Elizabeth blushed angrily at Jonathan's question. Not only did she not know what exactly happened but she didn't think she really wanted to talk about it quite yet.

"I'm waiting."

"Well…I'm not actually sure…"

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Edward ridiculed, "you killed four people!"

"Shut up Edward!" Elizabeth snapped, "I can't remember what happened, that's what I mean!"

"Terrible thing not being able to remember," Jervis muttered.

"Interesting…" Jonathan said under his breath, "though understandable when you arrived last night you didn't seem in… full control of yourself." Elizabeth blushed again in embarrassment. "Don't worry, child, we all are a bit…err… stressed when Batman brings us in."

"At least you planned your crimes," she mumbled.

"Haha, true," Edward said, "but Elizabeth, please enlighten us, or at least me, how did a slightly interesting building inspector come to vow revenge on the mob and then kill four people at Wayne Industries?"

"Oh story time!" Jervis clapped childishly and Elizabeth could see his large smile in the reflection of the mirror.

"Well…I guess, but where do you want me to begin?"

"Begin at the beginning," Jervis quoted, "and end at the end."

"Well my mother conceived, nine months later I was born and then—"

"Don't be sarcastic," Edward interrupted.

Elizabeth stuck her tongue out. "Okay, eight years ago I was a sophomore at Gotham U and I got an internship at the public services division of Gotham City pushing papers for the building inspection sector, kept that for two years, graduated in Chemistry and with honors in Engineering. I decided not to get my Engineering masters right away because of my debt so I took a full time position as an actual Building Inspector. Did that for two years then mid-December I was assigned to inspect a warehouse bought by Wayne Industries. It was around 4pm and already dark when…," Elizabeth told them of her encounter with the Maroni gang, how Batman saved her, the difficult month of recovery and of Mr. Wayne's generosity. She even mentioned a few things about how annoying the genetic changes were.

"…there was a burning sensation all over my body; I couldn't feel anything but the pain. Then somebody put a hand on me and…next thing I know I'm waking up in a straightjacket at Arkham."

"I'm impressed that you didn't lose your mind after the changes," Jonathan said, "it happened to everyone else, Joker, Clayface, Freeze…something like that usually sends the mind over the edge."

"Maybe I'm just special," Elizabeth smiled and laid down on the padded floor. She was hungry, tried, and even after having a decent time talking with the Rogues she just wanted to curl up and cry with a can of vanilla frosting and horror movies…or maybe just a long tight hug. But she knew she couldn't until this was over with and she was alone, just like last time she wouldn't let people see her weakness. Suddenly she sat up, "I smell food! Yes! I'm starving!"

"I don't smell anything," Edward said sniffing the air.

"Were you listening to my story? Improved sense of smell," Elizabeth said tapping her nose with a finger.

"Can you tell what it is?" He asked intrigued.

"Umm…some sort of beef with pasta…and cheese…lasagna? …It smells off though…do they put drugs in the food?"

"Impressive," Jervis said, "You even smelt the drugs." The door open and Dr. Gullenrow walked in followed by an orderly pushing a food trolley.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you've been treating our new guest well." Nobody answered him. "Miss Howard, how are you? I hope the others have been keeping you entertained."

"Yes, they are very…interesting."

"Don't forget charming and devilishly handsome," Edward interjected.

"You wish," Elizabeth teased. Dr. Gullenrow frowned he didn't like the way that Elizabeth was interacting with the Rogues. He had been there when Harleen Quinzell was seduced by the Joker and for the sake of his sanity he could not watch another sweet woman tread the same path.

"Good, good…here are those undergarments you needed," he said blushing slightly.

"Thanks!" Dr. Gullenrow grabbed her food tray off the cart and put it the sliding tray with the plain sports bra and "granny" underwear that all female inmates were required to wear. Setting the tray on the floor she grabbed the undergarments and ducked behind the curtain provided for privacy when conducting "business". She changed quickly and thanked the Doctor again.

"Of course, I don't know how we could have forgotten…" He turned to leave, "Oh and we'll be moving you to women's ward after it's repaired, should only take a week or so."

"Oh, okay, see you later Dr. Gullenrow." Elizabeth sat down in front of her tray and lifted the lid carefully sniffing deeply. The acidy smell of the medicine and creamy scent of cheese mixed horribly and almost made her gag.

"You were right lasagna," Jonathan said, "that is an impressive talent. Have you ever thought about putting your nose to use for others?"

"No. I wouldn't want to anyways; Gotham doesn't take well to freaks."

"Shame I know quite a lot of people who'd love to hire you."

Elizabeth frowned and poked at the overcooked broccoli accompanying the tainted lasagna. She knew that many people wouldn't want to hire once she got out of Arkham, either because they were scared or because their policy wouldn't allow it. Just like the Gotham Crime Lab's policy. And there was no hope in getting her old job back because the of the ex-Arkham inmate policy of the entire Gotham government. 'I'm sure Mr. Wayne will offer me a job, after all this is more his company's fault than the first time. If not…well then I'll deal with that later.'

Elizabeth took a deep breath of air and plugged her nose and took a large bite of the lasagna. The acid taste of the drugs was overpowering the taste of cheese making her gag slightly. She forced herself to swallow. "God that's awful."

"Do not worry the food is only drugged for three weeks after a break out," Jervis said.

"Really…do you know what type of drug this is? A sedative or something else?"

"Just a light sedative to "calm us down" as they say, it makes your mind sluggish so you can't plan an escape as well."

"Well, I won't be planning any of those so I think I'll be fine." Squaring her shoulders Elizabeth began choking down the rest of the lasagna.

The next day Dr. Gullenrow collected her a few hours after breakfast; the drugs were still having their effect on her so she didn't really catch where he was taking her. She sat in a similar room to where the police interrogated her yesterday except she was now chained to the table and Dr. Gullenrow was not with her. The door opened and Elizabeth looked up expectantly.

"Mr. Wayne!?" Elizabeth said astonished.

"Miss Howard are you okay," Wayne asked sitting down across from her.

"Am I okay, yeah I'm fine, the question is: are you okay!? The paper said you were injured."

"The papers have a tendency to exaggerate," he said holding up a bandaged arm, "Only a shallow bite, Batman saved me before things got worse."

"Thank goodness…Mr. Wayne I am so sorry about what happened, I just—"

"There is no need to be sorry," Mr. Wayne interrupted, "I blame myself for the incident, the serum hadn't gone through enough testing we should have waited and now thanks to me you've been branded a murderer."

"No, please don't blame yourself; you didn't know what would happen…whatever happened..."

"Ah, that brings me to why I'm here," Wayne said reaching into his pocket, "we want to take a blood sample. We think that the injection might have had the adverse effect of what we were hoping…"

Elizabeth froze and her face paled. "Wha…wha…what…? You mean…I…I'm… God Fucking Damn it!" Elizabeth yelled banging her fist on the table leaving a large dent. "After all I've gone through! After four fucking years of hiding myself!" Her face was contorted with rage and frustration.

"Your formula makes me lose my mind and slaughter four people! And now you tell me I'm changing even more! Do you know how hard it is to live knowing that if anyone found out your secret you'd be hunted and hated? Now I have reporters trying to find out if I'm going to become a Gotham Rogue! I will never get employed now! I can't even work for one of America's most corrupt governments!"

"Miss Howard please calm down," Wayne said backing out of his chair, "I only want to help you."

"HELP ME! I'm in this mess because you wanted to help me! That's it Wayne I don't care if I grow a fucking tail! I'm done with your help!" Elizabeth could feel herself losing control and the blackness she had felt before she had passed out in Wayne Industries but she didn't really care. She was too furious and upset to give a damn about what giving over to her rage would mean for her later.

Wayne could sense the change in her and rapped on the door to signal that Elizabeth had turned violent. Two orderlies burst in, along with Dr. Gullenrow. The large men grabbed her arms and held her back against the chair. Dr. Gullenrow rolled up her sleeve and pulled out a small syringe.

"Wait," Wayne called before the doctor could inject her with the sedative. "The drugs will affect the tests; let me take her blood first!"

"Fine but hurry," Dr. Gullenrow cried backing away. Wayne grabbed the syringe from where he set it down. Rushing around the table he quickly cleaned the area in the crux of her elbow, it took him several tries with her struggling but he finally was able to withdraw two vials of blood. When he finished Dr. Gullenrow stepped up and quickly administered the drugs. It was a heavier sedative than what was in the food, not strong enough to knock her out but send her into a dream-like that she wouldn't remember when they wore off. The drugs took effect in a half a minute and Elizabeth's head flopped forward. The orderlies released her cautiously, when she didn't lash out Dr. Gullenrow motioned for them to unlock her.

Bruce frowned as the orderlies lifted Elizabeth from the chair he had watched her eyes change from their usual soft golden colour to a fiery molten gold. The same rage and pain filled eyes in the beast he had fought the other day. He assumed the pain must have caused her change that time but it also appeared as though her animalistic side was brought on by anger. Making her all that more dangerous to the public.

"Dr. Gullenrow," he said catching the middle-aged man's arm, "We're expecting her genetic mutations to increase even more, there is already an increase in her strength…is there anyway, you'd be able to keep an eye on her for me and inform me what changes she goes though? I really do want to help her get her life back to normal."

"I know Mr. Wayne," the doctor said, "I'll keep an eye out. Just tell me what to look for."

The world around Elizabeth was fuzzy, white and fuzzy. "Oh god my head," she moaned rubbing her eyes.

"Back to the world of the conscious I see," a familiar voice said.

"Fuck. So, that wasn't a dream."

"No," Edward laughed, "you're still in Arkham."

"You have quite the amusing drug mumblings though," Professor Crane said, "what was it you said…oh yes "Don't let the monkey ride the lama it will only lead to pie!""

Elizabeth blushed deeply. "How long was I like that?"

"Oh…a good three hours or so, another thirty minutes more and you would have miss group therapy."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to miss that for the world…" She cried sarcastically, trying to shake off the last remnants of the sedative.

"I thought you weren't going to cause trouble, what did you do to get drugged," Edward inquired.

"I got pissed at Mr. Wayne when he told me that more mutations were going to occur because the serum he gave me to change me back to normal."

"They drugged you over getting angry," Jonathan exclaimed, "that is completely uncalled for!"

"Well, I lost it more than I should of," Elizabeth explained rubbing the inside of her arm where bruises were beginning to form from the needles. "I think I could've killed him if I had the chance…" She fell silent in thought. Could she have really killed Bruce Wayne? It didn't feel right to her. Did it? When she was told that she had killed four people it wasn't the thought of her actions that scared her. Not the killing, no. She was terrified of how that would affect her life; she felt nothing for her victims. Was that simply because she didn't remember killing them, that she didn't believe it? Or did she simply not care?

Elizabeth shook her head trying to clear her mind of the disturbing thoughts. Of course she cared about the victims, they were nice people, they had families, friends, lovers! Just like all other humans. Just like her… 'I am still human right?'