The cool air brushed between strand of brunette hair. The sun peaked through challenging clouds above. The sounds of Gotham could be heard everywhere.

Albany's eyes were set on a mother and her small child across the park.

The child climb onto the bike, the mother behind her helping to keep the bike straight.

Albany noted this was the child's fourth attempt of riding her bike on her own. It was one of her favorite memories of her and her mother.

They had spent the entire day at the park. Her father had an important business meeting in the next town over. He expected to be there all day, so Albany and her mother took advantage of that and decided to have a mother and daughter day. She told Albany they could do whatever she wanted. Albany had already decided she wanted to spend the day at the park with a picnic lunch, an ice cream and to ride her new bike. Her mother had brought it for her only a week before, it was her birthday present. That year was the first year it was it her and her mother.

It was also the last.

The day after that perfect memory, was a tragic one. That was the day of the accident, the day her entire world changed.

Albany watched the young child skip over to the ice cream van, money in hand. Her smile was interrupted by a beeping. She looked down at her watch. "Is it that time already?" she groaned. She looked over at her fingers. She had to cut her other nails shorter, to match the ones on her hand. She expected to be surprised at her injury, but due to recent events, nothing surprised her anymore.

She picked up her bag, flung it over her shoulder and began to walk back to the bus stop. As she crossed the road, her phone rang. She dug into her bag and brought it out. "For god sake!" She hit the deny button and shoved it back into her bag.

"I'm not going to stop."

Albany froze at the sound of a voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder, then turned her body round when she saw her father behind her.

"L-leave me alone!" she shouted.

"Like it or not, you are my daughter. I want to talk to you, so I'm gonna talk to you," he said in an authoritative voice.

"Fuck off!" this time her voice was a scream.

"Is everything okay, miss?"

Albany looked to her right to see Jim Gordon standing next to her in full uniform.

"I'm just talking to my daughter." Her father smiled. "Been trying to find her for years now."

"I said leave me alone!"

"Sir, I think you should leave for now," said Jim.

Her father took a step towards her.

Albany smelt alcohol on his breath, this didn't surprise her.

"You ran away," he slurred. "Bad girls run away. Are you a bad girl, Albany?"

Sir, please keep your distance."

Her father ignored the cop's words and continued to move towards her.

"You know what happens to bad girls, don't you?"

Albany stepped back, trying to distance herself from both of the figures.

Her father's face changed as he lunged for her. He tackled her to the ground.

Albany had a thousand memories shoot into her mind as she screamed. She felt her father being pulled from her, but it wasn't long until he was on her once again. She felt hands on the edge of her belt, trying desperately to undo them. Another hand was now on her, more images shot into her mind. She recognized the images as Jim Gordon and Jerome. Her head felt as if it was about to explode. Again, the weight of her father was pulled off of her, this was her chance. As soon as she was free she scrambled to her feet and ran. Before she knew it, she was outside a mahogany door with the number six on it. She thrust the key into the door and fell into the room. She turned and slammed the door shut, making sure she locked it. She placed her forehead against the mahogany wood and began to violently cry.

"Trust me..."

Albany opened her eyes upon hearing a voice. She found herself in Jerome's bed. She saw a dim light glowing in the next room across. She pulled the covers off of her and brought herself to her feet. As she entered the room, the smell of cigarettes hit her.

"Want one?"

She spotted a ginger haired man sat in a chair, he was holding a cigarette out to her.

"You look like you need it, doll."

Albany grabbed the cigarette and shoved it in her mouth. She grabbed the lighter on the small table. She attempted to light it, but her hands were shaking so much she dropped it.

"Here." Jerome leaned across to her and flicked a lighter to life.

Albany moved over and lit her cigarette from the flame. She inhaled deeply, then let out an equally deep exhale.

"Better?"

Albany leaned her head back on the back of the sofa.

"Looks like you had a rough day," he commented.

"Rough," she smirked, "is an understatement."

"My offer still stands."

"So you're an expert at killing parents?" she asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Well, I killed both of mine easily enough."

"Yeah, look where you ended up. Dead."

He waved her comment away with his hand. "Minor setback."

After some thought, Albany lifted her head to look at him. She watched him take another pull from his glowing cigarette. "Do you really expect to just get up and walk out of Indian Hill?"

"I've still got a lot of tricks up my sleeve." He pulled out an ace card from his sleeve. "See." He smiled.

"So how do you plan to get out then?" she ignored his trick display.

Jerome placed the card onto the table. "I've had a look around, got a few ideas."

"Care to share?"

"Your father seems nice," he said, lighting another cigarette.

Albany stood and walked towards the door.

Jerome shot up and jumped in front of her. "I'm kidding, sweets."

Albany turned her face from him to try hide her expression.

"He's been looking for you, huh?" he tilted his head round to try catch a glimpse of hers. "You're looking at an expert here, you said so yourself, right?"

She looked at him. "I also said I'm not a murderer."

"I know you're not."

The doctor noticed his emphases on the word. "You mean...you'd kill him?"

"Well," he began, "I like to think it would be a lot more rewarding for you to get a look in, but if you prefer not to, then I'm sure I can handle it." He grinned. Jerome could see Albany was conflicted with emotions. "The way I see it doll, is you got two choices. One, kill the bastard, or two, live the rest of your life in fear of him and possibly be stuck inside that damn facility for the remainder of your days, and beyond."

"You'd let me come with you?" she asked, surprised.

"Out of the facility? Sure! You're fun to be around," he winked. He suddenly looked around. "Oh! Time for me to go!"

"Wait!" Albany looked up, but he was already gone. She looked around the apartment, but she was alone. Her eyes landed on the ace card Jerome had placed on the table. She picked it up. She saw something written on it. "Trust me," she read aloud. She flipped it over to see two more words on the back of the card.

Wake up.

Albany opened her eyes. She realized she was still in Jerome's apartment. She pushed herself off of the bed and grabbed her phone. She hadn't been asleep long, she could still get back to the facility in time if she left now. She would have to grab a cab instead of the bus. She gathered her stuff as she planned her route in her mind. When she walked into the next room something had drawn her attention to the table in front of a chair and sofa. There was one solitary item sat on the table top.

An ace card.