Loud echoing laughter wakes Danielle up from her peaceful sleep and she glare sleepily at the clown. She was not ready to wake up yet, Danielle didn't much except for anger and happy feelings and she was 100% ready to march over to Joker and drag him by his ear and dunk his head in a toilet. The last person who woke her up ended up with a glass thrown at his head, she didn't hit him but he stilled whined about it for years as if she did. She hated being waking up in the mornings and she most of all hated being woken by someone.

"Did you know that penguins sometime sleep with other penguins for pebbles" She ask no one in particular as she stare at the ceiling giving up on trying to sleep again. The quiet is killing her as the Joker stopped laughing abruptly when she threw a shoe at him since she couldn't dunk his face in a toilet. . Her only response was one or two scoffs. After obviously waking on the wrong side of the bed and to be frank the wrong bed she was in a bad mood. She described this one as a stabby mood, it was a mood when she wanted to stab someone. Not kill stab someone but stab someone.

"I'm hungry" Danielle almost whine out rubbing her stomach as it angrily grumble for food. She didn't get any food last night and now she wanted her breakfast. She got a chorus of me too's from the few people in the yard that was awake. Too many were still sleeping though, in Danielle's opinion. If she couldn't sleep then why should they?

Letting an evil smirk grow on her lips she walked over to J's cell before gently nudging his shoulder. When he turns around she let the smirk be replaced by an almost sad frown as she tells him that she's lonely and wants her friends to wake up. Joker rolls his eyes at her before pushing himself to his feet and walk over to his bars. Joker put his hands around the bars and aggressively start banging and pulling them while screaming. The guards at the door was used to it so they didn't even blink at the event. In the heat of the moment Danielle joins in, screaming for them to wake up. The pair stop their wake up call when the other patients wakes up and sleepily throw some serious stink eye while asking what the hell they wanted.

"I was lonely and I wanted you to wake up" She simply state smiling.

"You hear that people, Dany was lonely" J breaks into a fit of giggles as he walks to a corner of his cell.

Danielle sit down on her bed again, bored out of her mind as she lean her head on the palm of her hand.

Le time skip and also Danielle POV

What I think is my new psychiatrist announce his presence in the ward by slamming the heavy door behind him as he rushes through it. Too bad they didn't have those doors that swing because it would be hilarious to watch him get hit by it. The fear almost ooze out of him as he pass Joker's cell, everyone's scared of him but to me he's nothing more than a very aggressive clown teddy bear. Behind the doctor comes two guards in their standard uniform carrying a white straightjacket. Now these two looked more like the stereotype than any guards she's seen so far, even Buffy and Duffy guarding the door. There is no way though that I am getting in that, no way josé.

"Nuh huh, I ain't going" I deny shaking my head at them.

"Oh yes sweetheart you are" one of the guards replies flashing me a wide grin.

Maybe I should act scared and then jump them. I haven't had a good fight in a while, I'm just itching to throw some punches. Pretty pretty pretty please come and get me. Stab them a voice tells me, kill them another one says.

The guards unlock my cell door before quickly making their way towards me. The one holding the straight jacket is inching slightly to the side. If I think about it he kinda looks like my stepfather. The first one at least, before I slashed his face up. The nose is all the same and the eye shape. I straighten up and bring my fists up preparing to swing them. The first one comes and immediately tries to catch both my fists in his hands. I try to swing my body around to avoid him but he takes a hold of my hands and try to force them behind my back as I buck and growl at him. I desperately try to kick him as the straight jacket guard comes closer but it's to no avail as the two slowly forces the jacket on me.

"Getting a bit kinky boys" I giggle at them as they slowly start walking.

"What the fuck, just a few seconds ago she was growling and behaving like an animal and now she's all giggly and happy" One of them mutters and I glare at his rudeness.

As we pass my one and only best friend's cell he sarcastically waves at me grinning like a mad man before sitting down in his corner. Walking out into the blue corridor I can't help but watch the door that Joker came out of when I first got here. I wonder what secrets it hides, maybe it's a potato room. I giggle at the silly thought, a potato room. No, why would it be. Maybe it's his psychiatrist's office and he had a session before I met him. Yeah that's probably it.

As we get back to the waiting room I see that there's a new bowl of fresh fruit on the pink table. A bowl full of bananas.

"My first stepfather used to call me banana all the time, according to him it was my name" I tell the guard closest to me as I glare at the damn fruit. I hate bananas and what they remind me off. Stupid bananas.

"That's messed up kid" He answered with a little bit of sympathy glinting in his eyes.

"I know" I flash him a sad smile before turning my head to the front to focus on my walking.

Flashback Danielle POV:

I was sitting in my room with my door closed. I couldn't stop crying as I heard the bangs and shouts outside of my room, I couldn't focus on anything else other than my stepfather's loud voice yelling at my mother what a slut she was for being with my dad years before they even met. I hate him, I hate him I chant to myself as I shut my eyes. I hate him I hate him.

A particularly loud crash makes me open my eyes quickly and rush to my door to see what happened. Looking through the keyhole I could see their figures as they were standing and yelling at each other. They were always fighting like this, about me. Every fight they had was about me in some way. They didn't have any money, it was my fault. The car wasn't working, I did something. And now here he was smashing things from my childhood that contained any evidence that he wasn't my father.

As he moves to smash a hat made of porcelain my mother reaches out to stop him with big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. He slaps her hard and she falls to the floor. I let out a sharp gasp and he turns stomping towards my door. I quickly stop looking and takes a hold of the door handle to stop him from opening my door. He was so strong though, he easily overpowered me and slammed the door open making me hit my head on the wall. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags me to my bed all the while I hysterically cry and try to tug my hair free from his grip.

He throws me down on the bed and straddles me. "Good girls doesn't eavesdrop." He cruelly grins at me before bringing one of his fat fist down on my face.

End of flashback

"But I got him later, I got him good" I cackle and the once slightly sympathetic guard looks at me with disgust in his eyes.

We walk quickly through the rest of the waiting room before going up 2 stairs and into another weirdly coloured hallway. This time a pale yellow with little butterflies scattered on the walls. Eww, that's disgusting. The psychiatrist in the front looks less and less nervous the closer we get to the red door at the end of the corridor.

"That your office doc?" I ask him nodding towards the door.

"Yeah" he answers and quickens the pace.

Throwing the door open I am suddenly blinded with sunlight and I want to shield my eyes but I can't because the stupid guards put me in this stupid jacket. I wasn't going to hurt anyone. Much.

The room is a dark grey colour and in the center of the room there is a metal table with two plastic uncomfortable looking chairs facing each other. Behind the chair closest to the door is a desk full with documents of different kinds and the cabinets are slowly losing their blue colour because of rust. There are some paintings in the room, all filled with cheerful smiling people of all kinds. Pushing me towards the table the guards positions themselves in the back of the room for protection. The psychiatrist slowly sits down in front of me. I stare into his eyes in an attempt to make him uncomfortable. Maybe I should send him a gift later if you know what I mean.

"So, Danielle is it?" The doctor begins as he avoids eye contact and instead begins organising the stuff he put on the table. I nod before leaning back in my chair with a smirk on my face.

"And who are you?" I ask him dragging out the u.

"I am your new psychiatrist during your stay here at Arkham, my name is Bob" I can't help but notice that he stuttered out his name. Clearly someone isn't comfortable being this close to me.

I decide to mess with him a bit and jump forward on the table and gets as close to his face as I can as I smirk out a "Hi doctor Bob" while tilting my head to the side. He gasps out a guards and his loyal watchdogs roughly pulls me down again. I can see the good doctor Bob go pale as I chuckle.

" H-How old are you Danielle?" He manages to get out and I can see his courage slipping away by the seconds.

"I might be 20 or I might be 34." I jest with him and at my respons he motions to one of the guards and they quickly slap the back of my head. Finally I think, some fun.

"A lady never reveals her age" I smile at him with my eyes squinted.

He sighs and this time he motions to both of the guards and they pull me out of the chair tugging me through the red door and I can see the disappointed look on Bob's face before he closes the door. Oh how wonderful I giggle, finally someone fun.

As we walk back into the ward that was currently my home my eyes are immediately drawn to the clown prince of crime as he stares at me. Once I'm back in my cell and the guards released me from the jacket I stare at J.

"Come to daddy" He tells me with a purr at the end and everything in me tells me to go to him so I do. He stretches out his arms and if we were not separated I would bury myself in them.

I plop myself down on the floor by his side and quickly reaches out for his arm and tugs it to my side and begin to play with his fingers. He gives me a light slap on the cheek and points to him. He demands all my attention on only him.

"What's on your mind dolly, you can tell J. Pretty pretty pretty" He growls out and I can't help but love the sound coming from him. I don't even know how he can make them but he is one of a kind.

"Please. I want potatoes J, I just want some potatoes" I pout at him before nuzzling his hand. I do very much want potatoes. It doesn't even matter what kind.

"Potatoes? Of all the things in the world you could want you want potatoes. Disgusting things" He gestures around him before giving me a slightly disgusted look.

I glare angrily at him before beginning my rant about why potatoes are awesome. At the end he sighs before stroking my cheek with his hand.

"Oh, baby so passionate. I love it" He leans on his wall and I resume playing with his pale fingers.