Heading into the shower, she is assaulted by all the steam and nearly chokes as it forces itself down her throat, her eyes squint slightly as she scans the room for an open shower head to use. Women stare at her as she stands there, throwing her looks of hate or interest, and when a manly looking, dark skinned lady suddenly winks at her, she grips her towel tightly around herself and quickly scampers off to the farthest shower head possible. She finds a row of unoccupied showers nestled in the back between two other rows, the row across from her has three other women showering but they weren't paying her any attention and for that she was grateful since most others seemed to want to inspect the "fresh meat" more closely. She slips her towel off and hangs it on the hook nearby, tying the ends together to create a bindle so she can store her toiletries in it, learning from past mistakes that if you leave your stuff in one of the lockers, it will be stolen and you won't get another for at least a month when more are handed out to everyone. She turns the nob, listening as the pipes groan and rattle around before a sudden spray of ice cold water is shot down on her, making her yelp in surprise and jump back from the spray of water. As she stands there with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, a woman goes to the shower next to her, not even flinching as the icy water sprays on her and begins to wash. Realizing that she is making a fool out of herself, she steps into the spray and spends a few minutes just shivering as she forces herself to get used to it. The years of living in the Psyc. Ward had softened her up, she had gotten used to warm showers, decent beds, and hot meals (even though most were, in her opinion, garbage, they were hell of a lot better than the food served here). Before that life she had been in the narrows were rape and death were common things in every day life, she used to search for food in dumpsters when there weren't any scraps leftover from her parents back home, washing herself in public restrooms with the hand soap; if she didn't want to get shanked or killed here, then she needed to toughen back up and go full survival mode again. She reaches into her makeshift bindle and pulls out the tiny bottle of shampoo that was no bigger than her index finger and as wide as two put together; looking like something cheap hotels gave you. How was this supposed to last her an entire month? Snapping the cap open, she takes a whiff and scrunches her nose at the bottle; it didn't smell like anything, meaning it was even cheaper than she had originally thought. She only hoped that it actually cleaned her hair, nothing made her mood more foul than the feeling of a head full of greasy hair.
Unbeknownst to her, a certain blonde was watching her from afar, frowning as her eyes looked her up and down. She was a threat to her and decided that this girl, could not be allowed to live any longer. She would only get in her way, a nuisance, she saw the way she had been checking out her Puddin'. Mr. J didn't need a little girl, he needed a woman. Gritting her teeth, she griped the small blade that she had stolen from the kitchen even tighter and stalked towards the girl as she began to shampoo her hair; her eyes would be closed to keep soap from getting in, all she had to do was sneak up and slit her throat. Women who were showering quickly got out of her way, not daring to go up against someone like Harley Quinn, Joker's girl.
She didn't want to use too much soap so she only squirted about the size of a dime on her hand and began to lather it in her hair, closing her eyes to keep any of it from getting in. Just as the water started to warm up and she was finally starting to relax, she heard the loud pitter patter of feet all around her moving away, and feared that shower time was up. Quickly she began to scrub her face, cursing allowed as some got into her eye from her rushing, and used her hands to scoop water into her hands to wash her eyes out. After doing it three times, she opened her burning eyes to try and blink it out, while she had been doing this however, she noticed the three women across from her looking behind her with eager looks. Confused she turned just in time to watch as a knife was struck down upon her and quickly backed up, yelping when the knife sliced her upper arm. Her back fell against the wall as she gripped her arm in pain, looking down to see blood seeping through her fingers and running down her arm in rivulets. Harley held the knife over her head, smiling evilly as blood dripped from it's tip and landed on her cheek, dotting her skin with drops of red. She shrieked like a banshee as she brought the blade down again, only for it to clank against the tile wall as Alex rolled out the way and now stood to her left. Women began to cheer, forming a circle around the two as they watched with blood lust in their eyes. Growling in frustration, Harley swipes at her again only for Alex to quickly jump out the way.
"Mr. J is mine!" She screams, swiping again and everyone backs up a few steps to avoid getting cut. "You can't have him!"
Alex curses as she misses a nice, long swipe at her stomach that surely would have done some serious damage. She couldn't believe she was naked and fighting with Harley Quinn, surrounded by cheering naked women; this was something worth remembering... She crouches into a defensive position, watching with sharp eyes as Harley swings blindly, and spots an opening for her to attack. Quickly she jumps to the left and ducks to swipe her legs out from underneath her, Harley falling to the ground with a grunt and dropping the knife. She quickly kicks it away just as Harley reaches for it, both watching as it spins a few feet away by the feet of some Latin woman. Harley growls and grabs Alex's ankle, giving it a hard tug and watches with satisfaction as she fall flat on her back before climbing on top of her. Alex, momentarily stunned, just lays there as her vision swims, crying out when a fist connects with her jaw. Quickly, she puts her arms up to avoid a blow to the face, turtling up as Harley continues to strike like a mad woman. After 5 hits to her arms, they start to cry out in pain from the heavy hits. With a yell, she wraps her right leg around Harley's waist and swivels her hips, effectively knocking Harley onto her side and climbs on top of her, smiling with satisfaction as her fist crunches against the blondes face. Harley cries as another blow is landed before clawing at Alex, nails scratching at her chest and leaving four angry, red lines in its wake.
"You bitch! I'll kill you!" Harley screams, clawing at her wildly, causing Alex to turn her head to avoid a scratch to the face.
Harley begins to squirm, causing Alex to lose her hold and jump off of her before she can get a hold of her. She watches as the blonde staggers to her feet, holding a hand to her nose as blood dribbles past her lips and down her chin, blinking wildly and shaking her head to try and clear her vision. While Harley is momentarily distracted, Alex turns and runs for the knife, the women all step back as she picks it up. Just as she stands with the knife held firmly in her hand, Harley suddenly leaps onto her back and starts to choke her.
"He's mine!" She screams, jerking Alex's head back as she tighten her grip around her neck.
She sputters as her airway is choked off, vision blurring and her head feeling tight almost; like it might pop any minute. Using the knife, she stabs her in the forearm and she cries out but doesn't let go, so she stabs her again and feels as her grip loosens up. Eager to get her off, she bends over to flip her off her back and falls to her knees, holding her throat as she gasps for air. Harley lays still for a moment, having cracked her head on the hard tile, but soon flips to get on her hands and knees as she stares Alex in the eyes. Just as both are about to get to their feet and go at it again, guards suddenly storm in, blowing whistles and shouting as they force everyone out the way.
"Move!" They shouted, pushing girls out of the shower and into the locker rooms to get dressed. "Everyone out and to your cell!" Four guards rushed to them and quickly pulled them apart, yanking them around as they dressed them before leading them out of the showers. Obviously there wasn't enough women guards so they also had to send men in to help also. "Take them to the Medical facility, but keep them separated!" A man with one hand shouted angrily, Alex watching with mild amusement as he used a hook to point in a direction. As she was being cuffed, she noticed Harley watching her as she was also being hand cuffed, staring at her with eyes that clearly said this wasn't over. Once finished, the guard roughly pushed her forward, and with a sigh she obliged. Her second day here and she's already made enemies with Harley Quinn, girlfriend to the Joker. What could possible go wrong?
As she is being led through the Medical Facility, she hears a man screaming something at the doctors and guards. The guard to her right grunts before muttering 'enough with the fucking riddles'. Curious she looks ahead where they are headed, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever he was talking about, but to her surprise they walk into the room where said man was. He was sitting on one of the beds bare chested, arms held wide open from the cuffs which were attached to either end of the table, blue eyes glinting behind his glasses as he smiled cockily at the man in front of him who was busy patching up the large cut on his his chest.
He laughed loudly. "What? Is your primitive mind too inadequate to comprehend such a simple riddle?" Upon their entering, he looked up and watched as they led her to sit on a table across from him, not bothering to cuff her arms to the ends like Riddler since she wasn't known to be violent; it was clear they blamed it all on Harley, which it was. "Riddle me this!" He suddenly shouted, eyeing her intensely. "What's black and blue and red all over?"
Alex just sat there, head crinkled in confusion as she thought while the doctor left him and came to her side. He rolled her sleeve up and wiped off her skin with a disinfectant wipe which caused her to hiss at him in pain.
"Just ignore him." The old man said dully as he finished cleaning the wound, tossing the wipe into the trash before grabbing a needle and thread.
He shot the doctor a glare before turning his attention back to the girl, grinning with triumph at the confused look on her face. How he loved making them feel like inconsequential buffoons. "The answer is you!" He laughed heartily. At this she looked down at herself, eyes flickering around the room until she found a mirror to her right hanging on the wall over the sink. He watched as her mouth gaped like a fish, eyes wide as she took in her tattered appearance. He scoffed at her, she was obviously mentally ill and unworthy to even be in his presence. He decided to give her another chance to prove that she wasn't as imbecilic as the others, for he was, after all, a generous man. "Riddle me this!" Her head snapped up to look at him, such determination in her eyes that he almost wanted to laugh; she was like a child. "When can you add 2 to 11 and get 1 as the correct answer." He watched as she bit her lip as she thought, too focused on the riddle to even notice the doctor stick the needle in her arm and begin giving her stitches. After 2 minutes, he decided that was more than enough time and opened his mouth to insult her some more.
"A clock." Her voice spoke proudly, grinning as his smirk was knocked right off his face. The doctor and guards all paused what they were doing, looking at her before looking back at him.
"That was an easy one." He snapped, not liking how they were all looking enthralled by her. That riddle wasn't even hard! They should all be awestruck by him! He was the genius! Not this...this insignificant woman. He straightened himself as he thought of a better one, one that would leave her mind broken and have her crying as they all worshiped him on hands and knees for his superior mind. "I have two arms, but fingers none. I have two feet, but cannot run. I carry well, but I have found I carry best with my feet off the ground. What am I?" Surely she will not be able to-
"A wheelbarrow." She smiles prettily at him, sliding around a bit on the bed to make herself comfortable, apologizing when the doctor tells her not to move.
"Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth."
"An echo."
"In a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. It can only attack when pulled back!"
"A bullet."
Edward was positively fuming with rage, his face red and chest heaving as he shouted riddles at the girl who remained infuriatingly calm even as he basically foamed at the mouth, his eyes burning with anger. He watched as the doctor rolled her sleeve back down and put away his equipment, signaling to the guards to take her away. He began to pull at his restraints, causing the table to hobble around and shift sideways a bit as he tried to somehow stop them from taking her away. He needed to prove that he was smarter than her. He needed it! The doctor yelled and two guards came to his side to hold him down while the doctor tried to calm him, he was reopening the wound by moving around so much. Subconsciously he felt the blood soak the cloth and start to dribble down his chest, but his eyes were focused on the girl being led out the door. "YOU ARE IN A ROOM WITH 3 MONKEYS! ONE MONKEY HAS A BANANA, ONE HAS A STICK, AND ONE HAS NOTHING. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PRIMATE!?" Just as she is about to disappear, she calmly turns to him and looks him dead in the eye with such an intense stare that he is left almost hypnotized by those blue orbs.
"You."
And with that she is gone, leaving him in a sort of tranquil state without her presence. Even though he is now calm, the guards keep their iron grip on his shoulders, causing an aching pain in them but it is ignored. He watches without actually seeing as the doctor redresses his wound, the old man mumbling angrily under his breath all the while. That woman. He smiled, letting out a sudden laugh that scared the doctor and guards. Oh, she was magnificent.