Elizabeth was sitting on the floor of her cell near the glass wall. Her arms were crossed and she was shaking her feet worriedly.

"Don't panic," Edward said reassuringly, "It won't be that bad, all sessions are recorded he can't do or say anything that would get him in trouble."

"Oh, yeah sure he can't but what about outside the office? The guards aren't being recorded in the all the halls."

"Dr. Gullenrow used to be my doctor, the first time I was admitted, do you want some advice on how to act?" Elizabeth glared at him and Edward had no idea what he had done to warrant it. "Yes?"

"What the hell is up with you!?" Elizabeth yelled throwing her arms apart.

"What?" Edward asked from the floor, since he had fallen off his chair in shock at Elizabeth's outburst.

"You keep being so nice to me! Stop! It's freaking me out! I mean what the hell! Today you gave me encouragement! Yesterday you were yelling at the guards because of what they did! And don't even get me started on Wednesday! Come on! Nursing my injuries?! What! The! Hell!?"

"So you don't want me to me to be nice to you!?"

"…Well I guess, it's weird and I mean you were such a dick earlier and then nice."

"Ridiculous!" Now Edward threw hands up. "You have to be the only woman—no—the only person who doesn't want a Gotham Rogue to be nice to them! Why don't you want me to be nice?"

"I told you it freaks me out! Here's this egotistical villain being nice! It's weird!"

"So you prefer me acting cocky and saying what most people would deem inappropriate things to you?"

"Yes! At least I know how to respond then…besides it was kind of fun bantering with you." Edward blinked, once again Elizabeth had shocked him. How could she keep doing that?

"You're impossible," he muttered to himself. Then the cocky grin Elizabeth had missed spread across his face. "I suppose you're going to complain about me not asking you any riddles too."

"Not really…I mean your riddles are fun and all but…"

"But? But nothing. If you don't want me to be nice to you then you're going to answer my riddles." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

"Excellent. Riddle me this: why am I being so nice to you?"

"That's not a riddle."

"I think I know a riddle when I ask one," he said wagging a finger, "Think it over I'm not expecting you to know the answer."

Edward sighed internally when he saw Elizabeth go into her "thinking mode". Now he had time to process the information she had provided him with. He was astonished that she didn't like him being nice to her…Hang on. She never said that she didn't like him being nice just that it freaked her out. He smirked. Good. His plan could still work. He would continue to treat her nicely but not as much as before. Then she would open up to him even more and if he hadn't solved her in six weeks, when she was released, then he would just follow her all the way back to Gotham.

He looked back at Elizabeth. She looked very much like 'The Thinker' with her furrowed eyebrows and her chin in her palm. A little bit of tongue was poking out from between her lips and she was staring hard at the ground. The gash above her forehead was healing nicely and all the swelling had disappeared around her eye. That was good he didn't want her scarred by those brutal guards.

Edward blinked several times at the revelation he had just come to. Although he had been intent on playing nice to gain her trust he hadn't treated her injuries for that purpose. He treated them because he couldn't stand to see her looking so miserable. Edward blinked again. He had actually been genuinely nice to her. What was wrong with him?

Dr. Gullenrow sat in his office patiently waiting for Elizabeth to arrive. Her appointment wasn't for another few minutes so he spent his time rearranging the Rorschach cards he was going to use in her assessment. There was a knock on his door.

"Enter." It was Dr. Leeland. "Yes Joan? I'm expecting a patient soon."

"I know, Elizabeth Howard. And that's why I'm here Mike. I don't know why you called in that favor from your judge friend to let you assess her but I'm warning you if you try any funny business I won't hesitate to go to Dr. Arkham."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you gave her Flumazenil."

"Of course, it's an anti-anxiety medication, I didn't want her to become too stressed and attack again. It was an emergency, I had to."

"You're not allowed to give emergency medication unless there's an escape."

"Ah, but she was fighting with the guards trying to break away from them, I would call that an attempted escape. I'm sure Dr. Arkham would too." She frowned. Joan knew the guards would back up Dr. Gullenrow's story and it wasn't the first time. He had used force on his patients before when they wouldn't cooperate but this time he hadn't done it to his patient. He was only assessing her he wasn't her doctor and better still he'd done it when Elizabeth wasn't his charge. She'd get him yet. Dr. Leeland forced herself not to smile.

"Now if you please, doctor, my patient has arrived." Dr. Leeland turned on her heels. Elizabeth was standing in the doorway, mix of worry and determination on her face. Joan gave her an encouraging smile and exited.

"Elizabeth hello."

"Hello, Dr. Gullenrow," Elizabeth said as nicely as she could.

"Go ahead and lay down." He said gesturing to the chaise along the wall. Elizabeth did. She felt very exposed on the reclining couch, though that was probably the point, and it felt even more exposing when Dr. Gullenrow sat in the chair at her feet.

"Now we're going to start with some free association." Elizabeth bit back a groan, Jervis had warned her about this. "I'm going to say a word and you going to tell me the first thing that pops into your mind."

"Okay."

"Head."

"Body."

"Window."

"Sky."

"Lake."

"Swimming."

"Salt."

"Pepper." 'This is ridiculous.'

"Customs."

"Airports."

"House."

"Many."

"Prayer."

"Useless."

"Science."

"Truth." They continued for several minutes and with each word Elizabeth became more and more annoyed with the doctor.

"…That's enough for now," Dr. Gullenrow said writing down some notes, "…I think now I'm going to show you some cards. Tell me what you think each image is." He reached over and grabbed the Rorschach cards.

"An ameba. Two birds. A blob. A vagina. A dragonfly. A face half hidden in the dark. A demon rising from the depth of hell. A paw print. A dinosaur mouth. Voodoo witch doctor. Dalmatian. A moth. A naked woman. Tentacles raping a Japanese school girl. Flaming skulls. A penis. Two people sticking their tongues out. A question mark. Bruises." Dr. Gullenrow set down the cards. His eyebrows furrowed as he wrote some notes. A small burst of worry came over Elizabeth. What if she had said something that made her look crazy. 'I bet it was the tentacles one…but seriously why would there be a card like that in there?'

"…so now can you tell me what you remember while you were attacking those scientists?"

"Nothing," Elizabeth stated truthfully.

"The mind always remembers something."

"Well I guess somebody should have told my brain that before I killed those people and forgot everything." Dr. Gullenrow wasn't amused.

"Have you been dreaming recently?"

"What?"

"Dreams often are doorways into the subconscious, where things that we are ashamed of or afraid of are kept. Including what we might not want to remember."

"I've only had one dream, since coming here." Dr. Gullenrow inclined his head as if to say "tell me about it."

"Started off nice I was…getting a massage but then it became harder and harder to think. I began to panic. Suddenly I wasn't thinking at all, I could just feel this liquid warmth soaking my skin. When I came to I was staring down at Dr. Jyuugatsu and Dr. Dysart. All around me were people I knew, dead. Then I saw my family laying there covered in blood. I tried to run to them but they kept getting further away and soon I was surrounded in a sea of blood looking down at my reflection…" Elizabeth trailed off she didn't want to tell him about the final part of her dream just like she didn't want him to know that her dream had begun with Edward seducing her.

"I see…who was giving you the massage?

Elizabeth blinked, he was asking about the least relevant part of the dream? "A friend."

"And was this friend amongst the dead later in the dream?"

"No."

"Were any of your friends?"

"Some yes. Not all."

"Which ones weren't?"

"My best friend and some that I've made recently." Dr. Gullenrow nodded slowly as he wrote some on his clipboard.

"What did your reflection look like?"

"The same as I do now except covered in blood." Dr. Gullenrow quirked an eyebrow.

"You said that you started to panic when your ability to think started to disappear. Why?" Now Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, she would have thought that the answer was obvious.

"I was panicking because my complex thinking was slipping away. Wouldn't you panic if suddenly you couldn't form the same thoughts you could a minute before; if your base animal needs started taking over your consciousness? I'm sure most people would. Complex thoughts are what make us human, no other animal that we know of has them. I panicked because it felt like I was losing myself, my humanity."

"…you've mentioned humanity before, when you were trying to defend the Rogues. You said "they're human just like you and me." Why is it so important to you?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes slightly but instead of looking sarcastic it made her looked uneasy. She was thinking fast. If she played her cards right she might be able to get back on Dr. Gullenrow's good side and out of the danger of being beaten up again.

"Why is it so important to me? What makes a human, human? I've doubted my own humanity since the original accident and now…ripping four people apart like an animal…I just…" She allowed a few tears to prick at the corners of her eyes. All those years of learning to control her emotions were finally coming in useful. "Can I still be considered human?"

"Of course," Dr. Gullenrow said quickly.

"How do you know? If genes make a person human then I'm not. If it's our psyche and complex thinking then…what does it mean that I lose all that? Do I turn in to an animal? A monster? What am I?" Elizabeth smiled internally, he was hooked. She saw his eyes return to that kind, pitiful look they held before. Though she wasn't sure if his coddling pity was a good thing, it was a far sight better than him letting the guards bet her up. He placed a comforting hand on her knee.

"I think we've had enough for today." He pressed his pager and a guard arrived within a minute. "You'll be moved to the women's Rogue section on Monday."

"Dr. Gullenrow, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead, Miss Howard."

"Why am I in the Rogue section to begin with?"

"Because all the other security levels are doubled up, when you arrived you were in no condition to be with another person and I didn't want to put you into solitary."

"I see. Thank you." Elizabeth inclined her head to him and left. She was grateful for two things, answering her question but mainly for putting her in with the Rogues in the first place. Not that she'd ever tell him that.

"Okay Edward I think I figured out your riddle," Elizabeth said as soon as the guard left.

"Oh really? Do tell why I am being nice to you?"

"Because you want to solve me." Edward scowled.

"Yes. How'd you figure that out?"

"Well, I'll admit I was completely stumped at first, after all how could I figure out what was going on your overly-large head." Edward smirked. "But then I remembered something: when we had that argument you had said "I may not have solved you yet." I'm pretty sure you'd ignore me once you solved me because I'd no longer hold your interest. Since you're still talking to me that means you couldn't have solved me yet. You were being nice to me so I'd open up and tell you things about myself so you could solve me." Edward scowled again but this time it looked more like a pout. It made him look adorable. "I also think there is another reason."

"Oh!? And what's that?" He asked harshly.

"I think you kind of like me," she grinned cheekily. Edward's face flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

"Who's being cocky now?"

"It's well deserved."

"So you think I like you? What makes you think that you can figure out what's running through my impressive mind?"

"I don't. I overhead Jervis telling Alice that you were in love with the new girl," Elizabeth put a childish emphasis on the word.

"Jervis!" Edward barked. The blond man hid his face behind his hands.

"Terribly sorry, I did not know she could hear, she must have the ears of a wolf." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Poor Jervis was being yelled at by Edward, he should have been yelling at her, which just added even more support to the "Edward likes me" theory. She frowned slightly. It was fun teasing Edward, he had such adorable reactions, but what would happen if he ended up realizing he liked her?

Elizabeth gulped. She wasn't sure she wanted him openly flirting with her. What would that be like? Would he send her love puzzles, chocolates, more flowers? Or would he just stalk her silently, sneak into her bedroom late at night, and… Elizabeth blushed at the thought. 'No!'

He had killed people in his death traps, stolen millions of dollars, and even held Gotham in the pits of terror a time or two. The Riddler was a sociopath. Elizabeth doubted he could love he just found he her extremely interesting that was it. So what if she flirted with him and was having sexy dreams about him? There was no way she could pursue a relationship with him. He was a Rogue for goodness sake! It didn't matter if he was handsome, witty, intelligent, and polite, made her feel pretty, and was nearly everything she wanted in a partner.

'Damn,' she swore internally. Elizabeth had promised herself when she finally escaped from her father's rules that she would never hide her emotions from herself again. And here she was trying to bury her feelings towards Edward but of course it wasn't that simple. She'd never had a guy she really liked before, not like this at least. Sure there were a few guys she crushed on, a couple one night stands but no one had ever noticed her. Edward had noticed her. He'd given her veiled and even open compliments. She really liked that.

Edward stopped shouting and sat in his chair huffily. "I don't like her." He muttered under his breath.

Elizabeth took a deep breath. If there was any time to do this she might as well do it now. "Don't worry, Edward, perhaps I might kind of like you too." Edward eyes widened and he turned away, mumbling angrily.