Hi, everyone! Here's a new story I've had in mind. I hope you like it. And don't worry the story will get better. Sorry, it's so short. This chapter is just some what introducing the OC. Please review!

"Hello, Nancy. My name Dr. Victoria Mitchell, and I'll be your psychoanalyst." The lady said, with a clipboard.

"It's nice to met you. So what do you want to talk about first?"

"How about your childhood?"

"Okay. I was born to Lacey Wesley and Marc Harold. My mom was only 16 when she had me. My parents did all they could to raise me. My dad decided to enroll in the army, you know to make a better living for us. But, when I turned 5 my dad was killed. My mom she couldn't handle my dad not being there, so she turned to drugs and stripping."

"And did that effect you?"

"It affected me a great deal. The whole neighborhood and school knew about my mom's drug problem and stripping. I isolated myself from everyone and everything. That was until I was taken away."

"What do you mean taken away?"

"I was taken by Child Protective Services. I've been pass in-between foster homes."

"Wasn't there an incident at one of the homes you were living in."

I chuckled and smiled,"Yes, as a matter of fact there was."

scribbled something down on her clipboard,"Would you mind telling me what happened?"

"Well my foster mom at the time and I had an altercation. She was accusing me of driving away her boyfriend. She was getting on my nerves, so I burned her face."

"With what?"

"Oh, nothing serious just an iron." It was nothing really, I've done worse.

"What was it like?"

"It was great. Just hearing her scream out in pain, was like a complete rush."

"And that's when you was amitted here?"

"Yep!"

"How old were you?"

"I was 16. You know doc, I wasn't a bad girl. I was just misunderstood."

"I know, Nancy.", gave an sympathetic smile and left.

Same story, different doctor. After a couple of sessions, my doctors leave. They say it's beacuse I creep them out with my blank stare, while telling my gory stories.

"How long do you think she'll last?" One of the guards asked, who's name was Ron.

"I'll give her a week."

He chuckled as we arrived at my cell door,"Your something else, Nancy. Well, here's your stop."

"Come on, Ron! I hate sitting in this room, all alone!" I pouted

"Sorry, but you know the rules. Besides I-" Ron was interrupted by loud, high-pitched laugh. We turned around to see a tall man with green hair being dragged down the hall. I knew exactly who it was, The Joker. The guards dragged him right pass me and Ron, causing Joker and I to have eye contact for a split second. He had empty dark eyes, they seem..interesting. Ron sighed and opened up my cell door, pushing me gently into the cell.

"I gotta go Nancy. They probably need some help with Joker, he can be a handful." With that he closed my cell door and walked off.