"So what is wrong with our newest suicide patient?" asked Doctor Smith as Jonathan handed him the notes he had taken on Lena.

"She seems fine, or as fine as a suicide patient could be, but she wouldn't tell me why she put the knife to her wrist." Jonathan had a way of making people tell him what he needed to know, but Lena was different from everyone he had ever had to asses. She was a closed book, she refused to open up. "You can go in and see her if you need to,"

"No, I trust you. What did you think?"

"Well, like I said she seems fine," I just told you, you bumbling idiot!

"No, not medically, personally."

"She defiantly comes from an abusive home, so that is probably most of the problem." Jonathan didn't bother to tell him any more, he knew that Smith was bored with the topic already.

"Alright," Smith said with a sigh. "Get Janis to get set her up with a room for suicide watch."

"How long will the watch be?" Jonathan asked. He needed to know where she was going to be put and for exactly how long so he could test his toxins on her. All he needed was a few hours, and he was out of there. Even though this girl was beautiful, he couldn't risk the chance of falling for one of his test subjects. And besides, she was a patient at Arkham, if only for a short time. If he were to walk around with one of the patients, then people might think that he is insane also.

"72 hours, why do you need to know?" Smith smiled and said in a sarcastic voice, "Are you going to seduce her during her suicide watch?"

Jonathan forced a laugh and tried his hardest to keep his mouth from saying something that he would regret. "No, no. She is all yours."

"Technically no," the doctor frowned. "She is all yours."

"Excuse me?" Jonathan was utterly confused.

"Since you were the one who evaluated her and determined if she was sane or not, you are the one who gets to stay with her here."

Jonathan's face fell. "I am afraid I don't understand."

Smith sighed, "You need to stay with her and watch her for her 72 hour suicide watch." He patted Jonathan on the back, said, "Have fun," and walked away.

Jonathan stood there for a few minutes, trying to register what had just happened. I have to stay with her for the entire 72 hours? That is insane! All I need is an hour or so to test my toxins. I don't want to have to stay here for three days! I can understand staying over night to get work done, for I do it often. But three days! He shook his head as he resigned himself to his fate. Oh well, at least I can see what the toxin will do to her after the major effects wear off.

After he went to Janis and got a room set up for Lena, he walked up to Mallory and Bob. "Mrs. Flowers?" She looked up from the magazine she had been reading. "We need to keep Lena here for the next 72 hours for suicide watch. Only then can the doctor make a sure diagnosis. You will get a call when she is ready for pick up. Now if you will excuse me, I have an important matter to attend to." And he walked away, leaving Mallory with a perplexed look on her ugly face.

He walked back into the room and Lena picked her head up off the table. Her eyes got a little bit wider and she said, "I thought that Doctor Smith was going to come in and put me into suicide watch."

"No, a family emergency has come up. But you do need to stay here for suicide watch."

She sighed. "Okay, but do I have to wear the jacket?"

"I think I can manage letting you slide on that particular detail as long as you promise not to try anything stupid, like trying to strangle yourself."

"I promise. So, am I going to have to stay in the room alone?"

"Not the entire time, no." A few hours in she will be far from alone; she will have all her fears to fill her, and the Scarecrow to comfort her. "I will be with you most of the time."

"Okay." They left to get Lena set up in her room, leaving the straight jacket behind.

Jonathan and Lena walked into the room and she looked around. The room was suicide proof. The long two-way mirror was a good four inches thick, so you couldn't break it, even if you did somehow manage to find something to throw at it. The bed was mattress, no sheets or anything. Not even a pillow. I guess they thought that the person in this room would try to strangle themselves with the sheets, or suffocate themselves with the pillow. Damn. That is crazy, but then again, this is a place for crazy people. The bed frame itself was concreted into the floor. The floor and walls were padded as was the ceiling. There was a clock on the wall, but it so far out of reach, that the metal cage they had around it was pointless. There was a desk, also concreted into the padded floor, but why it was there was beyond Lena to understand. There was nothing to do in the room that would require the use of the desk.

"If you need me," Jonathan said, breaking Lena out of her thought. "Just press the button under the mirror. It's a call button, normally I will answer, but if I can't make it there right away, one of the nurses will. Your food will be brought shortly." He made for the door.

"Mr. Crane?" she called.

He turned around, hand on the knob, and said, "Jonathan."

"Well, Jonathan, can you do me a favor?" He looked at her, his eyes telling her to go on. "I am going to be here for 72 hours, right so would it be possible to bring me some paper and pens?" Jonathan nodded.

"I'll see whatI can do."And hewalked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

The door shut and Lena stood there. She was stuck in this place for three whole days. She didn't know what she was going to do. The least these Arkham people could do was give her something to occupy her time. The caged clock on the wall said five to twelve, and all of the sudden she felt so incredibly tired, she didn't think that she could take another step. She dragged her feet over to the bed and flopped down upon it. As soon as her head hit the mattress, she was fast asleep.

Jonathan walked in a few minutes later, with her tray of food, paper, and pencils. He saw that she was almost dead to the world, so he laid down her things on the desk and exited as quietly as possible.

As soon as he was sure that the door was shut and locked, he pulled out his recorder and said into it, "Name of Subject S: Lena Serenity Bell. Age of subject: 17 years, 11 months and 1 day. Occupation: student at Gotham U and Temp. Subject S Subject Suicide.

"Subject S is currently sleeping due to fatigue, both mental and physical. It is," he paused to look at his watch, "as of now 2400 hours (12:00 am). I will watch Subject S for a few more hours to see what the reaction to the harsh conditions of Arkham will do to her. Not sure when the toxin will be most effective. Must learn more of what her fears are."

He turned the recorder off, straightened his jacket, and went to his office to get the toxins for when Lena woke up.


Author's note: Thanks so much for everyone who reviewed! It is by far one of the best feelings to know that people like your story!

Blodeuedd (I hope I spelled that right): You are one of my favorite authors on fanfiction and to get a review from you saying that you like my story will get me through the entire school year with a happy attitude! I don't care if anyone else thinks it sucks, as long as you like it I shall be content. Thank you for the nice words of encouragement and I hope you will stay on board; it gets more interesting soon!

Johnny A. O: I did kinda get the mary-sue vibe from a few of my beta readers also, but I promise Lena isn't. And I can understand where you are coming from, in the first few chapters Lena is a bit one dimensional, but she gets deeper as the story goes on. I just didn't want to give away some of the major plot lines in the first chapter. But I promise you she will be more developed in the next few chapters. Thanks for reviewing!

Hope you enjoyed this one, and as soon as I can get my lazy ass to write it, I will post number 3.

Love,

Celia.