With a high-pitched giggle the girl was brought in by a few orderlies, a pale young man close behind her, with short green hair and a chest covered in tattoos. Clint frowned. What a strange bunch, he thought.

"Put a smile on that face, bird boy!" The man growled at him, flashing the tattoo of a smiling grin on his hand.

"Tell 'em, Puddin'" The girl said and gave him a wolfish grin.

Coulson joined Clint's side and he raised a brow at the man.

"What do we have here, Coulson?" The agent smiled, his eyes staying as dead as they always were.

"They were captured after a helicopter crash in Gotham. The girl, Harley Quinn, was recruited in some sort of group to save the world from something. The Joker had other plans with her and came to 'rescue' her. Their helicopter was shot down and they were caught. Then they were brought here. Apparently there's a lot going down in Gotham at the moment. They don't need them getting in the way. I am doing a favour for a friend, so to say."

"Some favour." Clint mumbled in response when he saw the deranged look they both had. "I want more info on them. Especially since the guy seems to know me."

"Who doesn't know you, agent Barton? But fine, Selvig has their files. You can go and ask him for more info."

Maria Hill welcomed the new inmates in the common room, pointing at a couch in a corner.

"You can go and make yourselves comfortable. I will be back later with your new clothes and your medication. Don't put it on means punishment. Don't take your medication? Punishment. Not obeying further orders?"

The woman meant to answer her own question but the green-haired man moved in way too close for comfort, his mouth very close to her face.

"Punishment? Will you spank my bare bottom? Cause I am up for that…."

Harley giggled and then pouted. "What about me, Puddin'?"

"Oh, I am always up for hurting you, my dear!" He answered without taking his eyes off agent Hill. Maria stepped back, getting very uncomfortable with the situation and her facial expression made the Joker throw his head back and laugh.

Grant Ward saw the exchange and rushed to her side, holding his baton up. "Hey! Get away from her! You heard the lady, sit down and don't cause trouble!"

The Joker pretended to be in total shock and very impressed by the man, even giving him a fake bow. Then he escorted Harley to the nearby couch that was pointed out earlier.

"Don't take the medication, Harley. It's poison, probably." He snarled at the girl and she nodded right away. "You got it, mister J."

Sif and Loki sat at a table nearby and had witnessed all that had happened since the new couple came in. Loki and her didn't really talk about what happened, how Loki yelled at Sif or any of the other things that happened between them. Or to them. It was almost as if they had given up. Accepted their faiths that they were going to be tortured in this asylum until their deaths. Suddenly the girl looked her way and her eyes widened, a gleeful expression coming to her face.

"I want her! I want her, Puddin', please?"

The Joker looked their way and tilted his head, trying to judge how useful this couple could be to him. Harley kept asking him over and over if she could have Sif and he glared at her.

"Will you snap out of it already? Let me think for two seconds!" He snarled and Sif got up immediately when she saw how sad his words made Harley sad.

"Sophia! Sit down!" Loki told her, still convinced about the new names that were given to them. But Sif didn't listen. She walked right up to them and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey! Don't you talk to her like that!"

"Oh, it's alright, I know my Puddin' loves me, he doesn't mean the nasty things he says!" Harley tried to defend him but this only made Sif more fired up.

"So he talks to you like this a lot? You deserve better!"

Now the Joker jumped up and grabbed Sif's throat, pushing her against a nearby wall. "You wanna test me, sweet cheeks? Want to see how crazy I really am? I am not in here for petting puppy's you know…"

Loki came to Sif's side and playfully slapped the Joker's shoulder, as if they were buddies.

"How about you let my girl here go and I won't maim yours?" He suggested in a tone that was so nice and polite it became eerie.

The Joker snarled but let go of Sif, who took the change to slap him across the face. Harley broke down in tears.

"Stop fighting! It hurts my head!"

"Come here, I'm sorry." Sif said softly and pulled Harley into a hug, gently caressing her hair. The men were baffled at this and just looked at each other awkwardly. Loki wasn't used to Sif being this resilient in a while and the Joker couldn't figure out why this complete stranger tried so hard to console his side kick.

"I want her, Puddin'!" Harley repeated again once she broke out of the hug and gave the other a pout, not asking anymore. Sif looked nervous, glancing from one to the other.

"Wh..what does she mean?"

"As a doll, silly! I can dress you up and brush your hair!" Harley explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Then she extended her hand to Sif. "Harley Quinn, professional puppeteer!"

Sif shook it, swallowing hard in fear. "S-Sophia. Nice to meet you." Loki and the Joker shook hands as well.

"Gunnar."

"Call me mister J. So. Do we have a deal or not? A doll for Harley?" He asked Loki and Sif glared at him.

"He doesn't own me, you know."

"I own you now, doll!" Mister J. growled at her. Loki wanted to object but he lowered his voice. "Listen to me. This place, it's a nightmare. Right?" Loki and Sif nodded and he went on.

"If you stick with me and Harley, I might be able to get us out. I know a lot of people. I've been in Arkham asylum a dozen times. I've escaped each time and sometimes they didn't discover it for weeks!"

Sif looked at Loki and they silently went over their options. Which were very limited. Perhaps sticking with these newcomers wasn't so bad at all. Even if it meant Sif had to be a living doll.

"Good. So yes. In a way…I own you, doll." Mister J. told Sif once more and grinned at her.

Sif wanted to object, but closed her mouth. The chance of getting out of here was more important than backtalking to this clown. Loki seemed to think the same as he gave her a small nod of encouragement.

Grant came to collect the newcomers so they could change into more appropriate attire and Harley kissed Sif on her cheek. "Thanks for eh..you know.." Sif nodded but wasn't able to say anything else since Grant pulled her away.

When they came back, they looked less menacing, dressed in regular asylum-wear. The Joker was wearing an orange pants and a white tank top while Harley had on a blue paperlike dress, the same as Sif was wearing. But what they lacked in appearance they made up for in vigour. The fire in their eyes had increased and they quickly returned to Sif and Loki, who were still sitting on the couch.

Harley Quinn sat behind Sif and began to brush her hair while humming a nursery rhyme. Then she started to put in clips and bows. Sif meekly allowed it while she kept an eye on Loki and mister J. She knew better than to ask how Harley got a hold of hair clips so soon.

"So, as I suspected. A lot of the guards and orderlies are corrupt here. I'd advise you and your lady friend to stop taking any medication they are giving you." Mister J. started once he was seated again, sitting across from Loki in a chair.

"But…we have been visited by my brother. He told us to do as the doctors told us." Loki said in confusion. The Joker scoffed.

"I bet he has no idea how they are treating the inmates here."

Sif had to intervene at this point.

"How do -you- know? You've been here for five minutes."

Harley stopped brushing her hair and bowed her head. She knew what was coming. And on cue, the Joker look at them and flashed a wolfish grin.

"Settle down there, doll, the men are talking."

Sif shot up and stormed his way grabbing him by his throat and pulling him up, like he did to her earlier. All the Joker did was cackle. Flashes from the past came to mind when she heard that cackle. Somehow it reminded her of Gunnar/Loki. Not sure how to respond, she let him go and stepped back.

"See? See how strong you are? Not to be a dick, but not a lot of ladies have your strength, doll. That had to come from something. Whatever they told you, why you think you are here, it's all lies. I've dealt with these kinds of people far too often. They don't fool me anymore."

It made sense. Whenever her anger was sparked, she was stronger. The medication might be the very thing that was keeping her down. Harley looked very proud and got up to hang on mister J's shoulder.

"My puddin's very smart! I could tell you so many stories of when he stopped Batsy!"

"Who?" Loki asked.

"Batsy! This superhero drag that tries to protect the people of Gotham from me and mister J.!" Harley explained.

"Wait, Sophia…why would they put us in an asylum with superhero people? That doesn't make sense." Loki remarked and Sif nodded.

The Joker grew bored and shook Harley off, the girl stumbling back with a hurt expression her face. She didn't understand what she did wrong just now. Maybe it was wrong of her to point out their defeats on the bat, moments after getting captured.

"Puddin'? What's wrong? Talk to me!" She tried, but the Joker growled at her and walked off. Sif put her hand on Harley's shoulder for support. Yes, the girl was trying to use her as an object, treating her like a living doll, crazy as it was. But she could see that this was a very lonely girl. And for some reason, it tugged at her heartstrings.

"You eh..did nothing wrong. If you ask me. I bet it's not you. Look on the bright side." Sif tried to cheer her up, but the dead and defeated look she saw in the eyes of the girl was haunting.

"Cheer up?" She asked in a low voice and narrowed her eyes at Sif. "You don't know the half of the abuse."

And she was gone, storming after the man who hurt her without even blinking.