A/N: After about a year of writer's block, I'm taking this in a completely new direction. I hope you guys like it. Review please? Critiques are welcome too.

Disclaimer: Hm. There's no one canon in this chapter, but I'll disclaim anyway. Yay for DC. Woot.

Dear Lonnie,

You were right. They noticed. He noticed. I think they're going to transfer me next week. I don't know if they're going to let write letters anymore, but I hope so. At the very least, I'll scribble something down whenever I can. Would you like that? If I write a bunch of letters, you could make a book of them and get rich and famous.

My little sister is so smart. She's going to make her parents proud one day, isn't she?

Is mom still upset? I hope not, but she won't answer whenever I try to call her. I think she thinks the plan is stupid. It isn't though; it's going to save her. It's going to save you too.

Maybe when this is all over you both could move to Metropolis. I've heard that it's a whole lot nicer than Gotham.

Then again, everywhere is nicer than Gotham. Except for maybe Hell. Maybe Gotham is Hell. Maybe we're all dead. Maybe we were bad people once, and this is our punishment.

I'm sorry; I hope I didn't just scare you. That's not true. You're a very good person. You would never deserve this, Lonnie. I've just been spending too much time around Ayla.

Ayla is the girl I share a cell with. She's very morbid. All she ever talks about is how we're all going to die and how the world is going to end and why would you ever even bother because it's so pointless?

I don't like her very much, but there's really no one else to talk to. They let us out once a day, but I haven't really met anyone I like. There's this chick in the next cell that seems kind of nice, but sometime when you're talking to her she'll just start screaming. I don't know her name.

Dad came and visited last week. He doesn't know about it, does he? He acted kind of weird. He treated me like sometime of china doll that will break at any moment. That reminds me, how's Harris doing?

I'd write more, but they're about to take me to see the psychiatrist. She's new. Joker killed the last one I think. I'm not sure how.

I love you.

Your crazy sister,

Frankie