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My eyes fluttered open and a sharp pain jolts through my head, I push myself up and blinking wildly and start trying to adjust my vision. I stare at my hands, they are covered in a warm red liquid… blood. I wiped them franticly against my pants and look around, in my trembling hand was a knife coved in blood and only a couple of inches over on the floor laid a body. I screamed loudly. This couldn't be real, I scramble over to the door dropping the knife and attempted to unlock it, I needed to call the police. But the door was locked and the cool silver doorknob didn't budge. I momentarily stopped trying to bang it down and just stared at the smears of blood I left on the floor and walls. I screamed again and slid down the door collapsing onto myself.

Who had killed this man? Was it me? Why was he in my house? And why can't I remember what happened? I try to think back, but the only thing I could remember going to work yesterday. My breathing quickened and a sick feeling welled up in my stomach. I think I had just killed a man.

Suddenly my window smashed and a tall man in a black suit charged in. my breathing quickened and I was hyperventilating now. He marched over and quickly assessed the scene with a glance. He looked at me in my hysterical state and although he didn't let his guard down his eyes softened and he knelt down next to me.

"I'm Nightwing" he said in a stern voice "what happened?" he questioned.

I tried to answer but all I did was burst into tears and let out big ugly sobs. It was all too much, I was a murderer and there was a dead man lying on my floor. The man now known as Nightwing looked at my uniform and in one swift movement removed my ID card. The one I used to move around Arkham Asylum.

He look at my card "you're a psychiatrist and Arkham?" he questioned. Obviously thinking I had snapped from working with high profile criminals.

I nodded wiping blood off my hands,

"And your name is Harleen?'

I nodded again. Suddenly sirens started blearing in the distance and Nightwing looked out.

"Please" I said in a dry voice. Nightwing stared at me.

"Help" they were the last words that left my lips before I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up staring into a bright light in the roof, I felt sick and rolled over to the edge of my bunk and threw up on the floor. My head was in pain and I felt terrible. Memories of the dead man's body flashed before my eyes and the knot in my stomach grew tighter. I wasn't in Arkham asylum I knew that place too well my guess was I was in one of the cells in Gotham city police station.

I sat on my bunk trying to regain my memories in the right order, when a tall police man unlocked my cell and promptly dragged me into an integration room without saying a word. I was harshly sat down and my hands were cuffed to the table.

I looked over to see two men sitting across from me, the first man was probably in his mid-fifties with rectangle glasses a thin build and a moustache. The second man was … Nightwing out of costume of course, but still the same man. Nightwing pressed a finger against his lips. And I nodded ever so slightly, a silent promise not to tell who he was. Not that I knew his real identity anyway.

The older man started the integration "what's your name?" he asked

"Harleen, Harleen Quinzel" I responded.

"And you work at Arkham' He continued checking his notes. "You were found with the body of Rory Brown, one of the jokers thugs" he looked at me checking for a reaction, but I just nodded.

"Did you kill Rory Brown?" he asked.

I was dreading this question but I responded anyway "I don't know, I only remember waking up"

And as an afterthought I added "with the body".

Nightwing and the other man exchanged a look. And my nerves got even more intense.

"Do I get a phone call?" I blurted out.

The older man nodded and signalled for Nightwing to collect the phone. And it was placed in front of me. I picked it up and quickly dallied my lawyer's number and the person on the other end picked up.

In a frenzy I started talking quickly "hello, this is Harleen I am at Gotham police station I need-" but I was cut off by a cold chilling laugh.

"ha ha ha don't worry, you sit your pretty little face right there I have a surprise for you!'

"Who is this?" I asked shooting a glance at Nightwing who looked concerned.

"I am your guardian devil of course. But people call me the clown prince" the voice on the other end of the line chuckled.

"Look that wonderful but I really need to speak to my lawyer so if you could pass him over" I pleaded

"I am your lawyer now Harleen, I feel like we are going to have a lot of fun together"

"what?" I asked but the line on the other end went dead.

I looked up at Nightwing and the other man. "That wasn't my layer" I said.

"Who was it" asked Nightwing in a concerned voice

"I don't know, he called himself the clown prince. He said we were going to have some fun and he wouldn't stomp laughing " I said.

Then it hit me and I knew exactly who he was he was, Arkham's most notorious villain, who had escaped only a couple of weeks before I started my job there.

"Nightwing and the man's face drained of colour"

"Shit" mumbled the man under his breath

"I'm calling the bat" stated Nightwing

"Who was that?' I asked the men now felling even worse and hoping my suspicions weren't going to be confirmed.

"The joker" Nightwing whispered.

Hi guys this is my first fic so I would love some feedback! I already have the plot worked out and I hope you enjoy it.

- Harley XX