Penelope's eyes snapped open as she sucked in air for what felt like the first time. Her lungs filled and she her head lightened. The rush of oxygen gave her an incredible high it would take her minutes to come down from. Why she was having it now, though, she had no idea.

The environment around her was fuzzy and dark. Her ears were flooded with the muffled sounds of voices around her. It sounded like she was underwater. She didn't realize she was only partially submerged in a large pool of green liquid. The doctor was finding it difficult to remember anything. She had a horrible pain in her head, like someone had beaten her. She looked up to the ceiling, made completely of stone like they were underground...and so far away.

Slowly, she started to piece her mind back together. She was at Arkham. Or at least she should have been. There was a riot-a break out-no-an invasion. Mr. White- Batman- Titan-Joker.

Dr. Penelope Young was dead.

She was never a religious woman, but this could have been hell. She certainly felt like she deserved it after what she had done. Titan was horrible. She was just as monstrous as the victims of her serum.

When she was able to being herself back together, she looked around, flinching when she noticed the man closest to her. There were people all around the 'pool' she was in, but none as close as he. He was in the pool with her. And they were all chanting something...it was terrifying. What kind of odd hell was this, and if it wasn't hell, what kind of cult had she woken up in?

"Just breathe, Dr. Young. You're with friends now."

"So you didn't come back last night…" Nyssa commented from the kitchen when the hotel room door opened.

"It went swimmingly." Penelope said, her face doing to a terrible job at hiding her anger. She didn't really care about hiding things from Nyssa, especially her emotions. The doctor slammed her blonde wig down on the table next to the couch before going to her computer.

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." Nyssa said as she leaned against the archway that lead to the small kitchen area.

"I slept with him, if you want to know." Penny said absently, researching the topic of her mother's death.

"Was he good? My sister said he was quite good." The assassin teased.

"What do you want me to say, Nyssa?" The other woman finally gave up, spinning in her seat to look at her lover. "That he's everything I hoped for? He's the best of lovers?" She let out a scoff before turning back to the computer.

Nyssa looked down, clicking her tongue before she spoke. "Your mother was a liability."

Dr. Young's breath caught in her throat. She had suspicions, but never did the think Nyssa would actually do it. Her typing slowed to a halt as she tried to regain her voice. "You…"

"I made sure he did it quickly. She felt no pain."

"I told you to leave her out of this…I begged you." Penelope's hand balled into a fist on the desk. Her voice didn't rise, though. It stayed constant and calm, though her body language said otherwise.

"This is a true test, Arkham Knight. Will you let personal pain cloud your judgement?"

"Don't give me this League bullshit!" Finally, she snapped, jumping up from her chair and starting her movement towards the other woman. "I deserve more than that."

"No you don't. If you want to be a true Assassin, this is what must be done. Jennifer Young was your weakness." Nyssa rose her voice to force Penelope to listen.

Penny didn't want to hear it. She shook her head, biting her lip as she searched for the words she needed. "She was innocent. She didn't deserve this, Nyssa, you know that." When she didn't get a response, she dropped her head, picking it back up when she had something to say. "We move on Arkham tonight. If you have a problem with it, take it up with my mother."