I woke the next morning to the sound of my 4 am alarm, my arm blindly searching for it in the dark of my room. I groaned as I sat up and switched on the lamp next to me. My room was still quite the mess, and I thought back on Jason's offer. I mean, I would have a place that I could cook, and call my own. Only pay half rent and someone that would know how to help me should anything happen. Plus the closer we got, the more possibilities…

I shook the last thought out of my head, I had just gotten out of a relationship after all, and rolled, quite literally, out of my bed and onto my feet. Shuffling towards the bathroom I pop my medication and I grab a bra and panty set and laid them on the chair near the blouse and pencil skirt I hung up when I arrived.

In the bathroom, as the water heats up for my shower, I check my reflection in the mirror. My dull brown eyes look tired as always, but that just comes with having to deal with a foreign organ that your body doesn't like.

After a quick shower, I wrap my hair in a towel turban and dry off, then wrapped my body with my towel, and stepped out of my steam filled bathroom into the main room to get ready.

I put on the black lace bra and panty, as well as my stockings and garters, then sat in front of the desk made vanity to put on my makeup. Foundation, powder, contour, eyebrows, eyes, blush, and lips all go on in that exact order, only taking my practiced hands 20 minutes, then goes on the blouse and skirt.

I stop and take a breath, checking time. My cell phone glowed the numbers 4:40 at me, and I quickly finished drying my hair, pulling it into a tight bun. Purse gets packed, shoes go on, and cookies are in hand when I leave my hotel room at 5:10, and my cab is waiting for me outside at 5:15 to drive me to Arkham to arrive to knock on the director's door at 6 am.

"Come in!" An older, masculine voice calls, and I open the door and step into the room. The sight of a slightly rounded older gentleman working on paperwork meets me, and he soon looks up at me.

"Ah, Miss Webb I presume?" He stands to shake my hand. I step forward to meet him, a smile on my lips.

"Yes sir, thank you for allowing me to intern here at Arkham. I've read many dissertations on the patients here, and I can't wait to conduct some minor studies of my own." I sit in the chair he waves me too.

"Of course, I would never get in the way of those willing to study, just don't turn out like Miss Quinn." He jokes then spots my containers of cookies. "Are those cookies…?"

"Yes sir, a friend of mine suggested to bring them in hope that they will kill me last in the event of a breakout." I laugh, offering him one. He chuckles good-naturedly in return and takes a cookie.

"You know, that may just do the trick for a few of those here, but back to business. I am going to start you off with Miss Quinn when she gets back, as she is the most normal patient we have here and was once in the same boat as you, and in moments of clarity can be very helpful. We will slowly work you up the ladder of our residence. You will not be going near the Joker for quite a while, and never without suitable company. …. Ah, it looks like Red Hood is bringing in Harley Quinn now, so if you will follow me." The director stands, and I follow him out the door.

We meet Red Hood and Harley Quinn in the main hallway.

"Hiya director! I'm hoooome~" Harley sing songs, then spots me. "Oooh, who's this? Are you replacing me? I thought I was your favorite psychiatrist."

I smile at her pout, "Oh no, Miss Quinn, I'm not a psychiatrist, but a physician. I'll be studying the differences of the residences body types against those who do not reside here."

"You mean the freaks and the crazies against the normal people."

"You said in not me Miss Quinn. You are the first I've been assigned too, but before we begin, would you like a cookie?" I hold the cookie container to Harley, and she lit up like the Fourth of July. She took a cookie and moaned at the first bite.

"You're good, kid. I like you. I'll keep you safe here. Meet me at my cell in 10 minutes, and I'll let you look at me." And with that, Harley is escorted to her cell by 3 armed guards and a second cookie in hand. As I watch her go, a gloved hand grabs a cookie and I turn my head to see Red Hood eating a cookie with a smirk playing on his lips, his helmet held loosely under his arm, a red domino mask covering his eyes.

"Yummy, though they don't taste quite as good as you look." He flirts, bringing a light blush to my cheeks. I clear my throat and look towards the door, where I see Robin waiting.

"Looks like you still have work to do Mr. Hood, just like I do. Hope I don't see you too often." I reply, composing myself, I wave at both him and Robin, turn on my heel and walk away, feeling his eyes burning into my back as I do so.

"Are you sure you don't want company; we don't want you getting hurt now." I hear him call to me.

"I assure you, I will be perfectly fine, Mr. Hood. Have a good day."

5 minutes later, I arrive at Harley Quinn's cell and see her patiently waiting on her bed.

"Hello, my name is Tiffany Webb, I am ready to begin when you are, Miss Quinn."

"Call me Harley! Everyone does! To give ya a quick rundown, I'm pretty normal, but Red gave me something to make me stronger, faster, and an immunity to most venoms and poisons, including Mistah J's laughing gas." I note all this down, nodding.

"That is absolutely amazing Harley, I was wondering if you would mind if I took a blood sample to study if the serum Poison Ivy gave you created any 'oddities' in your red and white blood cells?"

"I don't got a problem with that. What are you doin' all this research for?" She holds out her arm and I explain while I take a sample.

"Well I would love to say it's all for curiosities sake, but as an infant, I was diagnosed with Biliary Atresia, a liver disease, and I had to have a transplant before I was even a year old. A part of me is hoping that in one of the genes what gives you all your amazing abilities, is a cure. Or at least a cure for any infant disease."

Harley frowns at me.

"You're on anti-rejection medication that has to be taken at certain times, correct? And you chose to work at Arkham? Well, you are certainly lucky that most of these villains are doctors, and till take care of ya if a riot starts."

"That's reassuring, Harley. It really is, knowing that the inmates still somewhat follow the oath they took to not intentionally harm the sick."

"We have weird morals. But you know, I'm a psychiatrist, if you even need to talk, I got ya."

"Thank you Harley, I have some great understanding friends, but I'll keep that in mind. I think we are done for today. I'm going to be monitoring that progress of your body's healing, so if you could do me a favor and try not to pick at anything or do anything that alters the natural healing process, that would be fantastic."

I pack up my stuff and make to leave the cell.

"Bye Tiff! Have a good day! Swing by the other rouges and give them cookies. Start on their good side! Avoid Mistah J!"

After a quick meet-and-greet with the rest of the rouge gallery, giving them all cookies and explaining what I was doing and what my goal was, I finish paperwork in the office provided for me, and set off to take Harley's blood sample to Wayne Labs.

I walk out the front of Arkham, after going through many security protocols, and see Jason leaning against a sleek red sports car.

"And what are you doing here?"

"Though a pretty lady like you would want to have a personal tour of town on our way to Wayne Labs. Bruce assembled a team of high ranking specialist to look over the project." He holds open the door for the passenger's side for me. Sliding into the seat, I raise an eyebrow.

"And just how did you know what time I would be leaving today?"

"I have my ways, and simple 'adult job logic' dictates that when you start work at 6 am you probably leave about 4." Jason then shuts the door, before climbing into the driver's seat and taking off. I start digging in my purse for my medication and Jason hands me an open water bottle with a knowing look. I just give a small smile and take my meds.

"You still know the timing?"

"I know you, and that you have to take it every twelve hours. You take it when you first wake up, and you are an early riser, so you wake at 4 or 5 am, and so you have to take your medication about 4 or 5 in the afternoon."

Silence fill the car before he stops at a red light and turns to me.

"Have you thought about moving in with me?"

"I have."

"And?"

"I mean, it's really logical and you know how to take of me better than my own father does, and then your family, which sees me as family, can reach me easily, and all that but…."

"But what?"

"I don't know. Let me think on it a little bit longer? You know I can't stand rushing into things without planning."

"You know, one day, I'm going to cure you of that. You are going to jump into something without thinking, without planning, and you are going to enjoy it. I promise you, it will happen."

"Good luck with that, Jason." He just gives a chuckle and begins driving again.

"Come on princess, let's get the crazy blood to the lab, you have a lot of research ahead of you."

"You'll help, right?"

"I don't know the first thing about blood, but I'll do what I can." For Jason, doing what he could was normally just making sure I ate, slept, and took my med. I just smile in thanks, before looking over my notes some more.

After turning over the sample to the Lab, and getting it started on processing, Jason turns to me again.

"Dinner?"

"Take out."

"Beef Broccoli?"

"With fried rice."

"Ridge overlooking Gotham?"

I just smile at him, and less than two hours later, Jason and I are sitting on the hood of the car. I'm slowly picking through the last of my rice watching the sunset over the skyline, and counting the stars as they appear one by one.

"You have a way with making people appreciate life, Tiff."

"Well, few people are so intimately aware of the extent of their mortality. Life relying on meds can do this too ya."

"I've missed you, Diamond Eyes."

"I've missed you too, Jaybird."