Hello my darlings, sorry it has been awhile! I have been dealing with post-graduation situations and have had a bit of writer's block! I appreciate the reviews, thank you so much! They help me to grow and improve as a writer so don't be shy! I do not own any characters from the Batman universe, just my own Rainbow and Paulie!

The monotony of getting up every day and doing the same thing has always grated on my nerves. Why do we have to do what society expects us to do? Wake up, go to work, come home, and repeat. It's fucking boring, but I guess it's the only way to put ice cream and whiskey on the table. I'm a real bread winner don'tcha know! At least the patients keep my day entertaining, each and every jump suit telling me a story. Today the uniform that belonged to Scarecrow was stained with a foul smelling liquid and was in a plastic quarantine bag, meaning it was to the special room. If I could smell it through the bag, it means it's in need of immediate attention. I went into the room and put my face mask on, opening the bag and taking out the uniform. How in the hell did the Crow manage to get some fear juice in there? At least that's what I'm gunna assume the chemicals are and why it was in a quarantine bag.

Oh well, not like it affected me. I shook out the jump suit and heard a clang on the floor; it was a little book about the size of my palm. I picked it up and saw that it was a little journal that must have gotten mixed up in the bag during the struggle the toxins must have caused with the Orderlies. Well, curiosity never killed the Rainbow, so what the heck. I opened the journal and began to skim through it, it was mostly chicken scratch and observations of other patients Scarecrow must be situated with. I flipped to the last page and there the damned necklace pinned to the page with a little note. It read as follows,

Rain,

The Clown asked a favor of me since I am in a lower security cell than him. When a man like that asks a favor it is more a threat, so I thought it best to comply. He told me to tell you that the necklace was a consolation prize for letting him use your blood the other day, which I must admit has me interested as to your relationship with the psycho. I have become oh so very interested in you Rain, and this Scarecrow is beginning to wonder what makes you so special to the Clown? I shall see soon enough.

Dr. Crane

My heart started pounding pretty hard in my chest, and I couldn't tell whether I was terrified or elated. Why the hell was Joker's weird interest in me making Crane interested in me? This damned necklace will be the death of me; though I do think it was cool the Clown was, in my opinion, giving me the best apology he could. So I hooked it on my neck and accepted I wasn't getting rid of it. Now, if he wasn't bad enough I have to worry about Crane and that "I shall see soon enough" crap he spouted in the letter.

I could lose my job because of shit like this, so I shoved the journal and started out the back door, yelling back into the building.

"Paulie, I'm going to take a break in the back!" Hopefully he would stay where he was so I could take care of my business.

I pulled out the journal and my lighter and set the darn thing on fire. This is what everyone in the movies does to rid themselves of evidence right? I'll never be like the heroin in some of my favorites, but that doesn't mean I couldn't take some tips from them. I've never been the subject of so many people's interest. I have worked hard all of my life to remain under the radar as they say.

After the the book burned, I went back in finish up my work and came in just in time to see another pile of clothes come down the chute, beautiful. At least these were from the less dangerous patients, so the worst thing that could happen is they defecated or urinated in them. I plowed through my work and was excited to go home until we got a call from the big guys saying there was a riot in the lunch room and that we needed to do an overnight. Bummer, but I guess I do get time and a half, hello there Mr. Jack Daniels.

Down came a new pile, and let me tell you...I could not discern the clothes from the food and blood. This was going to be a doozy, I went to the break room and made a roast beef sandwich for dinner, and got ready to hunker down.

A few hours of intense cleaning alongside Paulie and we got another phone call, this time it was personal. Paulie told me he had to leave immediately and that his daughter was in a car accident. I wished him the best, even though I didn't want to be left here all alone for the rest of the night, the place can get a bit creepy around 2 am. But I guess I couldn't help it, though the Asylum really should hire more people down here.

Around 5 in the morning, I was reaching the end of the pile when I heard a clanging coming from the laundry chute and ran into the chute room to see what all the noise was about. What I saw I will never forget. In the middle of the remaining clothes I saw Crane and the Joker wrapped together in combat and beating the shit out of each other.

"I saw her first!" Yelled the bleeding Joker.

"Well, you shouldn't have shared with me how interesting she was, I shall taste her fear!" Said Crow. He spoke in a gravelly voice that didn't at all sound like what I expected. I grabbed a bottle of detergent and hurled it at them, probably not the best idea but better then one of them dying and making the clothes even harder to wash.

They both stared at me as if they didn't believe what just happened, due to the look in their eyes, I reevaluated my life and started running to the break room. I locked the door and hoped to all that was holy they couldn't get in. I heard running and shuffling then finally the door knob turning. I heard the gravelly voice of Crow talking to the Joker.

"You were right, she does look quite tasty, and she is also either very brave or completely naive for throwing something at us." He said.

"Well, you won't have to worry about how delicious she looks Crow boy, that bag of sweets is all mine. Yes, I called dibs, and everyone knows calling dibs is the final say in any matter! Besides, I did see her first." Said the Joker.

That gravelly voice of the Scarecrow's did something to my spine, almost like warm water was running down my back. That's weird, well, I'm screwed. Goodbye life, goodbye Sean. Oh god, I am NOT saying goodbye to whiskey. I spotted the break room window and decided that was probably my best chance. I was trying to shimmy out of the window when my damn butt got stuck and my legs were left dangling. I heard the door bust open and groaned at my position in the window.

"Well, well, well. My little Rainbow, you have quite the nice ass. Yes, you could stay like that forever and I would be as happy as a jack in the box, if you know what I mean!" I heard the Joker growl this out and break into laughter. The burning in my face was intense and I knew it was the color of cherries. I only heard the Scarecrow breathing and whisper one word, "MINE".

All of this made me wriggle more and more trying to get my treasonous body through the window and I actually managed to pop out, only to roll down the hill and crash into a tree, figures. I felt a warm string of blood make its way down my forehead and the world went fuzzy. The only thing I heard was maniacal giggling and the crunching of the grass as feet approached me.

As my vision grew dark, I heard the alarm at Arkham go off, and thought to myself, "Took them long enough", then, nothing.