As the week went on I seemed to get better and better, and yet worse and worse. My training got better, but my grades and schooling got worse. When I trained they quizzed me on how to speak and handle the Joker. They also taught me how to use a gun, and hand to hand combat in case things got shady.

All of that training however left me feeling tired and sluggish. I stopped turning in homework, and flunked my Calculus test. My teachers started to take notice. On the last day, Friday, when school was over with I needed to hurry, and get to Gordon. He was supposed to tell me when I go in, and get ready for my mission.

The bell rang a few minutes ago, and I was running through the halls, and down flights of stairs. I had to get to the main level. Why must this school be so big! I almost made it to the door leading to the senior parking lot. I had my hand on the door handle getting ready to fling it open, when I was stopped. Gritting my teeth, I turned around to meet the eyes of my band teacher. She was my absolute favorite teacher. I've had her sense I've been in 5th grade. Can you do the math? That's like 8 years! I even grew a bond with her.

"Brittany… I believe I'm speaking for all of the teachers here. We… um… want to know if everything is alright? You've been dropping your grades drastically in the past week," She said, voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said casually.

"Are you sure," she looked me in the eyes and sighed. "Are you having boy troubles again?"

My face fired up, and I let out an embarrassed laugh.

"No, Mrs. Chime. I'm not having boy troubles."

"Well last time a boy was corrupting you, your grades fell."

I smiles at her concern, and leaned down. I gave her a hug. I may be 5'2" but she's 4'9".

"I'm fine, I promise," I reassured her before leaving.

I was now running late, so I decided to take the back roads to the police department. It saved me about 10 minutes. I was still running behind, so I sprinted through the building, and took the stairs 2 at a time. By the time I reached his office I was panting hard. I did my best to compose myself before entering Gorgon's office. I made my way in and let out a breathless greeting. Gordon simply raised his eyes amused at this. He soon went back to his business mode. He gestured for me to take a seat and I greatly did. I relaxed in the chair and felt my heart rate go down.

"I believe you're ready," Gordon started, "You did so well during your training this week. We're sending you in tonight."

"Tonight? Are you sure I'm ready? What about my parents? My school work?"

"Your parents will not know about this. As for your school work… we'll figure something out. We'll probably let you get your GED online during some free time."

I ran my fingers through my blonde hair. This is NOT what I signed up for when I became an intern. I would be considered a high school drop-out, right? What if my collage doesn't accept me because of this? Britt, calm down. Stop thinking negative! I took a deep breath to calm myself. I nodded in agreement.

"Good," Gordon slightly smiled, "Now Miss Boo, you are under arrest, and have pled insanity," Gordon turned me around and handcuffed me. "Off to Arkham with you," he finished and pushed my towards the door.

In a matter of seconds I was into Character. I gave Gordon a seductive smile.

"Ooo office, you like it rough I see," I said smoothly.

So I was hulled off in a transfer van to the asylum. I was no longer in the hands of Gordon, but with officers who ACTUALLY thought I was a criminal. I always have to stay in character otherwise I could get killed. Once inside the asylum, they frisked me. I just smirked and said smart ass remarks. Once I was frisked they lead me into the check in area. A heavy set woman wearing square red glasses looked up at us. She raises an eyebrow at me. I just frowned.

"Name," she asked trying to sound sweet and not intimidated.

"Boo," I said in a monotone voice. She looked annoyed with me, and gave a sigh.

"What's your REAL name?"

"That is my fucking real name," I shouted trying to sound angry.

The woman just shook her head allowing this. She then looked at the officers.

"Did you frisk her? No weapons or items that could be used to do harm in anyway?"

"If they hadn't frisked me, your brains would be all over the wall by now," I growled.

Her eyes widened at the thought and gasped. I was soon shaken by the police officers roughly.

"That's enough," one shouted at me.

I just rolled my eyes as I was taken into an elevator leading into the maximum security part of the asylum. Once the doors opened I saw an office where I assumed the guards hung out. As we were walking down the hall we were about to turn left, when we were stopped by one of the guards. He looked down at my 5'2" figure and smiled.

"Is she the new patient? Boy, you're a pretty little thing aren't ya," he said in a heavy southern accent.

He sounded almost like a hill billy. I frowned. I didn't like him already. He leaned down, and got very close to me. I was out of my comfort zone. I happen to actually get very angry when people where in my bubble. He started to speak again.

"Now if only you could have been a new nurse or a doctor. Then I could take you back to my office and reveal that smokin' little body of yours to me…"

I zoned the rest of him out once he started raising his hand up my thigh.

I was NOT going to get groped by a nasty hill billy again. I was getting so angry my skin started to get hotter. I raised my foot and kicked him in the balls. I now thanked myself for playing kick ball at recess instead of house when I was little. I started to go after him again, but was picked up by the two cops. I started to scream at him and the cops. I began to throw my body around, and put up a fight. They just made a left with me, and began taking me to my cell.

"You sick mother fucker! I'm going to kill you so hard that Satan will look at you in hell, and say 'Damn'," I screamed at him from down the hall.

The patients just looked at me from their cells, eyebrows raised. Oh man, was I not done yelling at him. He just made me so mad. Right in front of my cell I turned around to scream at him one last time.

"If you EVER lay your filthy hands on me again, I will fucking cut off your dick and shove it so far down your throat you will taste it out of your ass!"

With that the cops quickly unhand cuffed me, and threw me into my cell. With a huff, I just sat down on the cold cement floor with my legs and arms crossed.

"You must be new," I heard a voice from across the hall to the other cell.

I looked up to see a girl sitting cross legged on her bed. She had long wavy brown hair. Her grey patient attire hugged around her curves. She was very pretty.

"Is it that obvious," I asked looking at her. She just smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry about Banjo though. He says those things to all the female patients," she smiled again. "I'm Aquafina, but you can call me Aqua for short."

"Might I ask why?"

"I have the power of water, but no one believes me," she gave a smirk, "Maybe I can show you sometime."

I just nodded.

"Yeah, maybe."

"So who are you?"

"Boo," I said swiftly.

"Cute name," she looked me up and down, "But not really a name for a criminal."

Okay, seriously? Why does everyone hate the name? I think it's adorable. Plus my friends used to call me that in school. You know what, I'm going to make Boo the most feared name in Gotham… okay maybe not Gotham, but Arkham Asylum for sure!

"Don't be fooled by the name," I growled, "Never be fooled by the name."

I looked around my cell. It was very dull. The walls were made of white brick. The floor was cement, and the door cell was what I assumed to be bullet proof glass. I have a white marble sink and above that was a perfectly clear crystal mirror.

You know, if I really wanted to hurt myself I very well could. Then again, they probably don't give a crap. If I stay in this room any longer I might actually go crazy. Oh god, I'm bored already. Oh, I know! I'll jump on my bed. It doesn't look completely like cardboard. I hoped up on the bed and jumped once.

My hoped were suddenly crushed. It was as hard as the floor. I pouted, and stepped off. I crossed my arms, and surveyed my surroundings once more. I never knew how much I missed my room. I closed my eyes trying to imagine it.

The hit pink walls splatter painted with neon Green, Yellow, and Blue. However you couldn't see the paint. My walls were covered completely in posters of Twilight, Justin Bieber, Pirates of the Caribbean, Avenge Seven Fold, ETC; also pictures of my friends and me. I could feel my soft white carpet under my feet. I could go into my walk in closet, and get myself come cozy pajamas, and hop into bed with my matching comforter keeping me warm. What I missed about my room the most was its smell. It smelt of vanilla and my Black Star perfume. Just think, right now I could be laying in bed watching Ghost Adventures while reading Twitter Tweets.

This thought made me smile. However, my dream was corrupted by Aqua talking to me again. I frowned, and looked at her.

"What," I asked.

"I said, 'don't you miss your home… your room?"

"No," I looked at her. My face deadpan. "I didn't have a room. My parents made me sleep under the sink."