Harley was sitting in Arkham Asylum. Feeling her stomach, her belly petruding, awaiting to present a child. She had felt a few kicks in stomach, as her child moved about. She sat on a more comfortable bed. She was also presented with much more quality food in higher amounts. The staff was also kinder to her because of her pregnancy. "How about Tiffany?" Ivy offered. Harley and Ivy had spent the day talking about baby names, some of the other inmantes had also called out names from there cells. The Scarcrow made a gagging sound. "Hmf," Ivy grunted. "How about Caseigh?" Arnold asked. "Caseigh, I do like that name," Harley said. "Sounds to much like a boys name, Ivy scoffed in a disgusting tone. The doctors were able to figure out it was a girl. Harley was so happy, not that she didn't want a boy, but a girl seemsed like one she could get along with, dress up, play tea party, and what ever rediculous things girls did. Atleast thats how she saw it. "So what are the names we have so far?" Jervis asked. "Terra, now Caseigh, Melony, Brianna, and Maliena," Harleen said. She scratched her scalp, trying to think of more. "Jennifer!" Ivy screamed. Harley lit up, 'Jennifer,' she thought. 'Sounds perfect.' "That's it, that's the one," Harley said. Most everyone seemed to agree. A guard walked up to her cell and hit several buttons on a panel next to it, then swiped his card, then put his hand on the console. She reconginized him as Electro. His real name was Johnny, but most of the inmates called him Electro because he always seemed to be electrecuting himself. "Time for another checkup," he said. "Electro, shocking seeing you here," Harley joked. It wasn't funny but stupid things like that gave her a kick. "Haha," he retorted sarcasticaly. As the door opened, he moved behind it and waited for Harley to walk out. He led her down a few halls, Harley was familiar with, she had gone this way over the past months to see the doctor for her pregnancy. Then they turned a corner that Harley was Unfamiliar with. She was led into an office with a bright light and there in the middle of the room was a table and a single chair. As she walked in the bright light blinded her, and she could harldy see. It looked to her like an interrogation room. Her eyes adjusted and she saw him, the Caped Crusader. "What do you want Bat brain," she said loathfully attempting an insult. As usuall not fazed, just ignoring her. "We need to talk," he said "What ever about?" she asked in a sarcastic prissy voice. "The person who killed the Joker appears to be part of a much larger organization," he said. She glared at him not wanting to hear. "I. Don't. Want. To. Hear. It." she spit at him. "You will. They weren't just after the Joker. They're targeting every extreme criminal who ever walked in Gotham. That means you, and every person in Arkham," he said in a deadpan voice. Harley shook her head not wanting to hear it. "What do you want?" she asked. Knowing she couldn't do anything to stop them or him, she just gave up and listened to him. "I want to move you to a more secure location," he said. "Why me?" she asked disgusted in his offer. "You're pregnant Harley, you life right now counts as two. You're also their next target," he said.
She stared at the table in a sad way. "Where am I going?" she asked.
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A warrior awoke. Covered in scars, scratches, bruises, and a black eye. Her scars ran down her chest and face, her cuts on her knees. She crawled over to a small pond and looked in it. Staring back at her was muscular girl with shoulder length white hair. Her hair covered some of her face, and she felt it. She felt something metalic on the left half of her face. It was a metal casing. She shoved her hair out of the way looking into the pond. One eye was green, the other not there, but in its place was a cybernetic eye that glowed red. She tried to remember before, but the only thing that went into her mind was fire. She got up wiping sand off her arms and legs. She turned to see lots of brush and trees, and she ran into it. She jumped over branches, twigs, and rocks that were in her way, never slowing her pace. She then reached another part of the beach. She saw a little wooden boat. The White haired woman walked up to it, it looked old, but not damaged, or rotting. She put a foot in to test it. It looked fine, as it didn't creek or make any other noise that would make her question using it. She pushed off the shore and hopped into the boat. Inside she found a burlap sack and a pattle. She reached into the sack and pulled out a dark deep violet cloak. She put in on and pulled the hood up, and then she reached in the sack to see what else she could find, instantly retracting her hand from the goods feeling a sharp pain on her fingers. She looked at them to see blood trickle down. She opened the bag more and carefully pulled out a a dagger.
It was small and looked to be a basic one with no significant markings or curves that should suggest it as a prized possession. She held the sack upside down and a necklace fell out. It was a silver strong twine, with a trincket on the end. She opened it up and immediately dropped it. A memory came back like a wave shoving her to the ground. She grabbed the sides of her skulls as she remebered. *She was sitting around a table with a lot of people, it seeming to be a feast. "To a great victory!" someone shouted. She had long luxurious, milk chocolate hair. Others started to clap, someone patted the white haired figure on the back. "Nice job Col. Athriev," they said.* 'Her name, Athriev, she was a Col. but in what military? Who was that woman? Why can't she remember anything else? What is the necklace?' she thought. All the questions swarmed to her head, and she felt her eyes drop, and she passed out.