24 hours had already passed since our initial imprisonment and things were not looking better. Doctor Chelsea handed us our schedules for the upcoming month, sliding the little paper under our cell doors. I took a long look at the paper, analyzing everything, hoping my brain could see something out of this. But no. I dont think Group Therapy sessions or How to Cook 101 lessons would give me a hint on how to fix this mess. I glared at my neighboring cell, catching a bored look on J's face.

"Whats the matter?"

"I was expecting better than a mere game of chess every Friday night if you ask me."

"Think J, think! You got me out of here once, cant you do it twice?"

"I dont know if you've realized yet Pumpkin, but this wing is a completely different one from your previous imprisonment. I have never been here or ever seen this place."

"Come to think of it, it looks a lot cleaner, nicer and...legal. I wonder whats the deal."

I was processing this information too well for my own sake. J was right, this wing was not the same, the feeling was different, even the doctors seemed willingly nice. Perhaps we could eventually get out of here if we played along? Pretend we were cured of insanity and washed away all of our crimes? I could imagine J being a good actor, but portraying the role of a sane person was out of my imagination for his being.

My thoughts were suddenly cut by the sound of chains and keys on my door. Security guards were opening our cells, quickly putting some metal cuffs around our wrists. The gap between each cuff was wide enough to give me some game for eating or anything of the sort. We were quickly escorted to what seemed to be a cafeteria , with a surprisingly modern look to it. This was not the Arkham i saw. We sat down next to each other, already having a plate of food assigned to our seats. I had to admit, it didn't look as disgusting as my rotten apples and bread did the last time.

The months flew by in Arkham like never I thought they would. I changed doctor over 13 times, all giving up in my case at the grand amusement of my partner in crime. He simply had fun fooling with the doctors, inventing a new sick way of murdering them every session, which caused him to change doctors every single week. At this rate I was wondering when they were going to be understaffed here, but doctors seemed to be coming in like flies.

Harley was taken to psych, where she was most likely tortured. All for having attempted murder on me 3 times in one week. Serves her well. I mean, jealousy shouldn't lead to murder, right? On another happy side, I made tight bonds with the Riddler, as they called him in Gotham. He made me laugh in a genuine, non psychotic way and took some of the asylum pain out of me a little. Oh, he was mad, but in a different way then J.

Speaking of, my relationship with Jack became the defining thing in my new life. I felt like I was the real me with him, that he took the best of me and highlighted it. Although I could tell that as the days in confinement passed, he was going more and more insane, he still remained sweet to me, which was something not everyone had to luxury to have here.

Just as we were "enjoying" our little routine here, an elite squad of GCPD officers came to us, interrupting our TV time and gently asked us to take our belongings and follow them. We were as puzzled as could be, but followed orders nonetheless, not knowing what to expect.

We reached the lobby of the Asylum, where a beautiful yet normal woman stood, smiling at us. I looked at J, hoping to see some familiarity between them but unfortunately, he looked just as lost as I did. As we reached the front desk, a woman in a suit held a paper to the woman.

"Here you go Madam Riley, thank you for everything and if you have any trouble with your daughter or Joker, please advise us and we will take necessary actions."

Excuse me, what? This woman was not my mother!