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Nirvana tried to hold on to the dress shirt of Joker as tight as she could but when his hands grasped her wrist he was easily able to pry the fabric from her grip. However neither Joker nor Harley backed away from the door but rather looked inside to see what was inside. Nirvana continued to speak, "Please, get me out of here. He's been experimenting on me, I can't take much more," she stated honestly.

"Well wait, let me look at you," he stated looking next to them and flipping on the light switch and the room was illuminated with its warm light. Joker and Harley looked at Nirvana with interest. Nirvana suddenly felt ashamed and very self concious and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the ground. Harley whistled lowly as she looked at her, "What, has he not been feeding you? You've only been missing a couple weeks. It looks like you've lost a ton of weight!" She commented before Joker pushed her face away from the window with a purple gloved hand and his face was the only one Nirvana could see. His hand came through the window and he beckoned her closer with a wiggle of his finger and Nirvana did so, stepping closer so that her face was next to the window where Joker's hand grabbed her chin and turned her head to both sides as if looking for something before tsking loudly.

"Oh darling, we can't take her out yet, she isn't fully cooked yet," he spoke to Harley before taking his hand back. Nirvana looked desperately out the window.

"No please. Please just let me out," she stated loudly, before she saw Harley's face came back into the window, "Please Harleen, have mercy, let me out," she pleaded while Harley made a face, "I told you not to call me that," and with that her face disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Harley, please. We were friends. Please let me out!" Her plea was met with silence. "PLEASE!" With this last cry, Joker's voice came back.

"We'll check back soon, don't worry Doc! We'll come get you when your goose has fully been cooked," he stated before speaking to Harley as he flicked off the light, leaving in Nirvana in darkness, "We have to tell all our friends that we found the Doc. We've all been so worried!" Before cackling echoed in the hallway and she heard footsteps moving away. Nirvana couldn't help the angry scream that echoed from her room, punching the door in a blind fury, causing her hands to throb in pain but she didn't care.

She wanted out more than anything. She just wanted to get the fuck out.

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The next day had been a quiet one. When the lights had flickered on, Nirvana had already been staring at the ceiling, she heard her food being brought to her and this time she had gotten up to kick the plate back under the door, hearing the metal tray clatter against the wall of the hallway and hearing the food scatter across the floor. She was moving back to her bed when she heard Crane sigh audibly but she made no point to speak to him. She wasn't hungry, she was just angry. She felt full on the anger in the pit of her stomach. She went back to staring at the ceiling in silence.

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Dinner seemed to come sooner than usual. She had been counting the minutes as she continued to lay on her bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She heard food being pushed under the door and the smell had brought her back to the real world. She looked down at the floor to see a large brown bag instead of the usual metal tray. She quietly got up from her bed and grabbed the bag. She looked inside to see french bread, some roast beef, and some potato soup. This was a meal Crane had seen her eat a million times for lunch. She pulled everything out of the bag and saw a bottle of water and under that was another Crane note. She opened the note and read it quietly. Her stomach immediately dropped, seeing the script written into the paper.

"Be sure to eat everything, you're going to need it.

-JC"

She breathed deeply through her nose as she reread it before folding it and moving to stick the note into her journal with the first note and placed the journal back underneath her pillow. Part of her didn't want to eat, just to spite him but she knew that would be a mistake. She ate in silence and noticed for the first time in the day that the music wasn't playing. She was suprised that she hadn't noticed sooner but figured it was because she had been focusing more on her situation than anything else. She knew she'd be going on another nightmare fueled trip soon and now she was worried. She shouldn't have kicked the food. It had made him mad. She should have learned not to anger the beast but she had been upset. And she hadn't acted out of anger too much she had been in this tiny room. She suddenly felt claustrophobic as she looked at the wall in front of her and took a bite of the bread and chewed in continued silence.

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The night had come quick but Nirvana had fallen asleep faster than she had expected. She had been over taken by exhaustion so suddenly she thought maybe Crane had put something in her food but she had laid down and let sleep take her. There wasn't much she could have done if he came for her. She could try to fight but he could over come her easily. She was losing her strength more and more by the day. She slept as soundly as one could with the thoughts that weighed on her mind. Her eyelids fluttered open when she heard a slight knock on the door. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to see if she had imagined the sound but when she saw a hand stick through the window and give a slight wave. It didn't look like Crane's hand but she still had a hard time willing herself to get up if it was a trap. Finally a pair of forest green eyes looked at her through the the hole in the door. She gently stood up from her bed and moved towards the door but keeping her distance till she saw the ginger eyebrows on a young face.

"Edward?" She asked quietly. Edward Nigma had been her patient for the past year, having been able to create a better relationship with him than Crane could have ever hoped she would achieve. She would never say she could outwit the genius but she had kept him entertained enough and had created a very effective therapy regiment to keep his mood swings under control when they were in session. No doubt Joker had told him where she was being kept but it didn't explain why he was out. Riddler could be a flight risk but was often able to be controlled enough to keep his escapes to a minimum. She moved closer to the door and looked through.

"Edward you have to let me out, please. Doctor Crane has been keeping me in here, performing experiments and I think it's gonna get really bad tonight," Nirvana explained, her eyes looking at him with desperation in her voices.

"Oh I know, Doctor. Or should I just call you Nirvana since you're clearly not a doctor anymore. Anyway, I've known that Crane has had you kept somewhere, I just wasn't sure where. Luckily Joker came by to tell me," Nigma explained, looking at her face with a smug look before looking around the room. Nirvana got closer to the window and spoke again.

"Edward let me out. Please," she stated as firmly as she could while her eyes gave her weakness away.

"I just came by to have you solve a riddle none of the doctors can solve," he stated boredly, ignoring her coolly.

"Edwa-"

"I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?"

She sighed audibly before shaking her head, "I don't know Edward, what?"

"Ooh that's no fun! I know you know it. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?" He repeated, his voice sounding jovial as green eyes glimmered in the darkness.

Nirvana rested her forehead against the door as she thought about it for a moment, "Are you Fear?"

"Oh no, I'm not fear," Edward replied with an eyeroll but before Nirvana could speak a second voice chimed in.

"I am," it stated and Crane's arm snaked into the room and placed something over her mouth and when she breathed in she immediately got light headed and the second breath made her fall to the floor. Crane opened the door and both Riddler and him looked at the collapsed woman on the ground. Riddler sighed and shook his ginger head.

"Don't kill this one, Scarecrow. I actually liked this doctor," he stated and Crane turned his gaze to the man next to him.

"Get out of here before I change my mind," Jon stated as he bent over and picked up Nirvana bridal style and turning on his heel and walking away from the Edward who looked after them before also turning and began walking out of the asylum in the dead of night. Crane cradled Nelson as they walked towards the basement of the wing that she resided. He had set up everything especially for her. Everything was ready, clean needles, fear serum, food, water. She would tell him her greatest fears but until she did she would beg for freedom.

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Green eyes fluttered open slightly as she felt something tightened around her left ankle. She heard noises but none that she recognized. Her groaned quietly and felt pain shot from the back of her head. She tried to left her hand to run it over the sore but her hand was met with resistance. Her eyes opened more and she looked around to see that her wrist was clamped down. She tried to left her body but her legs wouldn't move either. Her breathing quickened as she looked down to see Crane looking up at her, blue eyes filled with something she hadn't seen from him in the two years she had known him. Malicious, sadistic intent. She pulled at her restraints as hard as she could but nothing happened except pain.

"Nirvana," his voice came like ice to her ears and she closed her eyes so that she didn't have to look at them, "You've got one more chance," he stated in the same chilled voice, "Tell me what you saw," he demanded.

She kept her eyes closed and willed herself to stay strong. She had to stay strong. Fuck Crane. Fuck what he had done. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She wouldn't let him see her give up. Jon sighed and shook his head. She heard him move around, metal clinking together before she felt a sharp stab in her leg and her eyes shot open as she saw the thick orange liquid going into her flesh.

"You'll tell me Nirvana, it just depends on how difficult you want to make it for yourself. I don't mind waiting," he stated as he pulled the needle out of her flesh. She felt the toxin take effect almost immediately, feeling the same ice cold water that had engulfed her before. Just as the real world left her, Crane stood so that he was leaning over the chair, his face only inches from hers.

"No matter how long it takes."