After arresting them for public violence, the cop put Joker and his son, called King, in the same cell, while Ryann Grey was put into the cell beside them. She tapped her fingers on the bench to pass the time. She had been in jail before, and she would get out again. Bored, she began to whistle, and when that got annoying, she stood and began to pace.

After a while, she got tired, and sat again, perfectly still. Ryann waited, watching the cops who had arrested them, Delilah and Tyler, go about their business. She wasn't the only one watching.

Joker, his eyes on the two cops, had started singing the "clean up" song. Ryann looked at him in wonder. "Barney???" she inquired in disbelief. "Really?" Joker, ignoring her, finished the song, and began "row your boat."

Just then, a young woman entered the station. She had unnaturally bright red hair. Ryann immediately pegged her for a goth: she had the works, black clothes and makeup, piercings and tattoos galore. The girl spoke up. "Umm. . .can anyone tell me where the cells are?" she smiled.

Tyler looked at her from over his shoulder. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I was called here by Commissioner Gordon. Well, not me personally. He called Arkham for someone to come in to question some people. They sent me," she said quickly.

Tyler nodded. "Okay, I'll take you to the Commissioner," he said and led her away to Gordon's office.

She introduced herself, "I'm Siena Morana, from Arkham. They sent me. . ."

"Oh, right. Hello," the Commissioner said. "There's a couple of people, they were brought in earlier; I need you to question them," he said, and then turned his eyes to Tyler. "Why don't you bring Gale into the questioning room?" Tyler nodded and left the office. Gordon grabbed a file and handed it to Siena, and then led her to the questioning room.

Ryann was brought in and seated, her hands placed on the table before her. "What's your name?" Siena asked her.

Ryann didn't answer, but only stared at Siena.

"No name. . .'kay, I can wait. We can stay here as long as you like."

Ryann shrugged her indifference, and began tapping her fingers on the table.

"They told me your name is The Grey Gale. How did you come up with that?"

Ryann shrugged again. She almost smiled as Siena sighed in frustration, and could almost see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out how to get her talking. Ryann wouldn't, though.

"Given your criminal record, you've been in this. . .'profession' for a while. Why don't you tell me about when you decided to be a criminal?"

Ryann tilted her head, allowing a minuscule frown to her face. She hated psychology. It was just liked the cops to think she needed psychoanalysis. She wouldn't do a thing they wanted.

Siena caught the emotion in her face. "Hm? What was it that so allured you to the dark streets of Gotham?" she looked through Ryann's record. "Perhaps it was the Riddler?"

Ryann raised her brows and gave Siena a crooked grin. She still refused to speal, but was dangerously close to letting this newbie know that her past was her own business.

"How about this: instead of talking about yourself, tell me about him," Siena suggested.

Ryann smirked. You'd like that, wouldn't you, she thought.

Siena leaned close to her. "You just think you're so clever by not talking," she smirked back. "But I have all I need. You're free to go back to your cell."

Ryann shrugged and stood, resisting the urge to slam Siena's head into the table. She grinned as Tyler put her back in her cell. When he had gone, she cast a glance at the Joker.

"Hmm, why are you smiling, darling?" he asked, licking his lips.

"Do I need a reason?" she replied.

"Well, if you see something funny. . .I could join in the laugh. . ."

Ryann sighed. "This whole thing is funny. In an ironic sort of way," she glanced at him. "You into irony, Mr. Joker?"

"Irony is my middle name!" he laughed.

"I thought your middle name was 'Prince of'?" - Clown Prince of Gotham.

Joker laughed. "There's irony in there somewhere."

"Sarcasm. . ." she said. "But I'll let it slip."

Silence ensued. Joker looked at his watch. He pulled a strange necklace from his jacket, and fingered it. "Anytime now, anytime now. . ." he muttered. Then there was a thump in the wall. "Ahhhh, just in time. . ." There were more thumps, which quickly turned into cracks. "Cmon, Jacky boy. . ."

Ryann jumped at the noise. "Whaaa?" She looked at Joker, who was unperturbed. "Jacky?"

The craxks grew louder and then there was a boom, followed by a fist through the wall. She heard laughter, similar to the Joker's, but somehow darker. "That's just not right. . ." Ryann murmured as she got up off the bench.

Meanwhile, Tyler, from his office, heard the sudden laughter and grabbed his gun. "Jackpot," he identified the man by his laugh, and went to recruit backup.

Jackpot stuck his head through the hole in the wall and stared at the Joker. "Joker, old pal, what are you gonna do now? You better think fast, or your ass is grass!" he said gruffly.

Joker grinned and held up the necklace. "I have it right here. You break that wall, and it's yours."

"You're gonna play that game? We'll see, Joker. You're getting kinda lame." He broke the wall down and stepped into Joker's cell. "Hand it over, Joker," he said, mad. Joker tossed the necklace.

"Wasn't my . . . style, anyways," he grinned and walked to the hole in the wall, followed by King.

"Hey, what about me?!" Ryann demanded. The hole didn't extend to her cell. Jackpot went to her and broke the bards.

"She with you, Joker?"

Joker shrugged. "You could say that. . ."

Jackpot punched a hole in the ground. As they were about to jump in, Tyler arrived, along with several other cops. "Freeze," he yelled, guns pointed at them. Ryann wondered why cops said that when they were most likely to be ignored.

Which is what they did, and the four criminals entered the hole. Tyler followed suit, and when her found his footing, fired a warning shot over the Joker's shoulder.

Jackpot turned and punched Tyler hard in the chest, sending him into a wall. "You're really starting to piss me off," he said. He turned and broke down another wall which led to the sewers.

As she passed him, Ryann dealt her own kick to the cop, and then followed Jackpot. "Who are you?!" she asked. "Juggernaut?"

"Jackpot's the name, criminal activities are my game," he said. The Joker rolled his eyes at the rhyme.

"Grey Gale," Ryann said with a smirk.

Jackpot led them to a manhole, and they climbed out. Jackpot and Joker were out first, followed by Ryann.

"Cmon, toots!" said King, below her. "I haven't got all day."

Ryann glared down at him. "You don't have boobs," she said as she reached the top. Jackpot helped her out.

"That's true, my dear, but move your rear. . .we got police and they're off their leash!" he said. Ryann caught the grin on the Joker's face.

As soon as King was out of the manjole, they split, each to their own.

As for Ryann, she went home and showered, having just trudged through sewage.