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"N-no d-don't shoot… DON'T SHOOT," Evangelina woke up screaming.

"Hmm…Shoot? What would that be Jonathan?"

"I'd say hoplophobia, a fear of firearms."

Evangelina, sitting on the floor, looked up at the Hatter and scarecrow. The effects of the fear gas still lingered, but they were slowly leaving her.

"I'm sorry my dear, I should've warned you earlier that Jonathan doesn't like having his sanity in question. Oh! And that he's loose with his fear gas." The mad Hatter helped her off the ground with a smile on his face, as if Jonathan had only just put a fake spider in her hair.

"I'll remember that." She was barely standing, her knees were weak, and she needed to sit down. That was the worst experience of her life, everything horrible that's ever happened to her, all the

The fears she's ever had, even some she didn't know she had, came forth. And even though she was still shaking, she wasn't about to let anyone se her so weak. But, one thing still bothered her mind; they had seen her in her most vulnerable state, so how did she act in that time?

"What do you two know about my fears?" The Hatter was a bit uncomfortable with her question. He didn't like to talk about fears or other such bad thoughts. The scarecrow, on the other hand, was all too happy to discuss this with her.

"You suffer from common fears, such as those of heights and spiders, but I was able to see three distinct phobias from you, katagelophobia, a fear of ridicule, kakorrhaphobia, a fear of defeat, and hoplophobia, a fear of firearms."

Evangelina just stared at him with a look of confusion, and turned to the hatter. He did his best to explain the scarecrow to her.

He was a tortured as a child and has developed infinity for phobias," he whispered in her ear.

"Ah… but I meant, how did I react to those fears?" she said the words steadily, making sure not to show any emotion that they could use against her.

"Ya where cryin' in tha corner, sayin' stuff like 'leave me alone' 'yes I can' and don't shoot'," said a voice in a bubbly tone. The three turned around to see the blonde pigtailed woman and the red haired woman walk toward them.

"Hi proffessa Crane, Jervis, Angie," the woman waved.

"Angie?"

"Ya name's too long, so I gave ya a nickname."

"Well most people call me Eva."

"If you haven't noticed we're not most people," the redheaded woman came up behind the other.

"Besides we think Angela fits you better," she continued, "I'm Poison Ivy, and that-she moved her head toward her friend- is Harley Quinn."

"Hiya, Red said we shouldn't talk ta ya until we knew ya weren't bonkers." Poison Ivy shot a glare at her, but Harley just kept smiling at her.

Eva registered the scene in her mind. She had just met the Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn, and they were all talking civilly in the Arkham Asylum rec room. Worst of all, she actually felt comfortable with these people; they were much more interesting and talkative than anyone she'd ever met in her daily life. She was especially amazed that they could change the subject from her terror to whether or not she was crazy in a matter of seconds."

"Sorry, but here it's hard to tell, most of the people caught by batman aren't really insane, society just think we are because of what we wear."

Wait did she say Batman?

"Batman! You mean I was caught by Batman?" Eva was shouting by now, and everyone looked to see the yelling woman. She looked around the room frantically, as if she was tring to find something, anything that made sense. Everything was just too much! Batman! Costumes! Murder! What the hell had she done?