"Okay, lights out."

Nighttime at Arkham was routine. Inmates would perform their nightly rituals then go to bed. That is… unless someone was being particularly unruly. Sometimes you could hear the mad cackling or incoherent babbling of Gotham's worst. Tonight was no different, it seemed almost like everyone in Arkham was up. At times like these Eva was glad she was a heavy sleeper, although, for Jervis and Jonathan, it was quite a burden.

"She's dreaming now… and what do you think she's dreaming about?"

"You're about two letters off on that quote."

"Well, she is a she and not a he"

"Well, obviously."

Jervis and Jonathan had snuck into her cell with ease, but they were having trouble figuring out how to wake her.

"Let us wake her as we did the dormouse," Jervis cried enthusiastically.

"You mean pinch her awake?" Jervis nodded. And with that both men pinched her arms. Eva got up startled, but was still half-asleep.

"Wha…," She spoke softly, then fell back to sleep. Jervis poked her face.

"Miss Torrez you have to wake up now."

`"No I don't Jervis, it's still nighttime," She muttered. Jervis' eyes went wide with joy and surprise. Eva could still answer him, even in her sleep.

"Marchie, I have decided that Miss Torrez would make a splendid addition to our tea party."

"What are you blabbering on about?" Jonathan asked his annoyance of his nickname evident.

"She shall be our dormouse, and what a wonderful dormouse she'll make, telling us stories in her sleep…" The hatter went on about his plans for the slumbering woman. Just then a small explosion came from down the hall. A cry that fully woke even the "dormouse" was heard.

"Whataya mean I can't have anotha blanket?" Harley's shriek echoed.

That was their cue, Harley distracted the guards with a pointless argument, and the two gave Eva her instructions on escaping.

"What was that?" Eva yelled then looked to her "guests".

"What are you two doing in my cell?" Before Jervis could give her the 'oh so special news' Jonathan took charge of the situation.

"Harleen is causing a distraction so a few of us can escape, including you."

"Me? I don't know…" Jervis interrupted her.

"Oh come now, it's quite entertaining, besides you can't like Arkham that much can you?"

It was true she hated many things about this place, the food, the treatment, some of the inmates, her sleeping quarters and of course her hideous uniform. But, the isolation from the world that shunned her was enough to make her like it here. Still… she had to admit, she missed some of society's perks.

"Fine then, let's go," she said standing up to leave.

"Sorry Dormouse, but this is a trip you'll have to make on your own," Jervis apologized.

"We will give you a bit of a push though," Jonathan added. They then proceeded to take her to the closest window. Jervis opened it revealing the ground about a story below.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Giving you a push, now try not to get caught too early," Crane said over the madness that was an Arkham riot that started so quickly it was almost… planned.

"And do come for a bit of tea if you find us."With their last goodbyes they pushed Eva out the window.

Luckily, she fell on the bushes outside the building, unluckily they were thorn bushes. Although painfully sore and bleeding, she was out of that hell house. She was free. God, she hated Edward at the moment, but not as much as she hated those guys for doing this. She may be out, but for how long?