I had never felt more exasperated in my life. For the second time in one short week I was tied to a chair. "Good lord, you kill six people and you're labeled a nut job. I'll be tied to a chair for the rest of my life" I muttered darkly to myself.

"Five people, Mr. Grayson." I looked up in shock as the unheard visitor sat down in the chair across from me. "It turns out one of them was not quite dead and is currently recovering in Gotham City General Hospital."

I growled in annoyance; I was sure all of them had been completely killed. Deciding to ignore it for the moment, I focused and studied the intruder – another psychologist most likely. Once again the doctor was female, blonde haired and blue eyes. Wow, Arkham sure could pick them.

"I'm Doctor Harleen Quinzel" she informed me. "Unfortunately, I run a tight schedule as the Chief Criminal Psychologist in Arkham. Especially with my newly assigned post as the main analyst of the Joker, my time is valuable. Therefore, this session will be short."

I stared at her. Could she really be Harley Quinn? If so, I was screwed; she appeared so normal and serious, not at all like the psychotic criminal I expected. "Call me Robin" I muttered. She glanced up at me, curious at my tone of voice.

"Disappointed, Robin? Why would that be?" she inquired, apparently curious. I glanced up at her. Something about seemed to draw me in. I felt like I wanted to tell her everything I had been through, everything I felt, everything I wanted.

"Well… I'm sure you're aware that Batman was my mentor for a little…" I trailed off, unable to continue. What if Batman had been wrong about Harleen? She just nodded at me to continue. A seemingly polar opposite to my first doctor, she was frequently distant and uninterested where Evy had been passionate and probing.

"Well, Batman had… suspicions about you." Her head instantly snapped up, her eyes now dark and stormy and her mouth set in a grim line. I had her interest now, but at this point I don't think I wanted it. An angry Harleen was a scary sight.

"What are you talking about?" she asked darkly. All courage I had was gone as I stared into her stormy eyes, and I felt myself tremble under the intense gaze. The Dark Knight I could stand up to; this chick, not so much.

"Answer the question!" she practically screamed at me.

"He-He thought you were going to try and help the Joker get free" I blurted out, desperate to stop the interrogation.

She leaned back in her chair. "Shit, shit, shit, shit. Mr. J. is gonna kill me" she rambled to herself. I watched in fascination as her carefully composed doctor façade disappeared, replaced by a more insane persona.

"So, it's true?" I asked, in wonder.

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I work for Mr. J. He's gonna freak out over this. Shit… It's all my fault." Then she burst into tears. I sat there amazed, no longer afraid of her obviously, but instead curious. I wasn't planning on comforting her but it's not like I could do anything even if I wanted to – I was tied down to a chair.

"Listen… um, Harleen–"

"It's Harley, Harley Quinn" she sobbed.

"Okay. Harley then. Just put whatever plan you were working on into action right now. You guys can still escape, and you'll take me with you." I was confident once again. She looked up through her tears and managed to laugh. "T-Take you? Why would Mr. J want y-you?"

I looked at her, annoyed. "Maybe because I gave you the fucking tip that your secret's discovered? Or maybe because I worked with Batman and know his secrets?" This made her pause. I could see it in her eyes – secrets on Batman were the key to her redemption.

"I'll be back." She quickly composed herself for the travel through Arkham, appearing as a composed psychologist once more, and left the room to seek out the Joker.

I waited and waited and waited for what seemed like hours. Then I heard an alarm sound out. WARNING. WARNING. MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COMPROMISED. COMMENCE SECURITY LOCKDOWN IMMEDIATELY. As it repeated over and over, I thought I was going to go insane.

Then I heard loud laughter echoing through the hallway. "Be free, everyone!" At one time, all the cell doors were opened and all the inmates rushed out. I struggled into the crowd, looking around for Harley or the Joker. "Robin! Robin!"I heard Harley's voice calling out to me. I looked around desperately searching for her and my escape.

Finally I saw her, standing with the Joker on a metal walkway one story up. I barely recognized her in her new black, red, and white jester's costume. My focus however was entirely on the Joker: the maniac behind most of Batman's obsessions. His white skin was starkly contrasted by his jet green hair and cunning eyes.

I grinned excitedly and after scanning the corridor I decided the best way to reach them was to climb straight up, an easy feat for my developed acrobat skills. "Impressive" the Joker said, laughing loudly, as Harley beamed up at him. "We'll have more time to have a little chat later, Harley lead the way." At his command, Harley nodded quickly and led the way into the dark hallways, illuminated solely by the flashing red light.

I quickly became lost as I stumbled through the maze of hallways, barely managing to keep up with Harley and the Joker as they sprinted through the Asylum. All around us sounds echoed off the walls. The warning was the most prominent, but fighting could be heard in the background, most likely guards trying to stop the insane convicts that filled the halls.

Finally we arrived at a nondescript door. The three of us opened it and rushed out into the lush green lawn of Arkham. We snuck through the gate and out into the outskirts of Gotham City. I breathed a sigh of relief, and we all turned around to get a last look at the infamous Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

"Ba bye Arkham. It's been fun, and I'm sure I'll be back" the Joker chortled, with Harley soon joining in. I knew I would never return; I couldn't stand it there.

"So listen kid," the Joker said turning serious as he shifted his focus to me, "I like ya, I really do. But you can't stick around with Harley and me. Three's a crowd, you understand? So, tell me what you know about him and I'll send you on your way."

"Him?" I said staring blankly at the criminal mastermind. Part of me was disappointed; I didn't want to leave the two masterminds, but I knew I would have to.

"You know… The Caped Crusader, The Dark Knight, The World's Greatest Detective," he paused. "The Batman?"

"Oh," I said feeling stupid. "The Batman. Well you see, his real name is Bruce Wayne…"

Wow, I finished another chapter! Probably only because my school had a snow day yesterday, which is always exciting so I was like might as well. Plus, I was extremely expired by the three reviews for my last chapter. It may sound pathetic, but it was exciting to me. So thank you very much to titansfan1211, Hallo'sEve, and RobRae4Ever. Glad you're enjoying it, and yes Robin will eventually get a new costume. ;) He definitely can't be an evil walking traffic light; that's pathetic. So, thanks to all for reading and if you review I will be extremely ecstatic, so please do. :)