Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC, with the exception of the Magda, Jim, and Danny. I am not an expert on lore, so this story will be a mix across many timelines, stories, plots, ect. Enjoy!

It was bright, and my eyes had a hard time focusing. Everything was white. A chair squeaked beside me. "Honey your awake!" Harley must of been sitting with me for awhile. "Do you remember what happened?" The stench of blood and antiseptic filled my nose, and a sharp pain struck my head. I couldn't help but sit up and message my temple. "Woah take it easy. Just lay back down."

"How long was I out?" I laid back down staring at the ceiling.

"They brought you back about five hours ago. Mr. J said you hit your head pretty hard. You should be completely fine by tomorrow." She smiled down at me. "I had Red come in and take a look at ya." When I moved my hand I noticed that it felt heavy. There was a tube attached with a green liquid flowing through it. I started to panic. "Wha...what is this?"

Harley gave me an excited smile. "It's a special Ivy surprise! Something to boost your system. Mr. J figured while you were knocked out it wouldn't hurt. You'll be immune to some of the toxins we work with. But don't worry it's all plant based. She's not one to use anything artificial." My look of sheer panic didn't help as I tried to pull the tube out. "Stop that! It's for your own good! It won't mess you up, if that's what your worried about. Red guaranteed it." She wrestled me down and hushed me into a calmer state. My eyes welled with tears and a frown covered her face.

"Why is this happening to me? Why...did you want me?" Her warm hand wiped away my tears. She gave a half-hearted smile.

"Well after our last big fight with the B-man, it wiped out our gang pretty bad. We managed to recruit about half as many, and all men. All for him, and none for me." She crossed her arms like a stubborn child. "Puddin noticed that I hadn't been laughing at his jokes. That didn't make him happy. I finally got up the courage to tell him that I wanted another girl fighting for the cause, or just to talk to. But nothing like the loonies he usually brings in. He didn't like my idea at first, but it grew on him." Her smile perked up. "He told me it could be an experiment or something. And that's why your here." She leaned in for a hug. "We are one big happy family!"

There was cackling coming from down the hallway. The door swung open and he entered wearing a doctor's coat with a comically big flower. "Harley! What did I say about disturbing Eight!" He wrestled her off of me. He pointed towards the door, "Go back to the training area and beat some sense into Zsasz. He just lost it and killed another goon! I swear sometimes I think he likes killing more than me." He gave a flash of yellowing teeth.

She got up from her chair quickly and gave him a salute. "Aye, aye, captain!" The door closed with a woosh as she rushed down the hallway.

He sat down beside me. "She's a great gal, but dumb as a box of rocks." His voice got low. "Now, what did she tell you?"

"I'm here to keep her company? This stuff will make me immune to toxins? That I've been deemed an experiment by you?" The tone of my voice must of irritated him. His hand reached over and yanked out the tube. I screamed in pain as a steady stream of blood ran down my arm.

"O look the line came loose." He giggled and grabbed a square cotton pad pressing it against the wound. He quickly wrapped gauze around it, but I pulled away before he could finish. He seemed satisfied. "Now that's the spunk I wanted to see! Let's finish bandaging you up." He grabbed at my arm but I pulled it away, and slapped him across the face. "Get away from me!"

"The anger! Maybe you won't be a failure after all. I need you to save that raw emotion for someone else. Someone more Batty." He chuckled and pulled out a syringe from his coat pocket. It contained a clear liquid. He gave it a little test squeeze, and pointed it my way. I tried to fight him off before he could inject me with it, but that just made him laugh harder. "Good thing I always have a backup plan!" He sprayed me with the flower on his white coat. The room began to spin. "See you bright and early tomorrow." His laughing echoed in my head as I passed out again.

I had such bad dreams. There was so much blood. I was near a sink. The water must of been warm because steam fogged the mirror. I took a bar of soap to my skin and no matter how hard I scrubbed I couldn't get the blood off my skin. When I looked up into the mirror I saw a shadow of a man. Usually that's something that would make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. But I didn't feel like that. I felt safe. Then he was gone and the feeling of dread came back. I sunk to the ground in an uncontrollable fit of tears.

I woke up in my own bed at the barracks the next morning. When I moved the twinge of pain came back to my hand. The bandage needed to be changed, but it could wait. There was no one around. I got dressed and wandered out into the training area. Everyone was standing in a line. "Glad to see you up sweetie! Please get in line for the briefing." There was a spot open; right next to Jim. As I approached he gave me a sneer. "My fucking leg still hurts, you bitch."

"Nice to see you too Jim." I slid in next to him.

In front of us was a huge screen being projected upon. The black faded away from it showing the Joker at another location. He appeared to be sitting at an office desk, checking his hair in a mirror. The mirror was casually flung over his back with a crash as he stared the camera down. Placing his arms in front of him in a praying position, he began. "Good morning fellow Thugs! Today I am happy to announce our next plan to annoy our Caped Crusader." Everyone began to cheer except me. He got up and took a bow, then gave a signal to quiet down. "As you may know there will be a grand opening of a new wing at the Gotham City History Museum. It will feature a timeline of crime. The piece de resistance is a wall of photos showing the most notorious gangsters and criminals of the century. A little kitty got a sneak peek inside and told me my photo didn't appear to make the cut."

He rose slowly and leaned over the desk. The tension of the room changed quickly. His grimacing face moved closer to the camera. "This is unacceptable! There is a reason why I am the Clown Prince of Crime. I am one of the most recognizable faces, next to Batman's...or Santa Clause." He smirked. "There must have been an error in the planning somewhere." He moved around to the front of the desk and leaned back on it crossing his hands in front of him. "The plan will be to wreck the opening ceremony, and really make an impression on Gotham's elite! Make them remember my name!" His inflection then changed. "And maybe steal some money and jewels while we're at it. Maybe even put a permanent smile on some of their old, saggy faces!"

The room roared with approval. I had to stick fingers in my ears, so I wouldn't go deaf. With that the screen turned black again. Harley's voice was more high pitched than usual, as she announced, "Be ready to party in two days!" The room cheered some more then dispersed, and the hype lasted into the night with drunken celebration. I stayed clear of the guys while they were in that state of mind. I took this time to quickly snatch a beer from one of the metal ice tubs, and disappeared back into the barracks. I smashed the top of the bottle on the metal frame of the cot, and watched the cap fly off. It fell to the ground with a couple clicks. Suds came rolling out of the top and spilled onto the floor. "Shit!"

"Aren't you a bit young to start cussing like a sailor?" I looked behind me and hadn't heard Jim come in through the door. He snatched the bottle from my hands, flinging suds everywhere, and took a swig. "And not old enough to drink this yet either." He must of seen the pissed off look on my face. He finished the bottle and smashed it on the ground. "O don't give me that look. I can get you another one." I plopped down on the cot while he went to get another bottle. He came back with two. One for each of us and took a seat across from me. "Are you going to be ready in two days girlie?"

I stretched out my injured hand and unwrapped the bandage. "What kind of a question is that? You kind of have to be regardless."

He took a swig from his beer. "I mean mentally. It's just a tip, but a job like this is just as much mental as physical."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Maybe it's just the booze or good mood talking, but you are apart of this small family now. You did stab me…" I cut him off.

"And I am sorry about that! But you know it was a fear of the moment kind of thing."

"I'm just giving you a hard time. I have a reputation after all." He smiled.

I flexed my hand a couple times. "Yeah, how long have you been doing this anyway? And why do you get to be called by name, and everyone else is just a number?"

He put his beer down and headed over to a chest in front of one of the bunks. "I thought you would of figured it out by now? It's a seniority thing. I've been a part of this for ten years." He dug through it, and brought out a new bandage, and some ointment. "And as for the day you showed up; you should of been there to see the look on the male number eight's face. As it was blown off by the Joker's pistol!" He let out a loud roar of a laugh, and began tending to my arm. "He figured it would be easier than having two number eights."

I rested my head in my hands. "Why does that not surprise me?" After he was finished dressing my wound, he sat across from me again.

He finished his beer and tossed it behind him. "Maybe you should get some sleep. It's you and me manning the doors tomorrow, and it should be a busy day." I gave him a "thank you". He got up and walked back to the party. He was right, maybe an early night would ease my mind, but dreams haunted it instead. Even though it had been a couple months, I was NOT getting used to the chaos around here. Never a dull fucking moment. Maybe it was just the way I thought, but I felt like something bad was going to happen soon.

AN: This is my first fan fiction. I apologize for any misspellings, grammar errors, ect. Please feel free to comment, review, like, or favorite. I'm looking for any feedback you have on how I can improve the story. Thank you for taking the time to read it.