail, I was the best at my job and I had never left a trail. How the hell did Batman find me, I sure as hell never entered a place that had guano hanging from the ceiling.

"Ha ha ha, tell me doll just how much insanity could there be inside that tiny body?"

Well, well, well Scarlett is going to have some interesting times in Arkham. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, please follow, leave a review, and depending on feedback I will try to post every week or every other week, it depends on school and the response to the story. I really hope you guys like Scar I love writing her and trust me there are going to be some amazing things coming up, so I really hope you guys stick around for it.

P.S A Little Piece of Heaven, is by Avenged Sevenfold who are amazing, one of my favorite bands, and it is an amazing song.

Lastly I don't own DC Comics, or anything of relation (wish I did though) I only own my OC's whom I love dearly.

Until next time lovely readers.