*Edited Version*


Chapter 2

On the street straight down from Arkham, there is a large building with a tall fence. The building itself was painted white, and had a neat trimmed lawn. The fence was electrified.

It's name is St. Mary's Asylum for the Young.

Joker and Harley entered the building in broad daylight. All it took was a little Joker Gas too.

They walked down the hall to a room marked with a name.

M. Fortuna

The door had a sign that read: DO NOT ENTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

"From the looks of it, they pay attention, puddin'. Should we?" Harley asked, looking around the hallway. It seemed to her that everyone kept a clear distance from the room. That might've just been her and Joker though.

"No, Harley girl. We must meet her."

"But, why?" She whined.

"She might be useful! Now let's go!"

They went in. The girl's room might have belonged to any braniac, except for the areas that belonged to an asylum. Unlike the other, clean, white rooms, this room had been splashed with paint. Large blotches covered the walls, like the paint was straight from the can. Books on every subject littered the bed, and notebooks crammed with formulas and extra pages covered the floor. Handmade maps of various ventilation systems were tacked to the walls. Harley picked up a book, which read "Greek Psychopaths and their stories."

"Amazing!" Joker exclaimed, "This girl has maps on every major bank, lab, and museum in Gotham!"

He walked to the desk. Around it were various explosion marks on the walls. A chunk of the chair was dissolved. Multiple beakers filled with multi-colored substances boiled on the desk. Formulas were written on the wall above the desk. The purple bag laid next to the desk, multiple of its contents scattered around it.

"Impressed?" Came a voice. Harley jumped.

The girl sat on a multi-colored homemade pet bed. She seemed to blend into the nightmare. Her hair stuck up in points, and she wore what looked like a striped straitjacket with unfastened arms and a ragged red and black skirt.

"Welcome to St. Mary's, the greatest juvenile freak show ever."

She pulled two folders out from underneath her bed and tossed them towards the villains. Then she leaned back and steepled her fingers.

"These are yours. I have files on every psycho in this town. You two were…..interesting to keep up with."

Her violet eyes glinted, then she closed her eyes, relaxing into the pet bed, "Résumé is on the desk."

They turned. A file marked "Mania Psyche Fortuna" had appeared on the desk. Harley picked it up. The first page looked like a patient form with crude writing on it:


Patient: Mania Psyche Fortuna (Supposed name; Parents name unknown.)

Parents: Deceased; Suspected Criminals

DOB: April 1

House of Residence: St. Mary's Asylum for the Young; Gotham

Psychology: Suffers from hallucinations; mentally unstable; mood swings; Psychotic tendencies

Treatments: Electric Shock Therapy

Problems: Chemical Tests have turned patient's hair green and black; white skin; blood-red lips

Advances: Chemistry; Gym; Greek Mythology

Hobbies: Gymnastics; Karate; Boxing


The rest of the pages were what looked like an extensive Juvenile Hall record. Some of the offences were listed below the patient form:


JV Record: Burned down previous school; 3 dead; multiple injured; Threatening; Illegal Chemical making; Stole 2 tiger cubs (Unconfirmed)


"So," Mania said, appearing behind them, "Do I pass?"