Author notes: I was inspired to write this after reading another FF story (sorry but i dont remember its name, but thanks to the author), also the characters appearing are heavilly inspired by Batman: Arkham Asylum.

Words in Italic, are thoughts.

Disclaimer: I dont own anything, DC Comics does.

Previously:

"Bring her to the party boys!"

Now:

"Your escorts have arrived." One said as they both entered, ghostly reassurances aside, Raven felt her powers where still gone. But that didn't mean she wouldn't fight, jumping off her bed she tried to aim a kick to the leg thug. Physical combat was never something she had tried to learn, much to Robin's annoyance, and it showed that the thug simply grabbed her ankle. Leaving her to hop uselessly on one foot with the other one extended. He twisted her leg slightly causing her to lose balance and fall face first toward the floor and the boots of the second thug, who caught her before he made impact. "Boss say's wants you in one piece, and we are going to deliver." They flipped her over onto her back, grabbing an ankle each; they towed her out of the room.

Raven could only curse into her gag at the pair; she was otherwise too busy keeping her head off the floor. It got harder and harder as they approached the mess hall, thankfully the pair got her to her feet before she gave up holding her head up. She had cast gazes down the corridors they passed and into the offices, hoping to spot something or something that could help her. She only spotted a single rampaging inmate in one of the cell corridor, and an unmoving foot poking out under a desk in an office.

Back on her feet the two thugs resorted to steering her in the right direction, with a hand on each of her shoulders. Coming up to the mess hall entrance, Raven could hear a voice yelling on the other side of the door.

"Ladies and Murderers, Arkham is proud to present to you, for the last time anywhere, our guest of honor! I give you: RAVEN OF THE TEEEN TITANS!" With the last word spoke Raven was shoved forcibly into the mess hall, balance lost she continued stumbling down the wheelchair ramp, right into the waiting arms of the Joker. Her appearance was met with cheers, whoops and a standing applause from almost every inmate in Arkham.

The Joker caught her gracefully around the waist, spinning 360 with her before halting, like he was finishing off a dance. His other hand was holding a microphone.

"Isn't she a beauty?" More whoops and other agreement was heard. "Let me tell you gentlemen a little story of our honored bird." He began forcibly steering her towards the main table, a nightmare image in its own right. Many of the doctors and guards were strapped down at the table to give the impression of dinner guests, they where all gagged somehow. Cash and Young were present, Cash straining in his seat, Young sat with closed eyes, trying to ignore reality. Joker thumped her on the head with the microphone as he passed, making her jump. "Now, now, Doc, it's impolite to snooze as I begin to tell stories, they are real killers." He giggled as he walked on, reaching the end of the table, he shoved Raven into something that looked like an electric chair. Since she was still in the straightjacket the thugs attending her, only bothered strapping her feet, chest and neck to the chair. Now immobile, besides her head, she could only sit and watch as some thugs lifted the chair off the ground putting it down on the table behind it, giving her a full view of the nightmare. Pretty much all the nameless inmates were wearing clown makeup and a party hat's of some sort. She could see all the so-called super nuts from her block standing near each other at the wall to her right, trying not to join in the festivities, yet four where missing. Bane, Croc, Harley and Crane. Raven knew the others modus operandi didn't include the spectacle in front of her, besides Dent who she guessed had the coin against him. Raven looked back at the guards and doctors, receiving looks of pity and desperation. Raven didn't approve of the dishes that were placed before them, if it wasn't a dead rat; it was the poison that killed the rat or a plate of human shit. Dr. Young fainted when her rat began twitching. The Joker began his twisted fairytale:

"Our fair bird claims she comes, from a land far, far, far away. Running away from her dear old dad," many "Aww's" can be heard, "she one day finds herself in the City of Jump. All is good she thinks, until she runs into the evil Boy Blunder." Many "buuh's" can be heard at the mention of the name. "The evil boy locks her up in a tower and continuously exposes her to danger and injury. Until she manages to escape to our fair city of Gotham, alas the damage has been done, the Boy Blunder's treatment of her makes her distrusting of strangers, so she runs from the first friendly face she meets, our illustrious Scarecrow." Raven was paying attention now to the demented fairytale, she didn't remember meeting Crane. Scarecrow himself bows at the cheers thrown at him, as he emerges to her left. "Alas our demented knight is unable to retrieve her, before the second Boy Blunder shows up to ruin the day."

"Wait… did he just say second?"

"But all is not lost, the caped menace delivers her here, to our fair Arkham, her new home!" The cheering began again as a light shone on a banner at the wall in front of her, reading:

"Welcome Raven."

"Welcome to the madhouse Raven, I'm sure you will enjoy your stay." The Jokers wicked grin gives her all the assurances that he is going to break her down to his level.

Speeding down the roads, passing many police cars on the way, six heroes hope they aren't too late. It looked strange for some of the cops; they were getting passed by two Batmobiles and two red bikes bearing the Robin insignia. Two hoping they can get there in time to contain the situation; four hoping there is still a friend for them to save when they get there.

"Now I'm sure you are wondering where the rest of our friends are at Raven? Fear not, they were just in need of a little change of dress code, Harley!" Said female entered from the door Raven had been pushed through, wearing the Harlequin costume and makeup that matched her name, waving wildly at her boyfriend with one hand a long cord in the other.

"Come on Crocky, done be shy." Harley must have pushed a button somewhere as, blue light blinked on the other side of the door, accompanied by a deep roar of pain. Tugging on the cord Croc stumbled through the door, a large metal collar around his neck. Which his large hands where trying to get a grip on.

"Ohh! Croc, you're wearing your Sunday vest." The Joker smiled broadly. "And here is Bane as well." Raven saw as two men dragged him in, he was wearing a mask with tubes poking out of its back that extended into a strange contraption strapped to his back, and both looked to be too big for him. Raven knew what it was, and the size was just right. "These fine gentlemen decided to have urgent business elsewhere, but I ask you, what could be more important than welcoming a new family member into our midst? Speaking of which lets give the word to our guest of honor, she must be dying to say something." Had the speaker been anyone else, the word dying in that sentence would have been harmless.

Raven gathered her last reserves of mental fortitude, her sanity's last stand. Letting out a low hiss, as he tore the tape off her mouth, leaving a reddish X on her face. Like some talk show host, the Joker jumped up on the bench next to her. Smiling politely he holds the microphone to her face, waiting. Raven couldn't think of anything other than the gravity of the situation, returning to the cold monotone voice the Titans had suspected her of holding a patent on.

"You're going to torture me then kill me in front of an audience, what do you expect me to say?" Everyone in the room had expected pleas, cries for mercy or crying at the least. No one expected a freezing cold reply like that. Even Dent could be heard failing to catch his coin, cursing wildly.

"My, my, life of the party aren't we?" Raven could tell the Joker wasn't pleased; his voice now contained a malicious edge. "Well we just have to do something about that. Mr. Crow, the laughing gas if you please." The Joker held out his hand to Crane without looking at him. The Joker looked sinister as he stood like that for s few seconds with a wicked grin on his face.

"Joe, you know that's your department." The Joker almost deflated out of his pose.

"Silly me, I forgot to cook some up. Do you have anything else up your hay filled sleeves?"

"Sorry, I could only manage to steal the stuff for the knockout gas."

"You monster!" Raven guessed Ivy's plant had been the victim from the outburst.

"Besides, I've got enough notes on her to last a while; I need to make more of that concoction." One piece of the puzzle landed for Raven, she must have come to Gotham, and run into Crane who must have sprayed her with something that made her go wild for almost three weeks, and gotten her picked up by a Robin.

"Well, where there's a will, there's a way. And where there's a Joker, there's a knife." Reaching down the Joker grabbed a large kitchen knife. "Let's put a smile on that face!" Raven remained indifferent at the sight her eyes only followed the knife as the Joker flipped it around. The light seemed to catch the blade, flashing the light into her eyes. It all came flooding back to her, the memories.