After a rather unappetising dish of 'Fine Arkham Cuisine' the inmates had been allowed to relax in the Rec Room before being escorted back to their cells.
Before leaving the Rec Room the evening paper had arrived. Kat had quickly grabbed a copy as she was being led out with The Joker, and had hid it underneath her Arkham shirt.
As Kat was shoved into the dingy cell she waited until the heavy footsteps of the orderlies had faded before removing the newspaper from under her top.
Quickly her eyes scanned the front page and there, under the headline 'The Animi', was the photo of her standing proudly in the back of a van.
"Now that," Kat grinned as she held the photo up to the glass so The Joker could see, "Is a good photo!"
The Joker sprung up to his glass wall to see. "Looking good Kat," he winked. "What does it say?"
Kat held the paper up to read it. "Give me a minute, I really need my glasses." Kat smiled. "OK! Today one of Gotham's newest, and very dangerous, criminals, stood trial to see what her future held. It was decided that Katherine Tailer was to be sent to Arkham Asylum to carry out rehabilitation. During a press conference after the hearing Katherine Tailer announced that she would be known as The Animi. After research it was revealed that The Animi is Gaelic for The Animal. It is hoped that Gotham City will see neither tail nor whisker of The Animi again." Kat finished looking up at the Joker. "I can't believe they found out what animi meant." She laughed.
The Joker laughed with her before speaking himself, "Well Kat you've almost qualified for Group Therapy." He grinned.
"Group Therapy?" Kat asked as she sat on the bed.
"Oh yeah, Jonny, Hats, Pammy, Eddie all go as well as some others, including myself," he told her.
"And what qualifies you for it?" Kat asked already slightly regretting the question.
"Well you have to have a good gimmick," The Joker started, counting the points on his fingers. "You have to have an alias; you have to be front page news and brought in by Batsy!" The Joker smiled.
"And what else do I have to do?" Kat inquired, rather curious now.
"You have to be smart enough to get out of here," he continued. "And-"
"Stupid enough to get caught." Kat interrupted him.
"I wouldn't call it stupid," he huffed. "I would say careless."
He grinned and Kat's ears started twitching, once again the thugs known as orderlies were coming their way. "Orderlies." She told The Joker.
"Oh," he smiled. "Hello boys!" He grinned as two orderlies came up to his cell.
"6:30 Joker, time for your Group Therapy session." One of them told him as the other unlocked the heavy door.
"Speak of the Therapy Devil," she sighed to herself.
"Alrighty then!" He grinned at Kat as he was taken out of his cell. "See ya Kat!" The Joker called as he was lead away.
"Later Chuckles!" she yelled back, the cogs in her mind turning. "Much later," she added to herself quietly.