The orderly rapt the door of Dr. Damien Logan's office three time. "Come in," his voice was irritatingly chipper for someone who worked in a mental home for the criminally insane, especially for someone first thing in the morning. Kat was not looking forward to this; in fact she was dreading it as they opened the door. "Ah Doctor Tailer. Good to see you please, come, take a seat." He gestured to the seat in front of his desk.

Kat shock herself out of the grasp of the orderlies and stepped forward. She sat down and she heard a slight whirring noise in the corner. She glanced over to see a small tape recorder and a microphone sitting in between herself and Doctor Logan. "Is that compulsory?" she asked pointing at the recording equipment.

"Hmm? Ah yes that, it's so I can listen to our session later," he dismissed her quietly. "It's nothing really, sit"

Kat sat down in the small chair, thinking to herself as Dr. Logan finished what he was writing. 'Did he just dismiss like some annoying child. Unbelievable, I'll have to see what he'd say if he saw me when I'm not in an Asylum.' She laughed to herself, she'd have to do that when she got out of here…Suddenly there was a knock at the door, her ears and nose twitched with curiosity. The door opened to reveal a stout, bald man in a sharp suit.

"Ah, Warden Sharp, good morning." Dr. Logan stood and offered him her hand.

Quincy took the hand and shook it quickly, "Good morning Dr. Logan and this must be our newest patient." He said to Dr. Logan turning to Kat. "Good morning and how are you today?" Quincy Sharp spoke to Kat loudly and slowly.

Kat smirked up at him and mocked his tone, "I'm fine how are you?" he glared down at Kat she matched his stare with unusually dark eyes. He turned away and sat in the corner.

"Just carry on," he sniffed sharply as he sat down into the chair.

'Sharp by name, sharp by nature.' Kat smirked to herself.

"Ok then." Dr. Logan coughed nervously as he took his seat again. "Dr. Tailer since you're not a citizen of the US and you are technically an illegal immigrant we cannot do a background check on you for some basic information before we begin your first mental evaluation. Please answer truthfully, alright?" He readied his pen and clip board.

Kat nodded, "Fair enough, go ahead."

"Full name," Dr. Logan began his interrogation

"Katherine Annabelle Tailer." She replied.

"And how old are you?" He scribbled on the page.

"Shouldn't you buy me a drink first?" Kat giggled.

"Doctor Tailer." He looked at her sternly.

"Sorry, sorry," She was still giggling slightly. "I'm 27"

"Really?" He looked at her disbelievingly, she didn't look as young as 27.

"I know I'm younger than I look, it's the eyes, they make me look older." Kat gestured towards her dark brown, almond shaped eyes. They reminded Dr. Logan of a wolf's eyes.

"Yes well, where are you from?" He continued.

"Northern Ireland." Kat stated.

"So your nationality is Irish?" he questioned.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm both British and Irish."

"What?" Dr. Logan looked at her in a quizzical manor.

"It's a long story entitled 'The Troubles' please continue." Kat was sharp, not wanting to talk about where she came from.

"Ok…date of birth?"

"19th of June."

"Any allergies or medical conditions?"

"Not that I know of, fit as a fiddle."

"Alrighty then! That's that over with so, how was your first night here at Arkham?" He grinned as he put down his clipboard and pen.

"Well, where do I start?" She grinned back at Dr. Logan childishly, and took a deep breath. "The orderlies are mean, the bed is uncomfortable, the sheets are scratchy and the mattress is as hard as a rock, my cell smells funny, I have earache from the siren this morning, there is no light bulb in my cell," she stopped to giggle at the last one. "Oh, and my feet are cold." She grabbed her leg and pulled one of her bare feet on to Dr. Logan's desk.

"I see, well we'll try to fix some of that." He nodded slowly.

"Oh no it's fine," she smiled. "I can handle the orderlies, I'm used to an uncomfortable, I'm sure I'll get used to the smell, I've got a high pain threshold, I like my feet to be cold and the light bulb," she chuckled. "Was kind of my fault, besides I like the dark."

"Well then Dr. Tailer, why don't you tell us a bit about your childhood?" Dr. Logan glanced at Warden Sharp in the corner, clearly nervous that his boss was in the room.

'Childhood? Why is it always the childhood with these people?' She shrugged, "What would you like to know?"

"Why don't we start with your earliest memory?" Dr. Logan moved the microphone closer to Kat.

Kat gulped, she hated talking about her past, and it made her slightly homesick. 'OK, here goes.'

Two hours later they were still talking about her childhood. Kat had told Dr. Logan her earliest memory of being put in a tin bath by her older brother with her uncle's puppies when she had been visiting her extended family in Australia. She told him about her mum and dad and how supportive they had been about her being a vet, how they knew nothing about the experiments.

"And I suppose you want to know about my school life and friends too, don't you?" Kat's voice was obviously bored.

"If you wouldn't mind telling us," Dr. Logan was smiling oblivious to her boredom. "Then very well."

"Well in Primary school I made a friend called David," her voice dripped with disgust as she mentioned his name. "And when I was with him, I couldn't hear the hurtful things others would've said about me. I was bullied as a child you see; I've only had two friends in my entire life. David and the man in the cell opposite mine." Kat smiled cheekily as the colour drained from Dr. Logan's face. She sniffed, the scent of fear slowly filled the air as they began to realise who was in the cell opposite Kat's. Warden Sharp shifted nervously in his chair. 'Damn Chuckles is well known!'

"S...so," Dr. Logan stuttered after a few moments of silence. "The Joker is your friend?"

"Um…yeah, is that a problem?" She had basically been living under a rock for the last 3 months absorbed by her work, she knew nothing about the Joker.

"No, no! So" Dr. Logan spluttered onwards. "You were saying?"

"Ah yes! About school, well everything was fine until I went to secondary school. I went to a different school from David you see and on the 3rd or 4th day at the school the boys in my class were playing tennis and a little kitten was on the court," she swallowed as she remembered the day that changed how she thought of people and the little ginger kitten. "To get it off the court they kicked it, hard. Of course, as any compassionate being would, I ran over to see if the kitten was alright and its leg was broken. That broke my temper. I went over to the boy who had kicked that poor defenceless kitten and I kicked him. I kicked him until he was nothing but a snivelling wreck on the ground. Or at least that's what I was told. I actually blacked out," Kat finished her tale staring at the desk.

"So have you always had a short temper?" Dr. Logan looked interested.

"Not really, just when it comes to people mistreating animals and my friends." She smiled calmly as her tail tapped rhythmically on the chair. "But as I was saying it was on that day I decided I would help animals, speak for them, fight for them. I just didn't know how then, but I was smart and I had time. I found comfort from the bullying in my books, books where anything could happen say for instance 'Alice in Wonderland' and my studies. By the time I was 15 I was reading medical journals considering the concept of the configuration of DNA. Every year I was getting smarter and closer to my goal."

"Which was?" pressed Dr. Logan.

"To help the animals. You see I could make people understand how brilliant animals were if they were like animals. So I could make them see by making them like animals." Kat explained. "But, until a few years ago, I was scared to use human test subjects."

"And what exactly changed that opinion?" Dr. Logan leaned forward, his brow knitted.

"What was it?" Kat repeated to herself, "Well it was…" she trailed off as she remembered the pain, it still hurt to talk about him.

"Was…what?" pushed Dr. Logan.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She said quickly as she wiped a solitary tear out of her eye.

"Well surely it must have been something." A finger stroked his bearded chin in a perplexed manor.

"Really it was just a bad day…" Kat brushed off the questions. She was beginning to become really annoyed by this doctor, why couldn't he take no for an answer?

"Are you sure?" He said in an odd tone.

"Entirely." Kat bluntly stated

"Really?" Dr. Logan sounded like an annoying child

"Yes." Her voice was dripping with totally and utter loathing and agitation.

"It just seemed like you had something to say on the mat-" He began.

"IT WAS NOTHING!" Kat temper suddenly ran out. "I SAID NOTHING SO QUITE OBVIOUSLY IT WAS NOTHING! HAVE YOU GOT A PROBLEM DOC? OR DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YA? N-O-T-H-I-N-G! WHAT PART DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THE NO? OR THE THING?" She finished breathing heavily, towering over Dr. Logan. During her fit of temporary rage her chair had ended up beside Warden Sharp in the corner. "I-I'm sorry." She mumbled going to retrieve the chair. "W-what just happened?" she sat back down a look of total confusion on her face.

"You mean you don't remember any of that?" Dr. Logan was taken aback by this but all the time getting a full view of her mental state.

"No…all I remember is you repeatedly asking me an annoying question." Kat looked at Dr. Logan innocently.

"Hmmm… that's very interesting," he nodded to himself mulling over all the facts. Suddenly Quincy Sharp coughed over in the corner and tapped his wrist vigorously. Dr. Logan checked his wrist watch, nearly 10:00. "I'm afraid, Dr. Tailer, that's all we have time for today but I must inform you now that you are to attend court tomorrow morning at this time tomorrow, alright?" Dr. Logan told Kat.

Kat nodded, "That makes sense, so where will I be going now?"

"Well the orderlies will escort you back to your cell and then at noon you will join the rest of the inmates in the mess hall for lunch, ok?" He informed Kat.

Kat nodded and fixed him with a hard stare, 'I still don't like you…' She told him silently through the stare.

He pressed the button signalling the orderlies as Quincy Sharp stood up and smoothed out his suit. The warden nodded a good bye to Dr. Logan and looked at Kat in a way that could only be described as total disgust. Warden Sharp opened the door and walked through before two orderlies came in and took up either side of Kat. As she was lead out the door she heard Dr. Logan begin to state notes into the microphone, "The patient shows signs of multiple personality disorder," Kat didn't hear the end as the door was closed over before she could hear the full mental evaluation.

As she was lead down the dim hallways towards 'Cell 516' she replayed the little of the mental evaluation she had heard, 'Multiple personality disorder…makes sense I guess. Explains why sometimes I'm nice and other times I'm violent.' They were approaching the cell she glanced over to the Joker's cell, he wasn't there… 'He must be at therapy…' Kat thought to herself as she was shoved into her cell.

She opened her jaws wide and yawned like a lion. It may be before noon but she had had a restless nights sleep here; maybe she could have a nap. Quickly she straightened the sheet on her cot before collapsing onto it and, curling up, she promptly fell into a delightful sleep.