Disclaimer—DC Comics owns their people, I don't.

It has been brought to my attention that I may be writing DC's characters as OOC, so I'll do my best to keep 'em in character, yeah?

I don't update regularly, and sometimes it can be months until I get around to posting a chapter, but I'm nowhere near done with this.

I got a private message recently asking me to update. So, dark angel36, this one's for you.

I appreciate every review I get, so I give a big thank you to highland girl 1592, sperky7220, Bella-Swan1, and anyone else who's taken the time to leave a comment. Thank you guys so much, your feedback means a lot.

An extra special thanks goes to Sperky7220 and Bella-Swan1. You guys are the most awesome friends ever! I owe you both a hug and a cookie.

Now that that's out of my system, on with the story! (This will now begin to have some sort of plot).

"Ah, Arkham, how I've missed you," Becca said sarcastically as she sat with Harley, Jonathan, Two-Face, Edward, and a familiar-looking blonde girl in one of the counseling rooms, waiting for Dr. Leland.

"Really?" Harley asked.

"Sarcasm must be a foreign language to you."

showed up moments later with another woman trailing behind her. "Good afternoon," she greeted the patients. "This is Dr. Thompson, the head psychologist here at Arkham."

"Good for her," Becca mumbled. She didn't really look up at the woman, just kept her focus on her feet.

"She's going to be observing our session today," Dr. Leland informed them as she took a seat. "So, who would like to start? Edward? I haven't seen you in a while. I hope you haven't been causing too much trouble."

"Though my brilliant mind has had many big plans for this city, I've been, ah, preoccupied," said Edward. The blonde girl next to him shifted slightly.

"I see. Harley? How have you been?"

Harley began to pout. "It's been real awful without Puddin.' Just knowin' he's out there somewhere without me." Her pout turned into a smile. "But we'll be together again soon enough."

"Uh-huh . . . . . Harvey? Anything on your mind?"

Two-face held up his coin and flipped it in the air, then caught it. He looked down at the coin resting scratched-side up on his hand. "Nope," he said.

Dr. Leland sighed. Some things never changed. "Rebecca, how have you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

Becca shrugged. She looked up at Dr. Leland then at their observer. Her eyes grew wide and she stood up abruptly. "I, um, need to . . . . . Harley!" she said suddenly and dragged a confused Harley to her feet. "Harley, here, is sick, so she needs to go to the health clinic. Like, right now."

"I'm not sick—OW!" Harley was cut off when Becca elbowed her.

"Yes you are," she hissed.

"No I'm not," Harley argued. "I'm fine."

Becca groaned. "Fine, but I still gotta go," she said before turning towards the therapy couch and kicking it with all her might. She yelped and grabbed her foot. "See? Can't hop around Arkham, can I? Gotta go get this looked at," she squeaked as she hobbled towards the door. "Ow," she mumbled as she quickly made her exit.

Dr. Leland never made a move to stop her. She was too confused about what just happened.

As soon as Becca was through the door she bolted for the clinic. When she got there, Mabel was looking through a cabinet full of medicine. "God-damn pain pill thief," the nurse mumbled before she noticed Becca. "Becca," she said, a little surprised. "Did you hurt yourself again already?"

Becca began pacing the clinic. "I hurt my foot."

"What did you do?"

"I kicked the therapy couch."

Mabel blinked. "Do I even want to know why?"

Becca stopped pacing and covered her face in her hands. "I had to get out of there before she recognized me," she mumbled.

"Eh? Before who recognized you?"

Becca groaned and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, counted silently to ten, and then dropped her hands by her sides and sat in one of the clinic's plastic chairs.

"My mother."

A/N: I had a lot of this typed back at the beginning of June, and I meant to finish it and post it. A day before I finished, my Grandpa passed away. June was a shitty month for me, and I'm still a little depressed, but I'm feeling a lot better.