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Batman had taken care of the first thugs in the Penitentiary entrance while Filly had picked up the Victor Zsasz interview tape that the Dark Knight had ran by and once the goons had been knocked out she gave him the tape and he began to listen to it. While Batman stood and listened Filly hunted out the box of clothes she had before, tipped out and stared at the remaining choices. Squinting her lips she peeked out to check on Batman who was had finished listening to the tape and was now waiting for her.

This wasn't the sort of pressure she had ever been under, her wardrobe back home was filled with comfortable clothes so it never took her more than five minutes to get ready. Thinking on her feet an idea popped into head; Filly willed her slow motion abilities to travel into the area where Batman was standing, she round the corner and saw him standing completely still, once a few moments passed she figured that it worked then quickly began to change.

Thankfully the box had spare underwear in it but the bra wasn't very supportive, the other clothing options weren't much better. She bent over and pressed the button on the hand dryer, it wasn't as strong as she she hoped but rolling her hair all around it felt less damp, she'd have to face the dreaded curls. This time she chosen red tartan jeans which was one size too big but luckily a belt came with it, big black army styled boots through weren't as heavy as they looked and a white blouse that was missing something buttons and showed off her cleavage, it made her very self conscious but it was better than the other t-shirts that were up for offer. Glancing in the mirror her eyes couldn't avert from her new look, the blouse was a lot more see through than she expected so she grabbed a long black apron, ripped it and improvised a scarf. Around her neck it was just longer enough so she gave a thankful sigh and prayed that she'd find something more suitable later.

As happy as she could be with her new outfit she walked back to Batman, her power had wore off on him and she couldn't help but smile when the Dark Knight gave a tiny confused look at how fast she had gotten herself sorted. He gave her a sort of disapproval look about the clothes but it didn't inherited his face for long. The 'Glitch' subject had been dropped so she made a note to ask Joker at their next meeting.

Each step that they took the sounds of gnashing and gurgling got louder, it made Filly's skin crawl and her pace slowed without herself realizing. He placed his hand comfortably on her shoulder trying to give her the confidence to walk forward. Swallowing as much fear as she could to the pit of her stomach she walked beside Batman trying to match his pace and avoid eye contact with the crazies.

Filly wondered if she should tell Batman that she knew who he was, instead of just coming out with it she decided that she was going to give him some hints, "I found out some interesting stuff about myself in Doctor Young's office," he was silent, "Like on my birthday did you know that Bruce Wayne donates a lot of money to the asylum."

The Dark Knight stopped in his tracks, he looked over his shoulder at her and calm asked, "How long have you known?"

"Oh, only a little while."

He gave a small nod then continued walking, she figured that that was a conversation for another time.

Suddenly the floor began to buzz signalling that the electricity was about to fry them. The electrical gate hadn't been put up yet and with the sparks nipping at her feet she quickly ran through before it closed.

"I'll find a way to get you out of there." she heard Batman call. He must of got up there with his grappling hook.

"Don't worry about me! Go ahead and save the Warden, I'll find my own way out."

She heard the whoosh of his cape then he was gone. It was just then she realized that she was more or less alone with the cells holding insane men she decided to pace back and forth slowly to calm herself but it wasn't working. Filly was losing her nerve but from the corner of her eye she noticed that a cell door was open. Frozen to the spot she listen for movement but it didn't sound like there was anybody running about. Swallowing the lump in her throat she approached the cell slowly, her eyes darting everywhere making sure that no one was about to jump out and attack her.

On closer inspection she recognized the cell and her heart was able to beating steadily again.

Julian Day a.k.a Calender Man, his cell was one of the gem riddles in the game, to Filly it felt very unique to have the character mentioned as he wasn't hugely popular but she believed Rocksteady was going to completely change him around and make him someone worth talking about in the next Batman game, whenever that was getting made. Filly entered the small claustrophobic cell and let her eyes take everything in, a particular date was screaming out to her. Reaching out her hand went underneath the biggest pile of dates, her fingertips glided across at the papers until she found the one that was calling out to her.

The date was the Thursday 19th of June but the year had been torn off at the bottom but she traced along the rough edges in search of the memory it possessed. Darkness engulfed her as she locked on to the memory, the first thing she could hear was a loud snoring but her eyes soon adjusted in the shadows and she saw him asleep with his long limbs sprawled out lying in an awkward position. Suddenly an alarm went off that was loud enough to destroy dreams, Julian bolted up in the darkness then the lights in his cell flashed which stung Filly's eyes but Calender Man wasn't bothered by it. Soon guards arrived at the cell door, they brought Julian out and a few others then took them to shower then to the cafeteria for breakfast. Julian sat on his own and even though she was only viewing the memory she sat down and watched him eat.

There was a commotion in a nearby room which got Julian's attention, he walked closer to the door was able to peek inside without alerting any of the guards. Inside the room a breakfast party was being held, there were a couple of banners hanging and different coloured balloons scattered randomly around the room. Day raised an eyebrow puzzled, he knew most of all the doctors, guards and patients birthdays but they hardly ever celebrated them in such a miserable place. He stood on his tip toes to see if he could recognize any of the people inside; there was Doctor Chen and Doctor Gretchen, he also spotted Arron Cash but a red balloon was covering the face of the birthday boy or girl.

From the angle he was watching he could that it was a child's birthday breakfast. The balloon covering the face of the child was moved away and he got to the see the birthday kid. A little girl was digging into a helping of a full English breakfast, beside her were five small presents and two big ones; Julian felt like he was watching a happy family show through that little window, he couldn't describe the amount of shock, his mind couldn't understand why there was a child in the asylum. Long ago there had been a children's ward but after so many deadly incidents it was closed down and moved to another part of Gotham. He moved about the cafeteria but kept his eyes on the little girl, he saw her open her gifts, she was delighted at horse jig-saw and beanie baby.

The guards gathered the patients and took them back to their cells to wait for the next part of the schedule. Julian wondered what he could give the asylum child, little girls liked dolls but there was no way he could obtain one or sneak out to see if there was one in the lost and found. No a doll wouldn't do, a simple plastic doll wouldn't last, six months and toys usually end up in the trash. Instead of something predictable he decided that he wanted his gift to be special, something that would inspire and hopefully have a good impact on the little soul. Julian tore down a date from the wall, used an old magazine as a ruler and took out a pencil he had safely tucked hidden away in his mattress.

Day was so paranoid, he was going to great lengths to hide what he was creating even Filly couldn't make it out. The memory flashed forward to later in the evening, somehow Julian had managed to escape his cell and so far he had given the guards and cameras the slip. He prayed that his good luck wouldn't run out, he only wanted to give the girl her gift he didn't care if by the end of it he was dragged beaten and bloody back to his cell.

It had took a lot of twists and turned in the corridors to find her cell but instead he found a little room and inside there was a small lamp on as the light shone from underneath the door. Julian lightly tapped the door three times and from behind there was a scurry of panicked feet and the light was off. He chuckled to himself and opened the door.

The little child was tucked up under her covers and was faking her snoring, he smiled and took two steps into her room, "Hello there"

The girl didn't recognize the voice, she peeked over her shoulder and her eyes grew large. Jumping out of her bed she hid behind her bed post but never took her large eyes off him. Julian didn't expect her to be as small as she was but on closer inspection he noticed how strong her legs and arms looked he wondered how a little girl got such muscles. He bent down so that he was level with her and tried to entice her over but she stayed back hugging the corner of her bed. Moving forward slightly he smiled trying to look kinder, "I have present for you."

The asylum child's eyes sparkled at his words, she took small steps towards and a frown grew on her face when she couldn't spy a present. From within a self made pocket on his orange jumpsuit he carefully took out the small surprise and held it out on his palms.

She was mesmerized at Calender Man's gift. Sitting in his hands was a paper statue of a horse.

"What is your name child?" he asked.

"My name is Emily but Mr Cash calls me wee Filly" She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Julian smiled and gave a quiet chuckle, "Is that so? Then tell me Miss Emily do you know the rhyme about the months?", she nodded her head and now looked eager to recite it.

"Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone. And that has twenty-eight days clear. And twenty-nine in each leap year."

Julian couldn't of looked more pleased, he open his mouth to say 'well done' but an alarm went off in the background and within moments asylum guards stormed into the room and all pounced on Calender Man.

Tears began to form in the little girls eyes, her smile was gone and replaced was a confused and terrified frown. The guards had trouble getting him on the ground and little Filly was pushed on to her knees which angered Julian, he looked up and saw that bastard Frank Boles; the other guards didn't see him do it but Calender Man watched the alcoholic snatch the paper horse from Filly's hand, he placed it on the ground and demolished it with his boot. Julian roared and tried to go for him but he stopped as little Filly began to scream like a banshee, she crawled over to her ruined present and clutched it to her chest, her tears splashed on to the paper and soaked through into it. Her red eyes locked on to Julian's and in his head he heard, "Why? why? why?"

Had no one explained to her that she was living in a dungeon that was filled with monsters? Was she the princess waiting to be rescued? Or was someone keeping her locked up for there own entertainment? He'd not find out these answers tonight, as he was dragged back to his cell he accepted his fate and drowned out all the insults and threats the guards were throwing at him.

"What were you going to do to her Day?" there was so much suggestion behind the question and the situation that flashed in Julian's eyes was furious.

"I'm not a child molester." But those guards didn't care, Filly let her tears role down as she watched Julian take a beating

The scene dissolved around her and in a few moments she was back in Calenderman's cell, all of the dates had fallen off the walls, the sheets of papers covered up to her ankles, each date was tempting her so she grabbed a handful and put them in her pocket and got out of the cell. Her cheeks were soaked and no doubt her eyes were burning red but the memory kept replaying itself in her head, she could hear her cry's, Julian's roars and she swore she heard a dark chuckle escape Frank's lips. She was so happy that the Joker had him killed.

Filly stopped and checked out her surroundings, the cell doors were all still shut and the fight outside had stopped so it wouldn't be too long. Filly figured that Batman close to saving the Warden, she headed to the Green Mile hoping to catch up with the story but halfway there there was a shout, "Hey!"

Harley stopped in her tracks and got a good look at the clothes she was now wearing, "Now that's more like it!"

Filly tried to give the best teasing smile but gave up her decision halfway through and settled for a lopsided grin, "Glad you like it, tartan really suits me don't cha think."

The clown smiled and told Filly to follow her, they stood at the doors for a few seconds as the light scanned down then they opened. A red light illuminated the room and its source came from the middle cell, Poison Ivy sat sobbing, she hadn't noticed them yet; Filly he kept quiet as Harley sang to herself and waited for Poison Ivy to say her line.

In three, two, one...

"Harley! Stop, please, you have to help me." Ivy breathed in and out heavily and very dramatically.

"Gee Ivy? You look like crap. Maybe I can sneak ya some shampoo." Filly tried her hardest to stop herself from copying Harley's lines, she loved watching the cut scenes and mimicking the voices, Harley's voice was always her favourite to do.

"The plants! Can't you hear them? They're crying out of me in agony!"

"Yeah? Well I really don't have time for this."

"Please let me out! They'll die without me!"

"I dunno Red. You're not on Mr J's party list. Oh well."

"Please!"

Oh my God this is awesome. The fangirl inside her was rolling around as the 'cut scene' was performed right in front of her.

"Oh come on Harley, she deserves to get out and stretch her legs."

The queen clown smiled and gave a wink then spun round to face Ivy, "Ah, what the heck I'll cut you a break." She slotted the card through and the doors to Ivy's cell opened.

"That feels so much better."

Ivy paid no attention to Filly, no glance, no smirk, no smile. The Gotham siren wasn't really Filly's cup of tea, she found her to be too cold and a bit of a bitch, and although she understood why she was like that she couldn't get into her character.

"She's a good kid" said Filly grinning happily that she managed to steal Harley's line.

Harley dragged her by the arm to exit the room but Filly had other ideas, "You go on ahead I ehh, gotta use the bathroom" she lied. Harley didn't look convinced but she shrugged her shoulders. Filly was never any good at lying but she quickly ran through to the security room before the crazies were released.

When entering the security room she turned to the cell which held yet another of her favourite riddles. Inside was Quincy Sharp, he was pacing back and forth trying to get the attention of Batman but he noticed Filly watching him and began to talk.

"Filly! Get me out of here! That fool Batman is rescuing an imposter!"

She smirked at him, "Nice try Clayface." He stopped pacing and gave her a cold look but all of a sudden he started to laugh.

"It was worth a try."

Batman came walking down the stairs after gathering the riddler trophy, he looked relieved to see her.

"Who is the one armed man up there?"

"One armed? He has two arms Emily, and he is Marcus Short, murdered all his family members on Christmas Eve 1978. I need to get after Quinn, she'll have hostages and I need her fingerprint to track Joker. I want you to find survivors on the grounds and take them to the medical building, that's the most safest place on the island right now."

"Alright, if she has hostages in the building she'll be on the move pretty quickly, go to Controlled Access they'll be a door at the end and to your left, it takes you to Extreme Incarceration, that's where you'll find Harley."

Filly followed Batman out and stood back as he took down the crazies. The made it too the main cell block where Harley was about to make yet another appearance.

"Surprise! You Bat's I always thought there was a spark between us." Harley giggled and did her trick jumps, "Well now there is!" the electric floor was coming to life, "Come and get me Bat's! I double dare yah!"

Batman whispered to Filly to leave and she obeyed, before the doors finally closed she saw Batman battling the goons. Outside she avoided a few crazies and noticed that a few thugs had been taken out by a few of them. She quickly and silently walked to the watch tower, she remembered that a guard hid there and hoped that he was still alive, he was flying and unmoving and there was no pulse. Shame, she liked that guard, first time she played the game she had been upset that he died.

Back on the ground she landed silently and hid in the long grass; looking around for survivors and enemies she spotted a girl dressed in white, it was one of the girls who had group therapy with her. In a matter of seconds she was by the girls side trying to get her away but the girl wouldn't move. Filly followed the girls gaze and her eyes widened in horror; the corpse of the girls dead sister lay battered and bloody, her neck and stomach and been ripped open, there were bite marks and large hand shaped bruises. Panicking she tried to pull the girl hard as the killer would not be far, but from behind her there was an odd sort of clanging noise. Turning slowly she saw one of the released crazed patients, they had managed to break through their mouth piece and was showing off like a hungry dog going in for the kill. He had his teeth bared like an piranha and was on all fours like a saber tooth tiger. It made a gargling cry, jumped and ran towards her with his arms waving frantically waving.

He was fast and almost upon them, she gave the girl a huge thump to her side which knocked her over and out of the crazies way but within seconds he collided with Filly, she just managed to stay on her feet and wrestle with him. The force against her was so strong her knees were going numb, they buckled slightly and it felt like the fight was over just as it begun. Holding on to whatever strength was still willing to battle the patient got fed up of his opponent, he lifted his head back, mouth wide open and sunk his teeth into her flesh easily as a knife sliding into butter.

Filly's cry was almost loud enough to alert all the other mindless patients on the grounds. He was like a savage dog with a chew toy trying its hardest to rip it to pieces, the pain made her submit to her knees and the amount of blood she was losing was making her stomach boil up sickness. A lot of blood ran down her arm and poured on to the ground, her eyesight was getting dimmer every second, she tried to pull but when she did his shark like teeth got deeper.

All of a sudden the crazy let go and threw her backwards. He stalked around her eyeing her flesh to see where he would bite next, approaching Filly who was so weak her vision was vastly fading, her ears heard a dragging sound and footsteps so soft it was as if they belonged to a ghost. The patient girl carried a large, heavy log, she looked so small against it, she swung it above her head and it just hit the crazy in the side of the head. He cried in fury at the sight of his own blood and tried to attack the girl but she gave him no chance, she swung five times, each swing ripped his skin and when he finally fell the log beat his bones to dust and smashed his head to jelly.

The scene made Filly forget about her arm only for a few moments, the wound was bad but she could feel it healing at a steady pace and she hoped that she wouldn't have a scar. Most of the blood rolled back into the cut but her eyes couldn't look away from the large puddle of red, there were no wind but the complete stillness sent a cruel icy cold shiver through her veins.

Tears spilled out of her eyes and for a few quiet seconds she couldn't feel the warm beads roll down her cheeks or hear her coughing sobs. The attack had changed her perspective on her situation, although at the start she knew that there would be danger around every corner she had made herself believe that she was going to be fine and calm. Being in the asylum had made her forget that she was simply an ordinary girl in the real world, if she had entered the asylum as Curly she wouldn't of lasted five minutes.

The girl tugged on her sleeve, her hair still covering over her wide eyes and blood covered her white dress. She looked lost without her sister by her side, the girl was staring at her with a questioning frown which seemed to ask 'Why can't I wake her up?", Filly gave the best small smile she could and placed her hand on the girls shoulder. Filly sucked up the remaining pain and got to her feet constantly her eyes darting to her almost healed up wound, she grabbed the girls hand and took her up to the steps to the entrance of the doors of the medical building.

She had no idea why she thought she would be invincible, Hell how many times had she almost died already? She had no clue if she died maybe she'd be at one of her checkpoints or maybe she would wake up in her own bed or she really would be dead. From this moment on she wasn't treating this as a game, this was the real world. She could eat and drink, cry and feel pain and it was all real.

The girl was now safe with the doctor, they had made a huge barricade but kept a area clear so they could crawl through to get supplies, she found out that the girls name was Cassandra, she didn't speak but Filly could tell that Cassandra was thankful at her rescue attempt.

Leaving the building she sat over the elevator edge and pondered on her next move. A thought popped into her as she saw the Dark Knight leave the Penitentiary and run for the botanical gardens; he would spend a little time fighting and jumping, moving past so many obstacles just to get to Poison Ivy and Joker. Filly decided she was going to kill some time by doing something incredibly dangerous.

It was time to go into the sharp jaws of the asylum.

So I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, loved writing the memory scene please let me know what you think about it! Thinking of doing a couple more memory scenes in the future chapters. Apart from that I think I've been very lazy with this chapter...Please drop a wee review if you have the time they really do help me move along! Until next time guys!

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