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'Gwen, Commissioner Gordon's here. He wants to speak to you,' came Bruce's voice from outside my door. Commissioner? I'd woken up early and been dressed since five. I'd eaten for the first time in a week. My newly washed hair tied in a plait, and a clean purple t-shirt with jeans.

'Coming,' I called, and heard Bruce leave. I took a deep breath before leaving the room. By head pounding, I met Gordon in the Kitchen. He turned to see me when I entered, and smiled, 'How are you?' he asked kindly.

'Fine, Commissioner! When did that happen? I asked, taking an apple from the bowl on the counter, washing it and taking a bite.

'Long story! What about you? Worried we weren't getting you back anytime soon! It's been dull at the office without you!' he said, smirking.

'I guess you want to hear all about my week then!' I said, taking another bite from the apple.

'Yeah. When you're ready though.'

'I'm ready now! Bruce still needs to hear it too. Might as well tell you both here and now! Saves the trouble for later,' I said, leaning against the wall, facing Gordon, with Bruce in the doorway.

'Ok. Start from the beginning.'

And I did. I told them both of all the events of the week, starting with the fundraiser for Harvey Dent, and how I was taken by the joker. The first night with all the questions. I showed them the J carved into my arm. I hadn't really paid too much attention to it, but seeing it now, I realized it had become infected, and, noticing for the first time, rather painful. I told them of the awkward silences, of my refusal to acknowledge the Joker's existence, and of the childish game he played. The two bruises on my face were blackened, and slightly purple, now, however, I wouldn't try to hide them. I left no detail unheard. I finished with when I escaped, and the man in the chair.

Bruce and the Commissioner watched me a second, before Bruce said, 'so why hadn't you tried to leave before?'

This question confused me. Why hadn't I? I had tried, I guess, but I hadn't really. It never occurred to me to try to escape, until the explosions caught me off guard. I didn't say this, of course, I just said, 'I had tried, plenty of times, I guess that night I just got lucky.' I felt bad lying to Bruce, but if I had told them I hadn't particularly wanted to leave before then, things would get complicated. 'So what happens now?'

Gordon stood up, saying, 'well, first things first, we need to get you to a safe place.'

'I'm safe here,' I said, watching Gordon suspiciously.

'No, Gwen, you're not. He knows where you live, which means there's a possibility he will return for you,' said Gordon, sadly.

'Ok, so where will I go?' I asked, nervously. I saw Bruce shift behind Gordon.

'The only place we can guarantee he can't get you, is, well-' he broke off. Worried I already knew the answer, I pushed, 'Where, Gordon?'

'Arkham.' He said simply.

'What?' I asked, startle. Arkham? Arkham Asylum was the best place for me to go? I started to laugh. It just seemed to mad to be true. It was all a big joke, and it was hilarious!

'You can't be serious!' I laughed. His face was solemn. My laughter died, as I saw Bruce's face wore the same expression, 'Bruce?'

'I'm sorry Gwen,' he said, not daring to look at me. His voice cut me like a knife. Arkham Asylum was the best place for me, was it? They thought, did they, that a mad house full of dangerous criminals was the best place for me?

'No.' I said.

'Gwen, I'm sorry, but it seems that it is the only safe place for you,' said Gordon, imitating Bruce by not looking at me. This angered me. Not so much Gordon, but the fact that my own family agreed with sending me to the Mad House! And that it was safe!

'You have to be mad, to go there. Mad! Am I mad? Am I crazy? Have I lost the plot? Just cos I had a run-in with an old mate, means I'm going to Arkham?!' I asked, incredulously.

'Gwen, it won't be for long, it'll just be until the Joker is behind bars, and we can guarantee your safety,' said Bruce, calmly. He didn't understand.

'He's not gonna go down anytime soon! Don't you get it?' I almost shouted, while they still refused to look at me, 'And you won't even look me in the eye! Do you realise what that is like? Two out of three of the people I trust most in the world, sending me to Arkham Asylum for God knows how long, and you wont even look me at me!'

I felt like a child the way they were treating me. They knew I could take care of myself- the proof was right there, a week with a crazy, murderous clown, and I'm fine!

'Look at Me!' I yelled. Bruce lifted his head and looked me in the eye. I could almost see what he thought. The sad look that I saw staring back at me proved that he thought the same as Gordon. So, he thinks I'm mad, does he? That I'm a silly little girl who can't take care of herself!

'What do you think, Bruce? Next time you see me, it'll be behind a plastic screen over a telephone?' I said, madly, in a voice that was not my own.

'Gwen, calm down,' he said, quietly.

'Calm Down?!' I cried.

'Gwen, we need to go! This is the best for you, you need to recover from the past week,' came Gordon's voice from behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, but I spun round, glaring at him.

'I'm sorry Commissioner, but I have no intention of going to Arkham! None what so ever! So you can get that thought right out of your head!' I shouted in his face. This was not like me, but the feeling of betrayal from both Gordon and Bruce, made something in me snap. Maybe I was better off in Arkham! If I was to go there, I wouldn't go down without a fight!

'Gwen, come on, this is for your own good! I'm sorry this is the only way to keep you safe! Bruce and I are only thinking of you here! Please, calm down!' Gordon said, trying to stay calm. I spun round again to face Bruce.

'Gwen, he's right. Please, just go. I don't want to lose you too!' he said, weakly.

I breathed heavily, watching him for a second, until a sharp jab in the back of my neck sent my vision blurry. My knees gave way, and everything went black.