The hallways of Arkham weaved in and out, down to the deepest layer of the asylum. A secret wing of the facility, called R.E.D, was were the doctors stored the most critically insane or violent inmates. The cells were separated from each other as every room contained nothing but white padded walls. They were sound and escape proof, for only a few elite people had clearance to enter the facility. The patients rooms could be opened for their doctor and the Batman. No one else. Unlike the bright orange jumpsuits given to inmates, these broken brain criminals were given stiff white straight jackets. In the last cell of the hallway, a therapy session was going on. No progress has been made with the special patient in the past 6 months. Mentally, Patient 51497131 had shut down to the world, becoming irrational and confusing to those around her. Patient number 51497131 was one of the most stubborn, and youngest inmates the doctors had to work with.

"It says here you have been in Arkham for 6 months, yet failed to make any progress, may I ask why?"

"Isn't progress the incorrect term on your part Doc? I mean we're all progressing in someway or another, it's a matter of science. In fact, my mind is open enough to progress in such an incompetent cell, while yours is not. Always being told what to do weakens the mind. I can think freely, plan, while yours is clustered with stuff you have to work on or complete, either way we all must be progressing. Both of us would be dead if we weren't progressing in any type of way."

The Doctor sighed in annoyance, "You know what I mean Miss Enigma."

"Enigma, no miss. Don't treat me like I'm some creature and then try to add humanity to my name by including a proper 'Miss'." She scoffed.

"Have you taken your meds today?"

"Why? So you can keep me in a loopy state? So I become the stereotypical image people imagine when you say psych ward inmate, out of it and staring blankly at a wall?" She glared back at the doctor before rolling her eyes. "Pardon, but I seemed to have dropped my pills in my restrainment suit so unless you are willing to release me, I can not take my pills."

"Now Nygma, do not give-"

"It's Enigma, with an E dammit. 6 months and none of you can even get my name correct?"

"Sorry, Enigma..." The doctor scribbled something down on his notepad, he began reviewing her official file.

Patient 51497131: Enigma

Alias: N/A

Parentage: The Riddler (Supposive)

Approx Age: 15/16 ?

Eyes: Green Hair: Dark Strawberry Blonde

Diagnosis:

PPD (Paranoid personality disorder)

Schizophrenia

Dependent Personality Disorder

Doctors Notes:

*Refuses to speak about Childhood

*Skilled trickery in the aspect of the mind, highly intelligent

*Do not let her deceive you by playing innocent child card

*Refuses to believe in the major Daddy Issues she has .

After all the information was the name of each of the doctors and the date they evaluated her. What surprised the doctor was the date of her first evaluation. A black and white blurred photo showed what she looked like as a child, hardly 6 or 7 at the time in his opinion. Another aspect of her file stood out to the Doctor as usual. Her whole life she had only 2 doctors who rotated, but within the past half a year...

"Enigma, Do you find it strange I am your 12th doctor in half a year. Everyone else refuses to work with you for your 'stubbornness, word twisting and inability to listen and answer questions'."

"I am answering their questions, it's not my fault they can't understand an answer when they see one."

The doctor looked unsettled, he tapped his pen rapidly against his clipboard in thought. The sound was starting to get on Enigma's nerves. He finally concluded a way he could respond to the girl, "Did you know your name is on the list for execution?" He obtained no response from Enigma as she just stared back at him. "It is the only thing Arkham knows how to do with patients who are 'unhelpable'."

Enigma knew by the pause in the doctor's voice, it had to be a scare tactic. She would not believe such a thing. For that reason her voice was cocky in its reply, "If that was true the Joker and a lot of us 'criminals' would be dead. You have no authority to take a life, you live by morals, making you weak."

"You're not scared of death?" He looked a little startled.

"I've killed people before, haven't I?" She answered vaguely.

"Not my question." The doctor thought he might have caught something the others did not. He decided to test his hypothesis. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Wishes are hopeless in society, therefore I have no wishes."

His patient avoided the question. He sighed, "I fail to believe that's true"

"Believe what your simple mind may but I know the truth."

"and what truth is that?" The doctor paused, moving closer to the restrained young girl, "What do you know?" She went silent, looking away from him. Her mind drifted away, which had been noted to happen from time to time in evaluations. After a few seconds, her eyes gazed back over to the doctor. He attempted to be kind with the young teen, relaxing his tone of voice. "Enigma, please answer my question...I'm trying to help you."

"YOU'RE TRYING TO SPY ON ME!" She screamed, a tinge of hurt extending from her voice.

"Me?" The doctor tensed up, maybe he misheard her. "Who do you feel is trying to spy on you?"

The young girl paused, she felt this to be a trick question. Her teeth bit down on her lip before the doctor felt a wad of spit on his face."Who do you think dumb ass?! The same person who put me in here!"

The doctor was not following, "Your father?" Her eyes widen with rage and the doctor knew right then and there he had made a huge mistake.

"No-" She snarled, "-you incompetent ninny brain, your boss."

"M-my boss?" The doctor looked startled, backing away from the girl.

"The Batman!" She tried to stand up, "You know the man Mr. Arkham gives our reports to in here?! First he took my father, now he's locked me up as if I was insane myself. Do none of you realize he's trying to keep me locked up in here because I know his secret! I KNOW WHAT HE DID!" Enigma growled, becoming irrational in the doctor's eyes.

"You're blaming the Batman on this?" He questioned the girl, secretly clicking the button on his clipboard for help.

What he did not plan for was Enigma's observation skills. Six months, and twelve doctors could teach a girl a lot. With every doctor she tested Arkham's protocol a little more, than in her time in solitary confinement replayed what she learned in her head, over and over again until she applied it to her plan for escape. 13th was the number. She had everything figured out from the chemical compound in the pills she 'misplaced' and the time it took for the guards to come here. 13. 13 times to figure how to slip her pills down her straight jacket. The morning pills happen to get stuck in the binds of her straight jacket. There acid like composure was perfect because once her saliva hit it, the pills started to erode the material near the main lock. It burned her skin a little, but nothing serious. Her evening pills that disappeared, went down her restrainment suit like she told the doctor. The pills rested up her sleeves. 13 times to figure how every time the guards sensed a patient "irrational" they would only respond by giving them a sleeping agent in the form of a needle. Enigma had more than enough time in 6 months to plan an escape.

"He brought me in, didn't he?" Enigma spoke, staring back at her doctor.

"Yes but for the crimes of-"The doctor backed away to the door, as two guards stormed into her room with a light blue needle. Enigma jerked down as the needle came close to her neck, tearing the partial eroded bind. She used that rip to help herself move slightly, using her momentum along with other laws of physics to get the needle stuck in one of the two guards coming at her. Enigma determined now was the time. Her legs kicked up and wrapped around the second guard's head, placing him in a choke hold. Once he was down, Enigma used her legs to kick up his knife, meant for security purposes. It sliced the side of her neck, for her arms were still incapable of catching it. Enigma winced in pain before grabbing it with her teeth, and cutting herself free of her straight jacket. The young genius grinned, racing out the door. The Doctor had vanished, not good. She kept the knife in hand as she slowly made her way down the hallway.

Her wish to find that imbecile of a Doctor came true as soon as she turned the corner. Enigma was face to face with the doctor stood and squad of men, who held guns. Her hand quickly slid the knife inside the sleeve of her broken straight jacket. Her quick work made sure they had not seen she was armed. The amusing thing was when her doctor stepped forward to try and reason with her, "Enigma, you must calm down. You are not thinking clearly.." He spoke, as if he was concern for her well being. She wanted to laugh when he told her she was not in her right mind. Was he actually serious? Enigma knew better than to buy into that crap. Her acting skills made her appear shaken up, scared as her eyes looked around at all the guns the men had. Enigma knew she would have to play him, which was wise for she was out numbered.

"R-Riddle me this..." She muttered quietly under her breath, the doctor moved closer to her before she stepped back. "How do you define power?" Enigma knew the Doctor would find the riddle to be her 'coping mechanism' with defeat. Well, that is what dumbass Doctor number four tried to explain to her.

The doctor found it best to play like he did not know, wanting to hear how the young girl would answer it in hopes it would give him better insight to help her. "I am afraid, I do not know.."

His hand gently took his patient's as she looked up at the doctor. She rattled off her definition of it with ease, "Power is specifically inclusive to the measurement of Watts, however, in a psychological inference one might confuse power with strength. Let me point out to you power is not strength but more so lack of weakness." She pulled away her hand, acting terrified. The doctor saw this as Enigma coming to a realization of how bad of situation she was in, so he played along. He kept the guards from shooting from her, signaling it was okay. Three lingered behind as he started to walk Enigma back to her cell. "No, you would not understand..." She turned sharply to the doctor. "Consider how you see myself as weak. I'm much smaller than all the inmates here, yet why haven't I died?"

The doctor tried to comfort her, "The security here at Arkham is the finest towards our-"

"Ha" Enigma chuckled, cracking a smile as if what he said was a joke to her. She shook her head no, causing her fraid pigtails at each end to bounced up and down. Enigma stared back into the doctor's eyes, grinning. Her emerald eyes, once bright and filled with curiosity, now looked dead and soulless. "Riddle me this Doc, A man enters the courtyard, presuming he's in charge because he is the strongest. Those with egotistic manner would challenge them if they were also stupid. Ego and pride only gets in the way when one is stupid enough to express it. Expression causes suffering, however, letting someone believe they have authority over someone is the exact fragment of power that I'm speaking of. Let's see if you have learned, who has the most power in this situation, me or you? Keeping in mind you have the ability to let me go free." Her voice sounded more challenging than innocent.

"M-yself?"

"You don't sound so sure of yourself Doc."

She had stopped moving towards the cell. The halt had made the doctor on edge. A bad feeling came over him as he repeated firmly, "Myself."

"Why?"

"I'm older, have a doctorate and power over you in this facility."

"You're a fool!" Enigma scoffed, twitching backwards a bit. She was trying to give him a way out, but no. The doctor was too foolish, too blind to live. "You think you can control me!"

"N-No?"

She took a deep breath before sighing. He was too stupid. Jason would have understood her, he would have hit the doctor and told him to shut the hell up. Her eyes were closed as she thought of this. The doctor was weak to think he was in charge, the smartest knew the ones who had power rarely showed it. In this case E would do such that. She started to cry softly as if something had snapped in her. "Y-You can control me..." Her voice repeated in a quiet manner, her lips trembling with each word. She looked up to see the doctor face to face with her. The male looked concern at the shattered teen. He placed a hand against her shoulder, a silent understanding came between the two of them that she would answer his questions in a obedient manner from now on, or so he thought. He called off the two guards, knowing he could handle the child. Once Enigma saw them turn the corner, she slipped the knife out of her sleeve. "-in your dreams.." She threw him against the opposing wall. Enigma quickly sprinted at him, before used his head as a boost to throwing herself up to the ceiling beams.

Enigma used the panels and beams on the ceiling to make her way into the guards and doctors locker room without being detected by any cameras. She came out, with tinted glasses replacing her green mask and was now armed . Enigma made her way calmly to the control room. Enigma paused for a second, catching a disruption in the pattern. All of Arkham's security were from the same camera brand, not this video camera. Her realization made her smirk, as she took off her glasses in front of one camera. "Hi Bruce, I will be seeing you soon for your sins." She shot the camera, breaking it as she put her glasses back on.

An evil grin came across her face as Enigma tossed the gun, beside her. The alarms wailed off, sirens of Arkham signaling an escaped prisoner. No doubt her doctor had woken up by now. Nonetheless, Enigma was not scared. She could not leave Arkham just yet, besides breaking the bat-camera she wanted to leave Bruce a gift. Four dead doctors later Enigma was happy. They were bloody, torn up from her knife work but nothing in comparison with what she had seen. The memory which replayed itself constantly in her mind. Four Bodies, stolen from the control room at Arkham. Four bodies was the perfect number to spell the letter E and use their blood to finish her name.

"EVERYONE OUT!" Enigma yelled in the P.A, hitting the release button. Every criminal, loonie, and psychopath at Arkham became free from their cells. A perfect distraction. With the guards occupied, Enigma headed straight for the laundry area in Arkham. Moving through the ceiling panels because that was the fastest and easiest way for her to move around undetected. She dropped down at the end of the hallway, near the laundry shoot. Her thin and frail size would be plenty for her to fit through it.

"FREEZE!" The familiar voice yelled from behind her, Enigma knew it was that damn Doctor. His head was a bloody mess, and he looked shaken as he held a taser out in front of her. "Calling all back up, I need back up, I found her." The lines were chaotic because so many criminals were breaking out at once, no response came for the doctor.

"Awe that's cute, but Doc you're not gonna tase me." Enigma laughed, placing her hands in the air. One hand still had a firm hold on the knife.

"And why is that?"

"Because I brought a knife."

"Huh?" The doctor spoken in utter confusion. He charged the taser, and was not going to risk it by not tasering her the moment it was ready to fire.

"I brought a knife to a taser fight." Enigma laughed fearlessly at his stupidity. She had no reason to be scared. Really, what did she have to lose? "Riddle me this, how do they get water from one area in Arkham to another?" Her eyes gazed above his head. Enigma chucked her knife as hard as she could into the pipe. Creak. The Doctor was about to tase her when the pipe gushed open from the hole left from her knife. Funny thing when you mix electricity and water, it makes Doctor's light up blue and orange. Enigma was for sure he would die of electrocution. The water was moving close to her so she quickly slipped out through the laundry shoot. "Idiots"