Jesus, what time was it? Maybe that whiskey binge wasn't quite the right way to deal with my woes, at least I didn't barf or anything. I let out a great big sigh and contemplated what I was going to do with my well-deserved day off. First on the checklist was some ibuprofen, Lord knows I keep it in stock. Some of the detergents at work give me migraines, speaking of work, maybe I'll return the necklace when I go back in tomorrow. Then again I wouldn't want to offend him and have him go on a murder spree ending with little old me. On the other, other hand, he is in the asylum. Not like I won't have time to change the locks before his next great escapade, I'm probably not worth the time anyways; the Joker doesn't seem like the type of guy to focus on the little people.

Well, I might as well tidy up and do some laundry while I have some free time. I gathered all my laundry and went to the wash room in the basement; I find it kind of ironic that the inmates of Arkham get better detergent then me. Who am I kidding, I can't even afford fabric softener and they get to wear the softest jumpsuits in town. I guess I shouldn't complain seeing as how they live in tiny rooms and are hopped up on who knows what for their behavior.

I set the wash for one cycle and went back upstairs to lounge on my ass and watch some horror movies, when I heard the phone ring in the hallway. Shit, I ran into my room and banged my hip on the counter, to be expected from the worlds #1 clutz.

"Hello?" I answered the phone. I heard some fluttery breathing and then someone clearing their throat, as if assessing what they were going to say next.

"Hello, this is Ms. Anderson I presume?" The voice was clipped and arrogant. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was blocked. "Yes this is her, who is this and what business do you have with me?" I was so not in the mood for this today.

"He said you were feisty. This is an officer from the GCPD calling to check up on you to make sure you are doing all right." He replied.

Oh he was going to get it, "Who said I was feisty? I am doing just fine thank you." I told him shortly.

"Oh Ms. Anderson, I can definitely tell your doing fine, what with all that sarcasm." He quipped back.

What the hell was this guy's problem? First of all he blew over my question as if he was too important to bother considering it, and then he gets snippy with me. "Well sir, I suggest you improve on your attitude, you might frighten away the victims you are trying to check up on!" I was about to hang upon him when he giggled at my words and said "Maybe it is my intention to frighten you, on that note, what does this Rainbow fear?" That is it, I hung up.

Where does he get off talking to me like that, the little shit? I'd have to remember to call the GCPD later and complain about him. Passing it off for now, I hooked up my radio and started blasting some classic rock. Bouncing around, I started to tidy up my small place. Eventually I entered clutter central, A.K.A my bedroom and began working on the mess that I have no one to blame for but myself, even if I wanted to.

It came around to that time to go get my laundry and I did so quickly so as to not miss much time jamming out to the radio, it's not often I get this kind of time to enjoy myself. I hung my wet clothes in the living room in order to save the money the dryer would take from me and continued cleaning my room. After a few hours of hard core cleaning, I called it a day and decided to go do some grocery shopping. I walked to the corner store and bought some chicken and veggies for dinner and some tea, heading back to the apartment.

It all added up to a pretty uneventful day besides the rude phone call. I decided to hit the hay early if I was going to be any type of pleasant with Paulie tomorrow.

The next day:

The walk to work went relatively quick, I have started carrying a small knife in my hoodie pocket in case I run into any more creeps on the street. The necklace weighed heavily in my pocket, physically and metaphorically, and I was a bit worried about my plan. I stopped thinking about it, it seemed like it needed to be done.

"Hey Paulie, what's up?" I asked my co-worker when I walked in.

"Rain, it's good to see you safe and sound, you ought to stop adding fabric softener to the Clown's clothes. You would probably turn that grin of his upside down!" replied Paulie.

I told him that the Joker probably wouldn't even notice, but his indignation did make me feel a little better and love Paulie even more. He was like the dad I never knew, due to my own walking out on us when we were kids.

I got away from Paulie and went to find one of the jumpsuits that said 4487. I took out the little sewing kit I brought from home, and then I shoved the necklace in the corner of the breast pocket, sewing the little section off so it looked like I just stitched up a hole. I doubt the staff up there cared enough to look through all the folded laundry from a trusted source. Well it was done, I put it in the pile and gave it to Paulie to bring up to the Asylum, which he did every Tuesday. Also, Tuesday happened to be today. Hopefully he would get the hint if he even notices it there.

I continued throughout the day with my normal activities and eventually when it came to go home, Paulie offered me a rare ride home which I accepted with gratitude. I guess he felt bad about what happened, whatever, free ride! When I walked in to my place, I remembered I wanted to call the GCPD to complain about that rude officer the other day, so I picked up the phone and dialed the station.

A young sounding woman answered and asked how she could help me, and oh did I let her have it. I told her about the entire exchange heatedly and that the officer didn't give me a name.

"Hang on Miss", she eventually got the words out while I was taking a breath to bitch some more. "I just checked the phone records and no one from the station called your residence." She said.

I replied "That's impossible he said he was from the GCPD!" What the hell was this about? She apologized again, explaining how they kept very strict records, and then she hung up. Well that was another mystery to add to my list that seemed to be adding up awfully quick lately.

My bed called to me, telling me it would take away all my worries. I don't know if I was happy to be in bed or sad that I was having a conversation with it. I guess we can all be a little crazy sometimes.