First things first:

omnomnymous, you are a saint, my friend. When I got the email saying that someone had reviewed my story, I fell on my face running to the laptop to check it out. No joke. And what a review it is! You have absolutely no idea how grateful I am and how helpful you are and just wow. It was incredible. To know that you took the time to right all that awesomeness out for me is just... ugh it's bloody fantastic, that's what it is. Oh, and it's cool with me if you want to be best friends. AND - in case you didn't catch my drift - you are an excellent reviewer!

I know what you mean, every other one that I've read was a good girl that worked in Arkham or something and then was suddenly able to kick ass and turned into a bad girl and it was a little strange. I'm just going to tell you now to warn you in case you won't like it - although I'm praying that you will - that Kenna does have a mutation... but it isn't anything that benefits her, really. It's more of an inconvenience. Oh my goodness, you're excited? That's so freaking awesome! I'm so happy right now haha.

I'm so so so glad you like Kenna - that was one of my main worries. I was shitting myself, thinking nobody would like her! I understand you wanting to get to know her more, and I promise I'll let you into her head soon - it could be this chapter, could be next, or it could be drawn out over a few... you'll have to read to find out!

I'm glad you're liking my writing, that's also one of my main concerns. I find that when I'm reading other fanfics, the author's grammar isn't very good, so when I was writing this I was checking and re-checking that it was right - and hoping that I was actually right haha. As for the romance bit, I completely agree. I don't like seeing the characters instantly falling in love or at least being majorly attracted to each other.

Hopefully I'll be updating regularly; but I have been an absolute genius and picked a fucking fantastic time to start this story. I'm about to go into about a month of hardcore studying for my exams; but I promise in my breaks and at nights I'll work on this story and try and get the next chapters out as soon as possible.

Once again, thank you so, so, somuch for reviewing. I am immensely grateful.

Okay, next chapter!

DISCLAIMER: *caveman voice* I no own Batman.

Chapter 3

In the dead of night, my back was lying on my bed and my legs were stretching up the wall as I let my mind wander. I thought of my new psychiatrist, Dr. Young, and how she seemed a little different to me. She didn't push me once... She understood when I said I didn't want to talk about my past. She was respecting my privacy – and I respected that. It was hard to come across a genuine doctor in the asylum – they were all sneaky and manipulative; but it seemed Penelope Young was not like that.

I wonder if I'll be able to tell her about my past... I immediately dismissed the thought. No matter how much I might come to trust the doctor, I would never know the people on the other side of the tape recorder. If I was to talk to her properly and honestly, it would have to be somewhere completely private, where no one could eavesdrop. But then came the issue of whether she would trust me enough for that to be possible. Either way, it was going to take many more interviews.

You see, my past was... rough, to say the least. And quite unorthodox. Now that I think about it, how would that conversation go down? 'Hey, Doc, when I was eight my dad used me as a test subject in one of his experiments and now I'm not exactly human.' Yeah, that would go down smoothly.

Thinking about the experiment and the consequences of that experiment made me fidgety. I'd been in the asylum for eight weeks. Eight weeks without burning anything. My hand subconsciously rose to lightly press the areas under my eyes, where I knew existed huge bags. I wasn't sleeping well, I wasn't eating well, my temper was getting shorter – and it was not being helped by the obnoxious guards – and I could feel myself getting weaker. Things were not looking good.

I let my head drop to the side where I could see out of the bars of my cell door when I heard an electronic whoosh. The doors to the room were being opened – and at that time of night, it meant that there was a new patient.

"Boys, please," a sultry voice spoke playfully. "Are you really going to leave little old me all alone with the bad guys?"

I smirked, knowing exactly who it was, as the group's footsteps reverberated off the high walls. "I'm sure you can cope. You've done it before," a guard replied.

"That doesn't mean it was easy."

The first guard passed by my cell, and then the next, and then Selina Kyle herself walked by, with two more guards at her sides. She subtly glanced into my cell and gave me a wink. The last guard looked into my cell curiously, and then stopped. "What are you still doing up?" he demanded.

"Sorry this inch-thick mattress isn't comfortable enough for me to sleep on," I said, rolling my eyes.

He stood looking at me for a moment, contemplating something. Then, finally, he spoke again. "Hey, how about we take Fyrian and put her in with the Cat?" he suggested.

"They can't share a cell, man. You know that," another guard replied.

"Penguin's cell is free."

"Do you think it would be okay?"

"She tried to escape and beat up six guards; I'd say she should be in there already."

That seemed to be the decider. I was handcuffed and pulled out of my cell where I followed after Selina's group to my new cell. I'm going in with the Rogues? Oh, this can't be good. But it's not often that I get to see Selina again... We passed through a heavy door that scanned the guards, walking into a room with three cells on each side.

Selina was led into the middle cell on the right side, and I was shoved into the one closest to the door, next to her. "Enjoy your new home, freak," the guard leading me smirked as he undid my handcuffs. I turned and watched him as he left my cell, flipping a switch on some panel on the wall that sparked an electric barrier that acted as my cell door. There were three thick strips of blue, buzzing light between me and freedom. Well, that'll be hard to get past.

I heard Selina's door being activated, and then the guards left the room. "They just get more and more pleasant as the years pass," Selina commented sarcastically. "I don't know how you've managed to survive for eight whole weeks in this place by yourself. I barely make it three days before I have to get out."

"I did try to escape," I told her as I looked about my new cell. It was bigger than my last, with a set of drawers; but the bed was as bad as before, if not worse. "But, uh... I ran into a problem."

"Yeah? What was that?" I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"That electric rod thing they carry about." I took up the same position I had in my last cell, looking at the bright orange jumpsuit hanging off of my slim figure.

"Ouch."

"Yeah. So how'd they get you this time?"

"Bad luck, I suppose. And I'd been wanting to visit you for a while."

I smiled. "I would have thought you'd have gotten more friends by now, Selina."

"I do have friends, they just aren't as entertaining as you."

I had first met Selina five years ago, while I had been wandering the streets aimlessly after having lost my job and apartment. She had taken me under her wing for a few months until I was finally comfortable with the life of crime I found myself blending into, and then I started to fend for myself. She was always there if I needed her, and I was always there if she needed me. It was an unspoken agreement, one that I would never regret.

"I must say," someone suddenly drawled out. "It's wonderful to have you back, kitty-cat. But, some people are trying to sleep here."

"Oops," Selina replied, her voice low and teasing. "Sorry, Joker."

"Who were you talking to at this hour?" he asked. By the sounds of things, he was in a cell opposite us.

"My dear friend Kenna Fyrian. She's been upgraded to our room to keep me company."

"Oh! The one that tried to escape and then managed to pull herself up onto her bed, despite the doctor having said she didn't have enough energy to move?" he sounded as if he was grinning.

"That does sound like her," Selina commented.

"Yeah, it was me," I said.

"Are you still obsessed with proving people wrong?" I could hear the smirk in Selina's voice again.

I scowled at the wall. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Would you lot shut up? We're trying to sleep," a groggy, grumpy voice said.

"Sorry, Harvey," Selina purred.

"Hey, kitty-cat, how's Bats doing?" Joker asked cheerfully.

"I think he's a little bored, not having you there to blow stuff up," she replied. "But he's got some of the... lesser Rogues to worry about."

"Well, we can't have my best friend all alone out there! We'll have to pay him a visit soon."

"Can't we have this discussion when we're more awake?" another voice mumbled.

"You mean when the guards can hear us, Crane?" Joker retorted. "No. We have it now."

There were sudden footsteps off to the right. "Did I miss anything?" another new voice spoke up.

"Kitty-cat's back, and she brought a friend!" Joker cackled.

I heard the footsteps stop outside my cell, and I turned to see The Riddler with his head cocked to the side to see me better. "Ah, the idiot girl who thought she could escape in the middle of the day with her hands chained together." Charming. "What were you thinking?" he frowned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was angry. I wasn't thinking properly," I defended myself.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, before walking towards the cell opposite mine. As if anticipating his return, the electric beams switched off, allowing him to return to what was presumably his cell, before switching back on again. "Did anyone notice my absence?" he asked, his head angled towards the wall on his right, on the other side of which sat the Joker.

"Nope!" Joker chirped.

"They really are morons."

"Come on, people, we need to start talking escape plans!"

"We're taking Kenna with us," Selina stated.

I blinked. "Why?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to stay here?" she retorted.

"Obviously not; but I'd just slow you down."

"Are you kidding? You're our ticket out of here!"

"What? Why?" Joker perked up.

"Kenna's good with fires," Selina purred mischievously.

"Yeah, well, that's not going to be very helpful when I can't even get a box of matches in this place."

"Easily fixed," Riddler spoke up. I looked over to see him lying down on his bed, his arms behind his head casually. "I can get into most of the asylum whenever I like; there's bound to be someone somewhere with matches."

"We'd need a flammable substance to make the explosion big enough – I'm assuming it's an explosion you're going for?" At the pause that followed, I reconsidered. "Or is it just a distraction? The asylum goes up in chaos, and we slip out..." Sounds like a good plan.

"Hey, look! The idiot isn't that much of an idiot anymore!" Riddler exclaimed with mock enthusiasm.

"You've got the idea, Kenna," Selina said, ignoring the annoying genius.

"But what about the guards?" I frowned, sliding my legs down the wall so I could sit on my bed Indian style.

"We had a fire once before – an accident that time – and the guards left us here to burn. Luckily, the fire didn't spread this far so we were fine. But it is possible that they'd do it again if the situation arose."

I ran a hand through my long, curly brown hair. "It would have to be somewhere in this building so we could slip into the crowd as they evacuate; but far enough away that the suspicion doesn't fall on us. But then wouldn't they see our jumpsuits?"

"Nygma can handle that too, can't you?"

"Yeah, that'll be easy. We'll start now, and I'll just take a few pieces of clothing at a time. It'll be a few weeks before we get out though, so we avoid suspicion."

"Excellent!" Joker cheered happily. "Harvey, Jonathon, are you two in?"

"Yeah," Scarecrow replied.

"We're in," Two-Face added.

"Then it's a date!" Joker cackled. "Ooh, this will be exciting!"

"If it works," Riddler stated emotionlessly.

"It'll work, Nygma," Selina told him.

"What I'm worried about, is if she'll work. We don't even know what she's capable of."

Oh, well, thanks. "Neither do the guards," I said. "So we've got the upper-hand here."

I met his doubtful gaze as he lifted his head to look at me. Don't blink, don't look away, for the love of God, don't do anything stupid! I pleaded with myself. "We'll see," he said, and then he lowered his head again and left me glaring at his chin. Fuck you, Edward Fucking Nygma. I'll show you.

So that was Chapter 3. Hopefully it was good and whoever's reading this isn't bored to death - because that would be bad..

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