It was easy to get lost in Arkham; Filly had been walking in circles for a while. The asylum was a lot bigger than the game made out, there were many more rooms and buildings (not to mention all the secret rooms still to be found), she made note to ask someone if there were any maps. She had ended up being right outside the penitentiary when a guard approached her and sent her in the right direction. Even though she only stood outside the penitentiary for a short time she thought about the people inside it and what was still to happen.

What went on in their brains? She imagined that each of them had different thoughts and emotions going through them at major speeds but they all looked and acted the same. The wild colours in their eyes were swirling madly, they all reminded her of zombies when she played the game, they ran to the bars screaming and gnashing and it was terrifying even the music as the doors opened was creepy and disturbing. Where these people Cranes rats? Were all these people sane once? Maybe one of them was a teacher driven mad by little yobs who made their life a misery. Maybe one of them was the high school jock and fame got too much for him and drove him mad? Or maybe one of them was a plumber who returned home to find their wife in bed with another man, he was so shocked and angry he savagely killed them and the whole thing drove his mind into insanity. Though it's not just events like these that can drive someone off the rails, it could something so simple like finding a coffee stain on a table and no matter how hard you try to clean it you can't get of it. Or to find that their child hasn't done the dishes yet even though they were told to do them fifteen times. Or maybe they were baking a cake and realized they had forgotten to get a key ingredient. All it takes is one little thing. One thing.

After her interview with the doctor she was taken back to her room where she waited till lunch, she didn't like her room it was too dull and badly needed colour, she'd have to ask about designing the room too, if Riddler could have filers in his cell and have painted green question marks on the walls then Filly could get some notebooks and red paint.

For lunch she was taken back to the staff cafeteria and was given a turkey, lettuce and cucumber sandwich which wasn't half bad and orange juice; being there gave her time to think. She needed a good look to make her stand out. The Joker had his purple suit, Penguin had his top hat, dark suit and endless umbrella collection and Catwoman had her whip and skin tight black latex outfit, what could she pull off. Filly had always imagined herself in a suit, even though she thought the outfits for the female villains were hot, but it just wasn't her thing, she felt like she was more casual but stylish. Before she was escorted to the cafeteria she was taken to the shower room to get cleaned up, while drying herself off she noticed a couple of card board boxes hidden away. She dragged them out and opened the lids and inside were clothes. Well she needed new threads.

Filly had but on worn grey converses, short black skinny jeans with chains hanging from it, she put on a red t-shirt with short sleeves and on top of that a black leather jacket. She looked at herself in the mirror and made sure there was no one around and struck a few poses.

"Perfecto" she smiled.

Getting changed back out of her outfit she neatly folded them back up and hid them away, put on her plain clothes and left the showers.

It felt good to feel fresh and clean, the 'nightmare' she had made her feel sticky and un-famine; she was waiting for the chance to ask about getting a book or something but she was approached by a bald doctor and was asked to take part in a group therapy session to see how these certain patients acted around one and other.

She couldn't refuse. She was taken to a room, in its four corners stood guards eyeing everyone in the room. In the centre of the room sitting quietly were six patients sitting on plastic chairs, two females and four males, each of them had their own certain quirks. The two girls had their arms linked together with hair covering most of their faces but Filly could feel their eyes watching every slight move she made. Two of the male patients sat perfectly still but on a couple of occasions their mouths or head would twitch violently and small sounds would escape their lips. The third patient had his hands cuffed and he kept his head down and the final male patient had his elbows propped on his legs, he was rubbing his fingertips together in a steady circular movement, his shiny, greasy black hair covered his eyes but as Filly took her seat his eyes locked on to hers, she had never felt this uncomfortable before in her life. Three chairs remained empty and she wasn't entirely sure who to sit next to but she didn't want to hover for too long so she quickly sat down next to the greasy haired patient and kept her eyes on the ground.

A few moments later a new male patient walked into the room and he looked terrifying. His mouth was opened and he took many heavy breaths, his shoulders were hunched and his arms dangled about, his eyes with a dark brown and he had hardly any hair. She wondered what he was in for. As soon as she thought that his head whipped to her and he gave her the most disgusting smile but he was then pushed down on to a seat and told to stay quiet, only minutes later after this madman's entrance the one and only Doctor Young came in a took her seat.

"Good afternoon everyone, how are you all this late afternoon?" she asked, there were a few mummers but nothing else was said.

"As you all know that these sessions will be cut short for the time being and I'm sure some of you shall know why, however we shall continue as normal."

There was something strange about the word 'normal' being spoken in an asylum.

"As everyone can see we have two new patients joining us today, Filly most of you should all know," she nodded at me then stared at the animalistic man, "Freddie, would you like to introduce yourself?"

The one known as 'Freddie' looked to his left then to his right, he stood up and all the guards shifted slightly.

"Hello, my name is Freddie Marshall and eh, I like, eating, human flesh…especially girls," his eyes flickered to the two girls who's arms were linked and they shuffled closer together and then his eyes scanned the rest of the patients.

Freddie looked directly at Filly and gave her a toothy grin, he looked her up and down and it made her feel dirty and disgusting, "Yes…you would be one of the tasty ones," Filly's skin crawled as his words shivered down her spine, "You would be nice with a peppercorn sauce." Why did the doctor let him continue, couldn't she see how uncomfortable he was making her?

He continued, "Not all girlies are nice tasting…most of them do so many things to their bodies that they lose…flavour, I can already smell you, you haven't lost your scent, it's…mouth-watering."

The madness in his eyes, the saliva drooling from the corners of his mouth, he was a ticking time bomb down to the last few seconds.

"Seven, six…" he rasped.

"Freddie, that's enough." Said Doctor Young calmly, "We don't want a repeat of a few nights ago do we now?"

Freddie ignored her, "Five, four" he giggled.

"Freddie you have been warned, don't let me do it again" she said a lot sterner.

A mad man never listens. "Three, two-" he was interrupted by the female doctor who had banged her clipboard hard on the floor. He turned his attention towards her his eyebrow cocked in a confused expression like the sudden noise had made him forget everything.

"Thank you Freddie, you may sit down," the cannibal sat down awkwardly on the chair and didn't utter a word, "Now, Mr Kaine, how are you feeling today?" the guy with the greasy black hair leaned backwards in his chair and rubbed his chin. He may have looked intimidating before but in a more relaxed position he seemed almost…handsome.

"Lonely Miss Young, I miss my companion who shared my cell."

"Maybe you should of thought about that before you strangled them."

He gave the doctor a sly smirk, "We both liked it rough, they forgot to use the safe word."

Now he went back to completely intimidating her. Filly shifted uncomfortably and she could feel the smile he sending, oh it felt horrid.

"You knew that romantic relationships and lustful ones aren't allowed between patients."

"Same goes for the Doctors am I correct?" his voice full of venom. Doctor Young's face turned pale and brushed a hair strand out of her face.

"Moving on"

Kaine darkly chuckled to himself and leaned forward again and whispered so only Filly would hear, "May I say you are lookingextremely ravishing today, if you are ever in needyou know which cell is mine" his fingers began to stroke the back of her neck.

"Mr Kaine, take your hand off me right-"

"One, zero!" and Freddie lunged.

There's three things you can do in this sort of situation, you can either just sit terrified in your seat and accepted whatever happens to you, or you can move out the way by jumping out the seat or you can stand up and send your fist into your attackers face. Three options and you have to choose one in four seconds. The cannibal was fast, so close he could almost touch her but instead of jumping out of the way like Filly had planned her body had a different idea.

Filly flipped herself backwards in the air, her feet collided with the cannibal's head, and she heard a gargling sound then landed gracefully behind the chair.

What the fuck just happened?

Freddie was quickly back on his feet his teeth gnashing together he screamed and Filly prepared herself for his neck attack but in a few seconds he fell flat on the floor, he had been shot with a sedative.

Everything had then moved pretty quickly, the patients had been escorted one by one back to their cells, they went without complaint though Kaine gave Filly a look which she'd never forget.

What a creep.

Instead of being taken back to her room Doctor Young asked her to follow her to her office for a talk.

The first thing that Filly noticed in her office was the black mask, she didn't understand why she would have something as amazing as it on her wall, Young didn't deserve it. The Doctor sat in her chair and pressed play on a tape recorder, "I'm sorry I thought Doctor La-"

"I'm afraid Doctor Laird has suffered…a minor breakdown, for the next little while until he is fit enough to return to work I shall be you Doctor, I hope you don't mind"

He had a breakdown? "I was only talking to him earlier today, how has he managed to have a breakdown?"

Doctor Young gave her a stern look but Filly wasn't backing down, she wasn't going to leave without an answer. As another moment ticked by Doctor sighed as calmly answered, "After you left, Crane had an interview with him, as you know we had a bad incident with Crane a few months ago, but he never stopped trying to experiment on us, he had chosen Doctor Laird…it wasn't until later on the effects showed."

A cold shiver ran down Filly's back as she listened to the Doctor, in the back of her mind she knew that he was getting ready for the Joker coming back.

"However, we shall proceed. Even though you've already had a one-on-one session I feel that we should have a little time to chat today, is that alright?"

Filly only nodded. Filly had never liked Doctor Young, but then again who did, in a sense everything that was still to come was her fault.

"How are you feeling after what just happened?"

"Weird" she admitted.

"It's very unlike you; you never use violence in a situation like this."

It was hardly violence!" He was going to rip off my skin and eat me Young, in that type of situation its either fight or flight."

She didn't respond to Filly's statement, "We will let you off with this behaviour this once, have you been going through other changes lately?"

Oh no but I've had some weird shit happen to me, Iike, I had this nightmare right, it's a real funny story, all the bad guys like Joker, Bane and Croc all threaten me, then I woke up inside an asylum, so I've had a pretty few weird hours…

She was about to make a snarky comment, not exactly the same as her thought but something in the doctor changed, she noticed her movement was very tense and not of a professional look. It was very off putting.

"You look stressed Doctor Young, is everything alright?"

For a moment she thought that the Doctor wasn't going to tell her anything but Young answered, "Things aren't going well…Miss Harleen Quinzel has been missing for a few hours, Riddler hasn't been found yet and other super criminal patients have been acting up and I just don't-"her phone began to ring, she shaking picked it up and began to talk to whoever was on the other side.

Filly was screaming in her head. How long was it going to be? She wasn't even ready for it; she hadn't even found her strength yet!

It'll be alright Filly, you know what happens, you have the upper hand, and it won't be too bad.

She knew she was lying to herself; she was pulled out of her thought's when she heard the doctors phone slam down.

Filly looked to the doctor whose hands were clawed on to the edges of her table, she bit her lip and her breathing seemed to quicken, her professional look had collapsed onto the desk in an invisible puddle. This could only mean one thing to Filly.

The games were soon to begin.