Lyle was pleased as he finished re-inspecting the new upgrades in the security systems. This would be the last time they'd be checked before starting. Although they would still be re-checked at least once a month, on the same day every month.

Lyle immediately began with instigating order in his new domain. This scum, apparently, was free to do as they wished. The only thing was their scheduled sessions with their doctors. That was about to change. As Lyle went down the corridor the alarm rang.

Starting today there would be no more sleeping in late. The latest was four thirty. Weekends as well, he decided. And everyone had to be up as soon as they heard the alarm, too. Anyone who refused to acknowledge it and stayed in bed, even awake, would be dragged out immediately.

This first morning no one was expecting it. Everyone was still sleeping soundly when they were awakened by the sound of the alarm. It was loud enough that no one could possibly excuse themselves by saying they hadn't heard it.

Harley was so taken by surprise in fact that she fell out of her bed. And she had been having such a neat dream! Now she wouldn't be able to find out how it ended! Pouting, she put her pillow, which had fallen along with her and the blankets, under her head. She lie on the floor, it would help her wake up a little more. Probably someone escaped last night and they'd barely noticed 'til this morning. But that was hardly reason to wake everyone else from their slumber!!!

She hadn't slept too well since the new head of security had ordered that the hard wood be put on all the beds. She would be surprised if she came across anyone who had slept well the night before. As she looked up she saw precisely the one who was most likely guilty of having woken her up. The chief of security.

Passing her cell, Bolton saw Harley lying out on the floor. He fumed, and grabbed one of her pigtails, demanding to know what she was doing down there when she should be appreciating that she had a bed to sleep in at all. Many honest citizens were sleeping on the streets, while this scum thought the beds here weren't good enough for them! That was very well! Because from now on, Harley need not have to worry that she would have to suffer from the humiliation of sleeping on such a bed! Bolton pulled her out of her cell. This would be the first one in solitary.

Harley was so taken by surprise, that for once she didn't have any clue what to respond. She certainly never expected such treatment here! She'd slept in worse places than on hard wood boards, true, but at least her puddin', had never grabbed her by hair, at least, just by her arm. This really hurt! She'd never even think to complain even to herself again, when her puddin' or anyone pulled her by her arm again.

That was the last time she slept with her hair still in pigtails, she thought, as he pulled her out of her cell by her hair. He pulled very hard, too. Not to mention he shook and tugged at her hair as well! And he walked much faster than she did. She could barely keep her balance, as he pulled her, and made a desperate effort to keep her balance. It felt as though her head were about to split in two, and if she tripped, she felt almost sure he wouldn't stop and wait for her to get up. He would most likely keep pulling, and drag her on the ground by her hair. She hadn't done anything, either!

As soon as everyone was out of bed, instead of heading to breakfast, no one was going anywhere near the dining room until they had passed inspection. Everyone had exactly no more than fifteen minutes to shower and get ready. Anyone who wasn't would simply just not have breakfast.

Many inmates were also surprised to find that there was no hot water. No matter what, the water was freezing. Lyle had had the water heating system disconnected. Even though he hadn't worked here long, he was already starting to save money for them! Good. Such money, instead of being wasted on making these criminals more comfortable, would now go towards more important things which would actually help protect Gotham instead. And cold water was much better anyway, as it wasn't as pleasant as bathing in warm water.

'Perfect', Lyle thought, looking at his watch, as he returned. The day was only beginning, and already, one of these lunatics was about to spend her first day in solitary. Of course, this was only her first day.

Breakfast would be served in exactly three minutes. Right on schedule. Anyone not ready would not only not eat breakfast, but also beginning their first day in solitary, as well. It seemed the perfect way to begin enforcing discipline. Of course, he had no doubt that before the week, if not the day was over, each and every one of these lunatics would have spend time in solitary.