Sorry for such a late update. School has been a roadblock. Enjoy this chapterr. : By the way, thank you for all of the ridiculous shoe ideas. I love them! Haha :D

Gordon leads me from the interrogation room to the break room.

Doughnuts and coffee are on the counter.

I just grab a cup of coffee and pour in French vanilla flavoring. Yum.

I take my drink and sit down in a hard plastic chair at a table. Blowing on my coffee, I turn my head to look out the window.

Night had engulfed the city in its mysterious way. Street lights flicker, and the little traffic flows on the streets. It's peaceful for once, in a very, very long time.

Looking away from the window, I close my eyes and put my head back in my chair. I'm continuing my silence strike, now. I take a sip of my hot drink, the place it back down on the table.

Gordon has joined me at my little table. I look up at him, then focus on the steam swirls coming up from my beverage. He tries to talk to my, but I tune him out. His voice is just another buzz in the background of the world.

My thoughts wander around my head, think about all that has happened.

Absentmindedly, I run my fingers over my scars and think about him. For a strange reason, I rely on him. He is my provider. Even though I'm not by him, for the time being, I still cant help but feel connected to him. He's right, we are alike. No doubt about it.

Oh no. He is getting to me. He has control over me. I can't let this get out of hand.

But it already has.

I look down to my foot. It's bandaged and wrapped up.

I can still hear Gordon, but just barely.

I'm in a place. I'm somewhere deep in my mind that only I know about.

Or do I? I wonder…

Does Joker get in this state of mind? Is he capable of tuning out also? What if…

No, no, NO! We aren't alike! Not at all. I hate him. Hate him.

Oh who the hell am I kidding.

I'm there. I'm at the breaking point.

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It's been several hours since I realized I was on the edge. I was numb for hours. I fainted several times, and I'm back in the hospital.

Which is good thing.

The police stating was blown the pieces earlier.

No doubt it was Joker.

Now the hospitals are being threatened. But, no worries. I'm safe. In my mind. At my breaking point.

Slowly, but surely, I am becoming more like him. It's crazy. Or maybe that's just me?

But does it matter?

People are being evacuated. Except for me.

I'm being transferred. To the Arkham Asylum. I guess I'm becoming a threat? Or I'm just loony.

I think that's what all the officers at the station thought. I recall talking to myself… Well who doesn't?

Footsteps sound down the hallway, and several doctors come in.

They take my from my room, and now I'm walking down the cold corridor. We get in the elevator, and they all seem to just stare at me.

I glare at them, and hiss. Haha, they look horrified. Good. They should be.

I'm quickly ushered from the hospital to a car. And off we go.

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I've been here several days.

And I have only said two words.

"Coloring book."

And I got one. Hello Kitty.

But now I'm obsessed. I color day and night, and only stop to sleep.

I color every page to perfection. Blue skies, green grass, yellow suns, cute, bright color combinations for Hello Kitty's outfits. Only perfection. Because we don't have any of that in the real world.

I got word of another explosion.

The hospitals.

I think he's looking for me.

I pause for a second, looking up from my coloring book, and to the mirror. All I can do is stare at myself. My hair is a mess of bed head curls, (which doesn't look too bad.), my eyes are still green, though they have lost the human look they used to have. But I know I'm still human. It's hilarious to mess with the doctors. The mirror is a one way glass. I can't see them, the docs, but they see me. Me and my 'craziness'.

Yesterday, Gordon came. And what he and the doctors don't know, is that even though I don't talk, I still listen. I have sharpened my listening skills pretty well.

He told the doctor about my mom.

She was found dead at home. Suicide with over the counter prescription.

I drop my crayon, and stand up. I only color on the floor. The bed has straps on it that people can bind me too. I learned that on the second day here.

I had started to color on the wall. I started to color his signature smiley face one the white wall. I cant do that in my coloring book! It would mess it up.

The ran in here and took away my crayons.

So now I can't color with my black, red, purple, or green crayons. So my grass will stay blank until they give them back. Jerks.

Anyways, I stand up, the linoleum floor cold on my BARE feet. I want shoes already!

I start to pace back and forth. Then I walk toward to barred window. I grip the chilly metal in my small hands, and look out.

Arkham is surrounded by water, except for the strip of land that connects this place of isolation to life. With my window I get a nice view of the road. It's nice to see who is coming and going.

My eyes scan the road, and rest on the black SUV that's barreling down the road, much faster than the other vehicles that come here.

I recognize the car.

Here come my shoes.

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Once I realize that the Joker is coming, I start to smile. I can't help but at least get excited over the possibility that I will be leaving this hell hole.

And get new shoes.

Without thinking I turn around to the 'mirror', and break my non-talking streak once again.

"You are so going to get it now." I threaten to the glass. Then I smile. I feel my scars tighten, but it doesn't bother me, it feels…nice. Like it was suppose to feel that way.

Suddenly, the door opens, and a couple of doctors and Gordon step in, looking a little shocked at my outburst.

"What are you talking about, JB?" Doctor Arkham himself asks, as though its just and interesting and unexpected find in an experiment, which it probably is. Gordon just looks worried.

I stare at him blankly like nothing happened. He stares back.

I break our eyes apart, and result to coloring, and my mind, to take my away from his lighted eyes. I'm not giving him any other warning.

WEEP. WEEP. WEEP.

The alarms sound all throughout the building, and everything is thrown into chaos. The doctors all turn quickly out of the room, Gordon following suit, giving me one last questioning glance. I smile devilishly back.

I turn back to my activity, but stay in the real world instead of going back to my own. I can hear people running, screaming, and gun shots.

Just when it seems like things couldn't get any louder, all is quiet. And I hear several pairs of feet walking down the hallway.

The code lock for my room is being tapped.

The door opens with a bang.

I slowly turn around from my coloring.

And there he is.

Decked out in his usual green, purple, and face paint, he stand before me, holding Arkham by the collar, and is accompanied by several of his thugs.

Daniels isn't among them.

Joker smiles at me, and drops the doctor.

"Long time, no see, babe." He cackles, and motions some of his guys forward. They crowd into my room, but I keep my focus on the clown.

Taking his time, he steps towards me, and crouches down to my level.

"You ready to get out of here?" He asks sarcastically.

"Hell yes." I answer back.

Arkham is still on the ground, terrified.

"Later, doc." I smirk, as I kick him in the ribs as we make our escape.

As we leave the building, only five people were shot.

But a countless number were lying dead or injured, I guessed from the grand entrance.

Gordon being among the crippled.

Trying out my acting skills, I throw him a scared look on my way out.

He tries to say something, but is kicked in the stomach.

I'm half dragged to the car, and thrown in the back seat. The car peels away with a screech as we head back to the mainland.

In the back is a pile of clothes.

Scooting as far away as I could from Joker, which wasn't far, I get dressed under my Arkham scrub-like clothes.

Once I have my regular attire on of a camisole and soccer shorts, I take off the ugly white clothes.

A thing about the asylum, too much white. It was like they were purposely torturing me.

I look back at Joker.

"Well?" I snap at him. He looks shocked for a second, but snaps right back.

"Well, what?"

"Where are my shoes?" I demand. A smirk over takes his face, and he fumbles under the seat.

"Right here."

He hands me a pair of black, strappy, stilettos.

My mouth falls open as I gape at them. I cannot, for the life of me, walk in high heels.

"You have got to be shitting me." I gape at him, looking from his Chelsea grin to the death heels.

"Nope. You like them?" He can't contain himself, and cracks up, holding his stomach, and tears come to his eyes.

I grab the shoes and drop them on the ground.

"I said shoes, not hooker heels." I grit my teeth at him.

"You in business, then?" He laughs again, moving closer to me.

Sighing, I try to push him way, but he grabs my hands, and puts them to my sides.

"Shush, shush, JB. I'll get you some better shoes…Just… not now." he whispers as he leans in closer to me.

I twist my head away, but his lips just land on my neck.

I think I'm good with going bare foot for a little while longer.

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