Once they placed him into a holding cell, Arthur burst out into a laughing fit. Nobody was there to tell him to shut up or mock him because of his condition. For once, he was free to suffer the misfortune of his good deed. He helped Wendy and saved her from her ex-boyfriend again, but soon as he heard the fat cop tell him to halt, Arthur's angry demeanor changed and he suddenly became afraid. After he was handcuffed and placed into the back of the cop car, he didn't know what happened. His mind went blank.

While he sat there in his cell, Arthur had plenty of time to reflect on how his life was going. The isolation of a lonely existence, along with being bullied and ridiculed for his condition, had him wondering if all of this was really worth the trouble. He tried to be a good man and follow the rules of society, but like the social worker had told him before, nobody cared about him. Arthur had never been arrested before and he remembered hearing stories on television about how criminals were treated in prison, whether they were innocent or not. Luckily for him, Arthur had forgotten his gun back at the apartment. If the police found out he wasn't allowed to carry a concealed weapon because of his mental illness, it probably would have gotten him into even more trouble. More than anything, Arthur worried about his mother and what would happen to her if he never returned.

He also didn't like the thought of being confined in a tight space for very long. He wasn't claustrophobic, but something about being there made him feel like he was locked up in the mental hospital again. Arthur couldn't remember much from his stay at Arkham. He only remembered being locked up in a white room and constantly banging his head against a small window on the door. His memory, he had to admit, was very bad.

Two hours later, a sergeant named James, one of the cops who arrested him, came over to Arthur's cell and unlocked the door and said, "Arthur Fleck?"

"Hmm?" Arthur turned his head and looked at him.

"You're free to go, sir. You just made bail."

Arthur didn't see how it was possible for him to be getting out so soon. He stood up and walked out of his cell without question, following James out to the main lobby. The sergeant pointed and told Arthur, "She's over there."

He found Wendy pacing back and forth. She looked over at him and ran over to Arthur, throwing her arms around him and embracing him into a tight hug. "Arthur, thank God", she said, releasing him and looking him over. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"Wendy, I'm all right", Arthur told her. "What's going on? How did you-"

"I posted your bail. I couldn't stand the thought of you being here over night. I straightened everything out and told the judge what happened. You don't have to go to court. "

"What did you do? I mean, how much did you-"

"Look, don't worry about it, okay? My uncle has powerful friends and he's got money. Not as much as Thomas Wayne, but let's not talk about that right now. Right now, I just want to get out of..."

Wendy trailed off a bit, seeing the fat cop that arrested Arthur coming out of his office and handing a case file over to a receptionist at her desk. He stole a donut from a pink pastry box and took a huge bite. He looked over and saw the auburn-haired woman stare at him with a hateful glare, her teeth bared into a twisted snarl. She wanted to kill him.

Wendy tried to ran over and lunge at the man who arrested Arthur, who grabbed her by her shoulders and held her back as she screamed to Eckhardt, "You son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill you!"

Eckhardt waved off her threat and turned around to walk back into his office.

"You fucking prick! I'm gonna tear your head off! You don't know who you're fucking with, you bastard!"

"Wendy, stop it!" Arthur told her. "He's not worth it."

Wendy tried in vain to pull herself away from Arthur, but it was no use. She was making a scene, but she didn't care. Something needed to be done about what happened to Arthur. She couldn't just let this go.

"Let me go!" Wendy protested, struggling to break free from Arthur's grip.

"No! I'm not letting you go until you calm down", said Arthur.

Wendy stopped fighting him and sighed deeply in frustration. "Okay, fine", she said. "I'll calm down."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now let me go. Please."

Arthur waited a moment, making sure she would keep her word. He finally released her. Wendy turned to look at him, but Arthur had a feeling she might go into another rage again. He held an arm out in case she tried to repeat her anger, but all Wendy did was stare at him. There were tears in her eyes. Arthur reached his hand out to touch her face, but Wendy pulled away from him, shaking her head in disbelief.

Wendy turned around and walked away from him, running into the men's room. Placing her hands on the counter, she started crying, her head hung low in despair. She was deeply upset about what happened to Arthur, feeling that it was somehow all her fault. Arthur knew about her past with Mark and probably thought it was all a set up. He might never forgive her. She would never have come to Gotham if she knew it was this corrupt.

Arthur came into the bathroom and went over to Wendy, asking her, "Are you all right?"

"No, I'm not all right", Wendy told him, sniffling and putting a hand to her face to wipe away her tears. She didn't look at him.

Arthur tried placing a hand on her shoulder, feeling her tense up from his soft touch. Arthur pulled his hand away and asked, "Wendy, what's wrong?"

"Everything", Wendy cried, still refusing to look at him. "This is all my fault, Arthur. I never meant for this to happen."

"You didn't know", Arthur told her. "You didn't know Mark was going to show up. You were just as scared as I was."

Wendy let out a sob and tried to stay calm, her body shaking as she took a breath and said, "I'm so sorry, Arthur. I never wanted to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me, Wendy. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Neither did you. That's the point." Wendy turned around to face him. Her face was red, her eyes turning pink and her nose running. "You didn't do anything wrong and yet you were the one who got arrested, not Mark. First you lose your job and then you get thrown in jail by a corrupt cop? How can you not be angry right now? You act like you don't care you got arrested for no reason at all. You haven't done anything wrong."

"It won't do me any good to be angry, Wendy", said Arthur, softly. He tried to stay calm, knowing he could go into one of his hysterical laughing fits at anytime. That probably would have upset her even more.

Wendy sighed and lowered her gaze, telling him, "It's just not fair." Shaking her head, Wendy felt more tears begin to edge at the corner of her eyes. "I can't stand seeing bad things happening to people like that."

"It wasn't your fault", Arthur reassured her. "You didn't know Mark was going to show up. I saw how you were afraid of him. I was probably more worried about you than I was of myself."

Wendy stayed quiet for a long time, still refusing to lift her head up and look him in the eye. She finally told him, "I just don't want you to hate me."

Arthur's brow creased in confusion. "Why would I hate you?" He asked her. "I don't hate you, Wendy. If I did, would I be standing here talking to you right now?"

Wendy sniffled, wiping her cheek and answering softly, "No."

Arthur took a risk and slowly placed his hands on her upper arms. Wendy didn't flinch that time. "The world is a dark, cruel place", he reminded her. "We can't do anything about it. No matter how bad things gets, we just have to go through life and put on a happy face."

Wendy couldn't understanding how Arthur could be so positive about his situation. His optimism astounded her. He should have been angry. Maybe he was, but refused to show it in front of her. She felt like crying again.

Before she could turn away from him, Arthur tightened his grip on her shoulders and said, "Don't. Don't do that to yourself."

"Why not?" Wendy asked him, her voice sounding broken.

"I don't want you to shut me out, Wendy", said Arthur. "I want you to look at me."

Wendy shook her head, refusing to face him. "I can't", she whispered softly.

"Wendy, just look at me", Arthur begged her, softly. "Please?"

Wendy forced herself to look into Arthur's eyes, his face full of compassion, but once she did, Wendy inhaled sharply and threw her arms around his body, clawing her fingers on his back in a tight grip. He felt so thin.

Arthur carefully wrapped his arms around her and placed a hand on the back of her head, offering soothing, comforting words. "It's okay, Wendy. It's okay."

"No, Arthur, it's not okay. This is not okay." Wendy gasped and continued crying.

"Shh, don't say anything", Arthur whispered softly in her ear. "Just calm down. I'm right here, I've got you. Just relax."

When Arthur pressed her to his chest and held her tight, Wendy let out a hard sob and cried into his shoulder. He rocked her gently, reminding himself of the morning after the night they first met and how he sang to her to cheer her up. Arthur was very protective of Wendy. He knew she meant him no real harm, but seeing her upset like that worried him. He didn't like seeing her cry and being so sad. It broke his heart.

After a couple of long minutes, Wendy finally started to calm down. Arthur released her and reached over and took out a paper towel from the dispenser and handed it to her to blow her nose. Wendy took it and blew her nose loudly. She sniffled and took a deep breath, trying to get better control of herself. Arthur put a hand to her face and wiped her tears and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Wendy looked at him and let out a shaky breath, staring back into the gentle gaze of Arthur's soft green eyes.

"Listen to me", said Arthur, his voice warm and soft. "Everybody has a bad day. It's not the end of the world. I don't want you to be upset, Wendy. Everything's going to be all right now. Okay?"

Wendy nodded again, too choked-up to answer him back.

Arthur leaned forward again, this time to touch his forehead gently to hers. He felt the heat of her skin against his face. He could smell the salt from her tears. Wendy placed a hand on his wrist and sighed deeply.

"Maybe it's best if I took you home", said Arthur. He put his arm around her and told her, "Come on. Let's go."

Soon as he got back to the apartment, Arthur walked into the main lobby of the building and glanced over toward the mailbox, but decided not to check it. He would do it in the morning. He went over and stepped into the elevator. Before the doors closed, Arthur stopped it with his foot and looked to see if Sophie was coming. He didn't see her. He stepped back and pushed the button and let the elevator take him up where he needed to go.

Once he got into his apartment, Arthur locked the door and latched the chain and took off his coat. He walked into the living room and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it and took a big drag. He blew out smoke, his nerves jittery from the scariness of today's action. He checked under the couch cushion and found his revolver in the exact same place where he left it. He picked up the gun and looked at it, cocking the deadly weapon.

"Happy?"

Arthur looked towards his mother's bedroom, forgetting that he wasn't alone in the apartment. "Yeah, Mom."

"Happy, where have you been? It's late."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Where is your head lately, Happy?"

"I don't know, Mom. Not here, I guess."

"Sometimes I worry about you, young man."

"Fine, whatever", Arthur mumbled under his breath. He sat down on the couch and placed the barrel under his chin, pulling the trigger. It clicked on empty. He imitated a gun explosion, pretending to blow his brains out.

Once he took care of his mother for the night, Arthur got into the shower and washed away the filth from his stay at the police station. Just the thought of being in there made him feel dirty.

After a long, hard day, Arthur walked out into the living room wearing no shirt, only his dark blue sweatpants. He sat down at the table and wrote in his journal: "I wonder how many other innocent men have been put in jail for a crime they didn't commit. Do they seek revenge? Do they go out and kill those who have wronged them? Should I?"

Dark hallucinogens and disturbed voices replayed over and over in his mind, overcasting the very image of the auburn-haired beauty who still thought about him, completely unaware of his crime.

On the other side of town, Wendy walked out of the bathroom and went back into her bedroom, drying her hair with a towel. She was naked, until she swapped her towel for a silk bathrobe lying on the bed and put it on. She went over to the vanity and sat down and picked up a hairbrush, brushing her flattened wet curls. She thought about Arthur and how she got so overwhelmed today. Wendy still felt like she had betrayed Arthur in some way, even though he told her she didn't. It seemed as though it didn't bother him that he got arrested. She expected him to go into a laughing fit, but wasn't sure whether he did or not while he was being held in temporary custody. She didn't bother to ask him. Arthur was more concerned for her than he was of himself, he told her. Was that his way of trying to tell her something? How could he be so calm about all this? Wendy wished she knew the answer.

Wendy didn't know what it was, but there was something about Arthur that practically made her fall in love with him the first time she ever saw him. Her heart felt warm every time she thought about him. He was kind and charming and always tried to make people laugh. Even though he was happy, Arthur still looked sad, but he never let it bother those around him. Much like her, he was a loner. They were from two different worlds, but they still cared about each other.

Wendy stood up and went to put something on for the night, but then looked over and caught sight of a couple dancing on TV. She stood there watching an old black and white movie, listening to the crooning voice of Fred Astaire serenading Ginger Rogers. They danced away from a crowded room and across a small bridge into a deserted ballroom.

Wendy looked down at her feet, stepping her left foot over her right and turning her body to the right to face an invisible man. Raising a hand onto his shoulder and taking hold of the other, Wendy led the way into a slow ballroom dance, the imaginary figure starting to take form as she handed over the dancing to him. The voice of Fred Astaire continued to play as the scenery changed in the background. All colored faded from reality, showing nothing but black and white. Wendy finally saw the man she was dancing with. It was Arthur. He was dressed from head to foot in a black tuxedo and white tie, his hair slicked back and a white flower on his lapel. Wendy was wearing a long, white feathery dress, her hair all done up like in a wedding magazine.

Arthur glided her across the dance floor, spinning her under the pale moonlight. The moment was enchanting, dreamlike and romantic. Wendy just wanted to live with him there forever.

"You dance so beautifully, Arthur", said Wendy.

"Not half as beautifully as you do, my dear", Arthur told her.

"Oh, surely you don't mean it."

"Oh, but I do. One kind word from a stranger can change a person in more ways than you can ever imagine. When I first met you, you were only a broken bird, but I mended your wings and taught you how to fly again."

Wendy chuckled and told him, "You have such a way with words, Arthur. You're so sweet and kind to me."

"I was going to say the same thing about you, Wendy. You're one of the most kind-hearted, respectable creatures I've ever known."

"I love you, Arthur. Kiss me."

"Say you'll marry me, Wendy. Let's get out of this miserable city and never come back."

"I will, Arthur. I will follow you anywhere, no matter what."

Arthur smiled and lifted her into a spin, sweeping Wendy off her feet and bring her back down again, twirling her around in a daze and spinning her away. Wendy spun back over to Arthur, who caught her in his arms and dipped her into a backbend. When he straightened her back up, Arthur looked at Wendy, who held her arms around his neck, never wanting to leave him. Just as she reached up to go in for a kiss, the color returned and the daydream faded back into reality. Arthur vanished. The fantasy ended. Wendy looked down at herself, seeing she was wrapped in nothing but a silk bathroom. The TV was on, still playing the Fred and Ginger movie.

Wendy sighed. It was only a fantasy, one that would never come true. Arthur probably didn't feel the same way about her the way he did about that black woman she saw talking to him today. She saw how he looked at her.

Once he was through writing in his journal for the night, Arthur rose up and went over to the couch. He stuck his journal between the cushions and sat and lied down on the couch, turning over onto his left side and resting his cheek on the pillow. He breathed through his nose, thinking about Wendy and the way she got all riled up today when she saw the fat bastard who arrested him. He didn't think she would get so mad about it. In a strange way, he found it attractive about her. For once, Arthur had met somebody who actually treated him like a human being. It was all he could think about. Even though he promised to see her again, Arthur still missed Wendy. He raised his head up a bit and grabbed the pillow behind him and held it close to his chest, using it as a replacement for the body of the woman he was in love with. Little did he know was that Wendy was thinking the same thing about him, as well. At the moment, she wished he was lying there in bed with her. She wanted him to kiss her again, not just on her forehead, but on her lips. The way he kissed her today only made her want him more. She wanted to feel his hands on her body, his skin against hers as they tried different things other than just a chaste kiss. Arthur and Wendy both drifted off to sleep that night, each one dreaming about each other.