Brisk cold air of the winter blew throughout the halls of Arkham Asylum. The only sound that could be heard throughout the place was the light patter of Gotham's rain hitting the cold metal bars. At the end of the hallway a young girl rocked herself back and forth, back and forth murmuring some nonsense over and over again. She looked not a day over sixteen. Soft strawberry blonde curls drapped over her face hiding the fact she had been crying for some time now. In her head only one word rang about, driving her to the brink of insanity, Failure. How could she have been so foolish? Slowly, her head lifted revealing bloodshot eyes.

" I only wanted to impress him."

Her voice was soft when it cracked, sounding weak and broken. Once again her emerald eyes began to water, replaying the traumatic events of the night.

"That was all, I never thought I wo-"

She had cut herself off, letting her voice trail down the empty hallway. It echoed off the metal making her feel completely alone.

Of course this wasn't the first time she had been placed in Arkham. Arkham had always been like a second home for the girl. However this time her visit was different. This time she felt the loneliness and pain that consumed the haunting place. She was begining to understand how it broke people. The young girl glanced down at the chains which bounded her to the cell. For the first time her eyes looked at it as not some challenge to break free nor an opportunity to impress her father but shackles binding her to the floor.

The cell, guards, chains, none of that stuff scared her. Nothing of that sort kept her up at night since she practically grew up around it. She had been imprisoned but not amongst the walls of Arkham. The girl had locked herself within her mind, trying to conclude where she had gone wrong. The doctors should have known better then to leave a girl of this age in by herself with nothing other then her thoughts. Dangerous things can happen when one is left in silence for so long, exspecially a young girl raised by insanity, crime, and the Riddler himself. The girl snapped,

"I just wanted to be respected by him, to be loved..."

Her body was shaking, soft tears ran down the side of her face as memories from the past began to flood into light.e