I can't believe how long it has been since my last update grrr! Sorry if i've kept you waiting but since i'm back at school homework has been piled on me and i've had no time to write but enough with excuses, i've been really excited at the amazing reviews that i've been getting and it means so much so thank you.

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I think that's all, brace yourself...

'What do you mean Dr Crane has been moved?!' Alice stood by Arkham Asylum's reception desk, almost shouting at the withered receptionist. A few Guards glanced in their direction but didn't intervene, for you see they all remembered Alice and what she could do with a fork. The receptionist wore a weary smile and tried to calm Alice down by explaining where Crane was again.

'Dr Arkham's diagnosis of Mr Crane was that he was sane, he was just… evil. He has been sent to Blackgate as a result, you are able to visit him there but only when the security think you are safe to visit him. You may visit one of the other patients as an apology, who would you like to see?' The receptionist fiddled with a pen that was in her wrinkled hand, twirling it in her fingers. Alice thought carefully about who she would see, the only reason she was visiting now was because of her 'little chat' with Harvey Dent. She wanted to tell someone and she thought only Crane would know what to do, she needed to see him. It had been two months of what was equivalent to a normal life in Gotham, if anything she needed the old insanity that she used to know so well.

'I would like to see The Joker, though I disagree on Dr Arkham's diagnosis. Dr Crane wasn't evil, he was a good man, he just had a troubled past.' Her voice was a little too demanding but she didn't care, she needed some insanity.

'Very well, have a seat while we prepare The Joker.' She pointed a claw like finger to a row of chairs across the room and then picked up the phone that was hidden behind the desk. Alice sighed and sat in the middle chair, nothing had changed since her departure. The walls were still their none-threatening white, the ceiling was still low and the screams were still the same. Alice closed her eyes has she heard those screams again, she imagined she was back in the cell that she was in before she had been moved to intensive care. She remembered the knife that she had used to self-harm herself, she cringed at the memory. The word 'dangerous' was still visible on her skin but it had faded so you had to really look to see it. It was a scar to remind her of the insanity that once engulfed her, to hear those screams again was painful rather than enjoyable as it once was.

She wondered how Bolton was doing after his nemesis had left, probably still trying to outwit The Joker. The thought brought a smile to Alice's face, she did miss the Asylum. She had changed over the two months, she had her own style of clothing which was mostly a hoodie of some colour that hid a skull covered t-shirt. She mostly wore dark blue jeans or baggy trousers, black sneakers were also a favourite. The one thing that she wore everyday was the silver necklace that Alistair had bought her as a welcoming present, her name engraved on the silver plate.

She had changed so much she wondered if The Clown Prince of Crime would recognise her, she knew The Mad Hatter would if she saw him. In many ways she hoped she didn't, Alice didn't want to see Hatter. He was dangerous and now she had changed there was no end for what he could do, she was clever and knew to stay away from him.

'Well look who it is. I wonder do yer still have that mouth of yours pip squeak.'

'Yes I do monkey boy, the clown still giving you trouble?'

'Not as much as you did, that clown will get what's coming to him in the end though.'

'Well I need to see him before that; no-one attacked you with a fork yet?'

'No and quit with the questions I got work to do.'

'Why are you talking to me then if you have work to do? Get moving monkey boy!' A growl was admitted from Lyle Bolton as he stomped down the corridor towards the cells, Alice smiled at the fact she could still annoy him. He was still the same old monkey boy and Alice was still his nemesis. The receptionist motioned Alice to the desk and she leapt from the chair to join her.

'The Joker will see you in one of the interview rooms, there will be a panic button under the desk if things get out of hand. The interview room number is fifty-seven, it was very nice to see you again Alice. I hope Joker doesn't give you too much trouble.' She knowingly smiled.

'You know Joker, he will make things difficult but you can't change a mad man.' Alice sighed and started the long trek to the interview room, she knew it was on the other side of the Asylum and it would at least take ten minutes if she walked quickly. That was always a problem with the Asylum, it was too damn big!

Crane groaned in discomfort as his bruised ribs let out sharp pains. Blackgate was as he suspected, unkind and uncaring. He had only been their twelve hours and already he had a bloody nose, bruised arm, two cracked ribs and three pairs of shattered glasses. At Arkham they at least gave you pain killers or a new pair of glasses, in Blackgate you didn't get either. The inmates were giant brainless thugs unlike in Arkham where most people had a sense of humour or could let a snide comment go, Crane would have to learn to keep his mouth shut and fast. The guards were more unforgiving then in Arkham, most of his injuries were from them over a minor comment he had said out loud. Scarecrow did help in his own special way by scaring most of the guards that walked passed, most of the time earning Crane another session of being a punch bag. He was one of the few inmates that had a cell to themselves though it was never quiet, instead of screams there were shouts of threats and insults which Crane struggled not to reply to. Scarecrow had been a lot more controlling and was in co troll most of the time which wasn't good for the guards that broke Crane, most of them were left crying like a baby.

Crane's plans of getting out of Arkham were ruined, he couldn't escape Blackgate. At Arkham it was usually The Joker that brought the explosives or Harley would break in to get her 'puddin' out either way that was how most of them escaped. Crane didn't think for one second that he wasn't smart or cunning enough to escape it was just a waste of energy, energy that would be used to create a new toxin.

Another sharp pain erupts from his ribs and Crane is forced to moan in agony once again, the bitter taste of humiliation tasted vile on his dry lips. The last time he was beaten, he was forced into the corridor for the entire thug-like inmates to see; oh boy did they enjoy that. Crane had gotten used to the tiny humiliations here and there, but being beaten to a pulp in front of people that might have worked for you before was frustrating.

'There are plenty of mindless monkeys that could work for you in Arkham.' Scarecrow's voice is suggestive but mocking is sketched in every word.

'If you haven't noticed we are not in Arkham anymore.' Crane's thoughts are sharp though Scarecrow isn't fazed.

'Of Course I've noticed, I noticed the change in punishments. Saying that, Arkham never really had any punishments, except for the boring doctors and scared nurses.' Scarecrow begins to mutter the different fears that the nurses had, Crane tries to ignore it and begins to come up with a new plan.

Alice will eventually come and visit once the security think I have 'adapted' well, that won't happen for another month. Joker would have thought of an escape plan by then thus Hatter will get out, if I can somehow convince…

Crane groans in defeat rather than pain, Scarecrow acknowledges Crane's change and immediately begins asking questions.

'What's wrong Johnny, Still afraid of the big black bat? He isn't going to help you or Gordon; in fact no-one in their right mind would help you. Do me a favour and let the girl die already, I can't stand her name being mentioned every five seconds. You my dear friend, have an obsession.' Crane bites his tongue as not to shout aloud, frustration filled his mind and its poison wound through his body like a harmful drug. Asking the Batman for help was a long, painful shot and wouldn't help Crane's reputation, it was a risk he was willing to take.

'He would help her because she is a civilian of his city, I can count on that at least.'

'If you say so Johnny…fear alert!' Crane immediately looked up to see an amateur guard at his cell, his unusually thin frame shaking uncontrollably. Crane let a flash of understanding light up in his eyes as he saw the guard's glasses were stuck together with duct tape. The guard was not the sort of person to be associated with murderers, more like juvenile delinquents.

'Can I help you or are you going to stare at me all day, like I'm a freak show?' The guard seemed to choke on his own short intakes of breathe, he tried to form words but was unable to form a syllable. After what felt like twenty minutes the guard spoke in a childish voice, clearly showing that he was below the age of sixteen.

'C- Commissioner w-ants to sp-speak to you.' With that, the guard sprinted down the corridor and out of sight. Crane smirked and sat proudly instead of slumped.

'I could have gotten a better show.' Scarecrow mumbled which Crane scoffed at.

'Maybe, if the teenager was too scared to form a proper sentence in my presence, then you would have scared him to death. Thus I wouldn't have got that interesting piece of information. Now I wonder, why would Commissioner Gordon want to speak to me?' A long pause followed and Crane could hear a thug screaming inappropriate vocabulary.

'Maybe the clown has already broken out.'

'Then Alice is doomed.'

The rogue's gallery was its normal self, loud. There was however an exception. The exception in question was that Joker was extremely excited, even by his standards and the rogues were noticing. Through the mangled conversations Riddler lay on his bed and stared at Joker's cell with beady eyes, he couldn't see the clown but he sure could hear him laughing. He decided to take the plunge and asked the question that was on everybody's minds.

'What has you so worked up clown?' A loud snicker is heard from the cell and is closely followed by a fist contacting with a wall.

'I've just had a very surprising visit, me, the clown prince of crime had a visitor ha-ha! '

'Who would want to visit you?'

'Oh we all knew them well…especially Scarecrow.' The rare silence filled the corridor as everyone let the sentence crawl around their heads, Harley unfortunately didn't see where it was going.

'Who wazzit puddin?' The corridor let out a huge hurricane of moans.

'It's Alice you blonde!' Riddler spat out though soon regretted saying it.

'What did you call my sweetheart puzzle boy?' A calm voice was heard from Joker's cell and Riddler gulped before answering, trying to form a believable alternative to his previous sentence.

'I just said, Harley was um… a bomb.' A question was hidden within the Riddler's words, was it a reasonable answer?

'You said my Harley was a… bomb?'

Not even close.

'Well she always manages to get you out of the Asylum, mostly done with explosives.' An agonisingly long pause follows and tension builds as everyone waits with sensitive ears, waiting for what The Joker has to say. Manic laughter erupts and everyone breathes a sigh of relief, Riddler however lets his face turn to a normal colour, rather than the white it once was.

'I guess you are right puzzle boy, my Harley can bring the party! I think I speak for everyone here by saying that I'm the one that knows best about explosives.' A mumble of yesses waves around the corridor shortly after, Joker clears his throat dramatically and continues his story.

'As I was saying, Alice came to visit me. Her exact words were 'I needed the old insanity for a few minutes', also because Scarecrow had been moved to Blackgate. She is living with one of the guards here, her apartment number is fourteen and its St. Johns Street. She has changed a lot I am sad to say, for one she no longer has her hair so long. She wore trousers as well, very unlike Hatter's Alice I might add.' Everyone looks at Hatter's cell once they all finish their death glares at The Joker; his face is like a kicked puppy, his mouth open in disbelief.

'Oh not my Alice, my Alice always has her hair long and its t-the deepest blonde. My Alice only wears dresses and necklaces and she never wears anything other. I must find her and see her, she must wear a dress and m-must have long hair… she must have long hair. I need to see her Joker, please help me see her.'

'Of course my dear rhyming friend, it just so happens that my goons are about to detonate the carefully placed explosives. Now Harley, this is how it's done.' After the last word from The Joker a sound, much like a train through a tunnel is heard and debris smashes The Joker's glass cell. The deadly shards glint in the corridor's light and showers the floor, actively giving them more time if guards try recapture them. The Joker is the first one to step out, almost majestically, his goons follow suit and enter the Asylum. He smiles at the gawping faces that watch his every move. (You would think they would be used to it by now) The Joker skips to The Mad Hatter's cell and taps the code in with a delicate finger, Hatter bows once Joker's work is done and begins to leave through the hole that the explosives left, his whole body in a trance like state.

'Here I come sweet Alice, ready or not.' Far away words are filled with unknowing anger, Joker takes his time as he picks which rogues to let out and which to stay. He lets out The Riddler and Poison Ivy and intentionally leaves Harley watching him leave with a look of confusion.

'Sorry Harley, I cannot let you ruin Hatter's fun.' The Joker screeches one final laugh then disappeared through the hole, leaving Harley pouting like a child.

'He always leaves me… But he loves me really.' Crunching glass breaks The Joker laughter as he heads for Gotham; the footsteps are powerful but rushed. A smooth hand quickly puts in the code and walks over to Harley, she looks up miserably and a young guard looks at her with pleading eyes.

'I need you to help me stop Hatter; I wouldn't ask if I thought I could handle it.'

'Why don't cha get the police?'

'I don't trust the police.' Alistair smiles at the eccentric blonde-haired woman; the smile is short lived as they both here rushing footsteps towards them.

'Are yer sure you should be a guard? Yer sound as crazy as the rest of us'

'Well if I'm thinking of stopping Hatter then I probably am.'

Alice stared at the TV screen, the coffee forgotten in her hand. The cup breaks and spills boiling coffee all over the floor, nothing matter to her now. Her job at the GPD, visiting Crane, even meeting Alistair after work did not matter. The shallow breeze that came through the window made Goosebumps appear on Alice's skin, the hidden panic in the news reporter's voice showed in her eyes. The rogues were out again, he was out again, and he would find her. Alice could not move, even when the heavy footsteps clambered up the stairs outside the apartment, even when three steady knocks were heard from the door. She only moved to put a hand over her mouth so she didn't scream, when The Mad Hatter began to sing.

Alice, come out,

Don't pout,

Don't make me shout,

Alice come out,

Where are you Alice?

The door creaked open and Alice regretted not putting the chain on…

Duh, duh, duh... Was it worth the wait? No? Not my best chapter i admit but the next one will be more angry Hatter's and Harley with a massive hammer, i took the ending song thingy from Batman Arkham city. It's on one of the tapes that you have for The Mad Hatter and they are on youtube if you want to check them out as the voice for the mad hatter in AC creeps me out so much its untrue. We are nearing the end of this story but will Alice survive or not... Pls review as always!