The next morning I woke after having one of the most satisfying night's sleep i'd had in months, no nightmares at all. I'd made it clear to Jonathan that he should try and leave as surreptitiously as possible to try and avoid Harley finding out he had been here, his response to which had been a pointed look and a reminder that I hadn't noticed him arriving. The only evidence that he'd been here at all was a note on my bedside table.

No more guilt.

I hid the note inside my pocket watch with the others and walked out into the living room to see Harley sitting there surrounded by a sea of materials and a sewing machine.

"New costume Harls?"

"You bet! How was Jonny Boy? I didn't get the chance to say hi."she grinned at me shamelessly then.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I went to start making coffee and she followed me into the kitchen.

"Don't be silly Curly, I heard the two of ya talkin' last night... not just talkin' either." this was followed by a fit of giggles.

"Harley!" I gasped and threw my spoon at her which she ducked neatly.

"Don't ya worry Curly, you're secret's safe with me. I don't mind either, it's nice seein' ya so happy for once!"

"You promise you're not mad?" I stuck my little finger out to her for a pinkie swear, something which we had started to do a lot recently, maybe because it seemed to help keep us both grounded somewhat.

"I promise."

Over the next few days I became very busy overseeing my move back into Arkham mansion, I wanted to be all set up and ready for when Harley put her scheme into action. After the last of my stuff had been moved from the apartment I stood in the emptiness of my living room with Harley, she was leaving to start work on her plan that evening.

"How exactly did ya plan on gettin' the boys back?" I handed her a box.

"In this is a very large green and purple firework, go on top of a tall building near the steel mill or even above the gate to it and fire it. Any goon with a handful of brain cells should be able to figure out what it means.

"Ohhh nice idea! Puddin' woulda loved that." She looked sad again as she said that, I put my arm around her.

"He would be proud to see you causing trouble for Bats too, remember that." she put her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks Curls, you've been ace."

"It's nothing. Now for your second present." I got a pregnancy test box out of my pocket "I took this earlier and I can promise you it's negative; no one will know you're pregnant!" she squealed and hugged me so tightly I struggled to breath.

"Go show that bully, who's who." I winked at her as she skipped from the door, and hoped she would be okay.

I stepped out from my car in front of Arkham Mansion with my suitcase and memories of when I had done this last came rushing back. I had been angry and nervous, I had felt like I was stepping into a trap living with Quincy, and I had. However I also had been stepping towards today, this was my asylum now, no one could take it from me. My heads of staff were waiting for me, head of security, lead psychiatrist and head physician. They were all handpicked by myself to be completely loyal, they would keep any secret I needed them to. They filled me in on all the last minute details before going back about their business and I opened the door to the mansion. It was lighter than I remembered it, although that could have been down to the improved electrics installed with the renovation. I had decided to take the bedroom that was adjoined with my new office, to save time and effort walking around the large building. I ran my hands up the banister of the staircase, remembering what this place had been like when my parents were still alive, I had fallen down these stairs once and broken my ankle, my Dad had carried me over to the medical facility for them to sort me out. After that he had made a big show about telling me to use the banister when walking down the stairs, it was like a pet cat or dog he said, it needs lots of attention so you have to stroke it whenever you go down the stairs. It was silly of course, but I was five and took it very seriously. I walked into my office and looked around, they had done a good job repairing it, there was no sign of the explosion that killed Dr Young; or the blood stain from the two men I killed early on that night. Technically I had killed Dr Young too but I internally decided I shared that one with the clown. I sat at my desk and surveyed the security cameras, there was one person in particular I was looking for, a smile pulled its way across my face as my eyes fell on him, Edward Nygma. I made a mental note to pay his cell in the intensive treatment building a visit, I still needed someone to track down Batman's identity for me and Ivy had recommended asking Eddie.

That day I attended a couple of meetings and filled in some paperwork, mostly about the changes to the computer system, but all the while I was worrying about Harley. It wasn't until the next day that I got my update on her in the form of her being dropped in by Commissioner Gordon. I went down to receive them as she was brought in.

"Thank you Commissioner, lovely to see you." I shook his hand, I had nothing against Gordon, he seemed a perfectly pleasant man who only did his job and did it justly at that.

"No worries Miss Arkham, how're you finding things at the top then?"

"More stressful but that's to be expected!" we had a polite laugh together and I walked up to Harley who was strapped to one of those metal boards, Quincy had strapped me to that time. "Harleen Quinzel, otherwise known as Harley Quinn." I spoke out loud from my check list, it was important it seem as if I had never actually encountered her before.

"That's me!" I gave her a smile.

"Well i'm Genevieve Arkham and this is my asylum. I hope you find your time here helpful Harley." she gave me a grin so large it looked painful before I stepped back to allow my chief of medical to check her over.

"I see you're going for a more friendly approach than Sharp did." Gordon said.

"If you treat your patients as second rate citizens then they will likely refuse to get better out of spite. Quincy could never see that and treated them appallingly; he killed a couple of patients here you know?"

"I had heard. Well i'm glad you care about the job at hand and it's refreshing to have someone without a superiority complex in charge." I laughed, it was useful to have Gordon on my side.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of tea of coffee?" I offered.

"Thanks but I should be getting back, anything could be happening in this city!"

I accompanied Harley to her cell and when we were left alone I sat next to her.

"How was it?"

"You were right, I didn't stand a chance. He woulda found the test by now though."

"Good. That mean you and the baby are safe. I'll have one of the doctors keep an eye on your pregnancy, I knew her as a child and she understands the situation; she won't tell. You'll have to stay in this temporary cell tonight but i'll arrange to have you moved to a more comfortable one in the morning, we can't have a pregnant lady sleeping on a bed like this now can we?"

"You're amazin' Curls, a godsend." we laughed and hugged before I left her to sleep.

I made arrangements for something else that night too; Quincy's nephew Andrew had gone on the run after the events of Arkham City, and the police had yet to catch him. I was bored waiting and didn't agree with their justice anyway. I had called Selina up a few days ago and asked her try and hunt him down for me, for a small fee of course. When I got back to my office I had a voicemail from her saying she had him and asking what I would like her to do with him. I called her back.

"Genevieve, long time no see!"

"Nice to hear from you Selina . So you have him?"

"Caught like a rat in a trap."

"There is a small shack down at the Arkham Island dock, if you could meet me there asap that would be great."

"See you soon then Miss Genevieve." I put on a coat and headed down to the dock, I wasn't waiting there long before she appeared behind me, holding Andrew, with a bag over his head.

"Thanks Selina, you've been wonderful."I said as she shoved him into the shack and took the bag and gag off his head.

"Anything for a friend."

"Friend?! Seems you lowlife skanks keep each other company." Andrew spat indignantly. I slapped him hard across the face.

"Now, now Andrew. No need to be rude to dear Selina here, besides insults would be very ill advised right now." that shut him up for the moment.

"I best be heading off then."Selina said "Hopefully i'll see you soon!"

"Bye, and thanks again!" I turned and saw she was already gone. "Looks like it's just the two of us then." I smiled at Andrew.

"You think you're so tough..." I punched him hard in the stomach.

"Think? I know i'm tough Andrew. You know how?" he shook his head. I lifted up my sleeve to reveal the marks Zsasz had given me. "These were given to me by a man called Victor Zsasz, do you know what they signify?" he shook his head again, I sighed. "So you're stupid as well as a rat. They each signify one person i've killed, and let me tell you they are at least eight people out of date." He looked pale then. "So if you think I won't kill you you're wrong, because I will, that's a certainty, he real question is, will it be fast or slow?"

"Please..."

"Please what? Have mercy? You wouldn't have done if your uncle hadn't stopped you. I should castrate you for what you tried to do." He flinched away and I laughed harshly."I won't, don't you worry." I pulled a chair up in front of him and started to play with the knife in my hands. "It's gonna be slow though." I plunged my knife into his stomach causing him to scream in pain. "That will have punctured one of your lungs, it will give you a slow and painful death." I undid his shirt and started to carve a word into his chest. When I was done I set about carving my three kisses into his forehead. "When you've died some of my people will plant you somewhere in Gotham to be found, and everyone will know you for what you are." I'd labeled him now. I took a step back and looked at him, his torso read:

Rapist.

His fatal stab wound made up the full stop. I put the knife back in my pocket and headed back to the mansion without a look back in his direction, he was as good as dead now.