Chance sits silently in her cell reading in the dead of night. There's a soft knock at the Plexiglass door and she looks up, struggling to see who it is when the door unlocks and silently slides open. Once her visitor enters the cell and closes the door behind him, Chance instantly recognizes him.

"Eddie, I'd ask how you got out but that's a stupid question so instead I'll ask what you're doing in here."

"I grew bored and decided to have some intelligent conversation."

Nigma walks over and sits at the foot of her cot.

"And you picked me? I'm honored."

"You should be. What are you reading?"

"Lord of the flies. There's not much to choose from."

"What would you rather be reading?"

"...Animal farm. I've been wanting to read it for some time now. So how easy was it for you to get out of your cell?"

"46."

"46?"

"Ways to escape my cell. I used number 21. What happy pills have they been feeding you?"

"One antipsychotic, one to help me sleep, and one antidepressent. But I'm not taking that one. I'd rather not have a repeat of the date incident thanks you very much."

Nigma smirks. "So Dr Carver took Cranes old office. Have you given her a breakdown yet?"

"What makes you think that I'll give her a breakdown?"

"Because she paid her way thru her degree. I'm amazed that she hasn't bored you to death yet."

"Well that explains the word association."

Nigma reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a rubics cube. He tosses it into Chances lap. She picks it up and studies it with curiosity.

"What's this for?"

"They thought it would force me to focus my thoughts on a...more simple minded activity."

"So how long did it take you to solve it?"

"twenty three seconds. It should occupy more of your time however."

"Thanks Eddie. But I sucks at these."

"It's childsplay."

"We can't all be geniuses Eddie."

He smiles at Chance and pats the space beside him.

"Come here."

Chance sits up and scooter over to sit beside Nigma.

"Find the side that's the most solved."

Chance quickly turns to fact the red side up. Nigma places his hands over hers.

"Now watch closely, I won't repeat myself."

"My brain is a sponge."

...

Chance plays with her rubics cube in her cell the next morning when she hears her cell door slide open. She looks up to find two guards.

"Up Thompson."

"May I ask where you're taking me?"

"There was a mix up in the computers. You're being transfered to level three."

Chance shrugs to herself and stands before she walks over to the guards. She follows them to the elevators and up to the third level silently. Once on level three she follows them past a vacant cell next to Crane. They stop in front of an empty cell sandwiched between Garfield Lynns and Edward Nigma. Chance steps into her cell without complaint and hears it close behind her. Once the guards have left the level, Chance turns her attention to the air vent near the wall shared with Nigma.

"So how did you do it?"

"Are you insinuating that I somehow managed to hack into this facilities mockery of a secure computer system and altered your files?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Well in that case it was as simple as breaking into Arkhams office."

"Thanks Eddie."

"No need to mention it. And don't bother using the vent when there are simplier means for communication."

A brick slides out of the wall beside Chance and she walks over. She looks inside and finds herself face to face with Nigma.

"So who had this cell before me?"

"A serial killer. Don't pay it any mind, he died in from asfixiation last night."

...

Chance silently eats her lunch alone in her cell. She hears footsteps and looks up to see a girl in a revealing brown dress with rabbit ears on her head. Raising an eyebrow, Chance stands up and walks over to the glass door.

"Hello?"

"Hi Scare slut, I won't be long. Just looking up your new cell number. Hatty flipped out when he learned you were transferred."

Chance studies her bored expression for a moment before slight anger dawns on her.

"What do you do for Tetch?"

A sly smile spreads on her face as she answers.

"Just helping out, a little robbery here, a little tab keeping there..."

"Tab keeping?"

"Well, that's just you."

Chance feels her anger building.

"And how long exactly have you..."

"I always have. So about three years I suppose." The girl cuts Chance off.

Chance pales. "You...told him where I lived?!"

"Yeah."

The girl jots down the cell number on a sheet of paper, seemingly bored.

"You are the reason he did...everything to me!"

The girl chuckles. "Don't kid yourself fearsome, I work with the guy and trust me, he didn't do anything to you."

"How can you sleep at night knowing you helped him..."

"I could ask you the same."

"I believe in what I do."

"I believe in excellent pay. Please shut up."

Chance huffs and takes a step closer to the glass.

"Why? Am I bothering you?"

"Hardly. Your voice is grading."

"Aww, I'm sorry. Tell me, what bothers you about me?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's his infatuation with you. Maybe it's following you around. So, scarys good where it counts huh?"

Chance blushes slightly.

"How do you..."

"How did I know you two were sleeping together? I didn't...until now."

Chance glares at the girl.

"You little..."

"Well, I'm all done. She you around. The names Harriet by the way."

Harriet winks at Chance before skipping down the hallway to the elevator, out of sight.