Three weeks later Elizabeth was just about insane. With no one to talk to during most of the day she felt ready to claw her own eyes out if it meant getting some conversation in with the nurses. Sure she had her books and the notepad she was filling with half formed ideas, crazy stories and some schematics but it still wasn't the same. How did Edward and the other's stand this! No wonder they're crazy!

Suddenly the hall door swung open and Batman stormed in dragging behind him a nasally-voiced blonde in a torn red and black leotard who was dragging her feet trying to break away while shouting at the Bat. From the rear a young man in a multi-coloured leotard and black mask rushed ahead and, dodging a kick from the female, opened the cell across from Elizabeth.

"I don' wanna go back," the blonde screamed, "I don' wanna! Let me go you stinkin' bat! I was just havin' some fun!"

"Fun isn't destroying stores." Batman growled.

"Well then you obviously haven' tried it," she said as Batman pushed her into the cell. "Wha' abou' ya' Bird-boy do ya' know how to have fun?"

"Yes, it's putting criminals like you behind bars."

The girl stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. "That's no fun, 'specially for me."

"No doubt." Batman said turning around and gesturing for Robin to follow him.

"Thanks for bringing me someone to talk to!" Elizabeth called after him. At this the blonde, who had been glaring at Batman's back, finally noticed her.

"Hey! I neva' seen you before! I'm Harley Quinn! But you can call me Harley! You must-be new! Wha's your name?"

Elizabeth blinked in shock, she sure bounced back quickly. "Uh…I'm Elizabeth."

"Oh! You're that girl that murdered those people from Wayne Industries!"

"Yeah…"

"Cool! Me and Mista' J love ya' work! Kept Bats off our tail for a while."

"Thanks…I guess."

"So have ya' been in here all by ya'self all this time?"

"Almost, the first week I was in the men's section."

"So you gotta know the guys, Eddy's a real charmer isn't he? Nothin' like my Mista' J, of course."

"I'm sure he isn't."

"Wha' ya' mean he isn't?!" Harley yelled the areas of her skin that were make-up free flashed red with anger.

"I-I mean I'm sure the Joker isn't anything like Edward."

"Good, 'cause Mista' J is my Puddin' no one else's."

"Fine by me." Harley grinned stupidly and sat cross legged on the floor, gesturing for Elizabeth to do the same.

"So do you got someone special like me?"

"Nah, too busy with school and work."

"I understand, that's how I was before I met Mista' J but he showed me how to have fun an' I neva' stopped…" Harley gazed wistful into space reminiscing about her happy times with Joker.

"You're very lucky to have someone who cares." Elizabeth lied. Even though she'd made the same stupid mistake as Harley and had feelings for a Rogue; liking the Riddler and loving the Joker were two entirely different things, however.

"Thanks…I know," she exclaimed, "I'll find ya' someone!"

"What!? No! No, you don't need to do that. I've only—"

"Of course I'll help ya', you're one of the family now!"

"One of the family!?" Elizabeth gulped her eyes going wide with confused horror. Harley, however, ignored her.

"Wha' d'ya think of Jervis, he's a sweety? But you're not blonde are you, he only like blondes…hmm…Penguin's icky and Two-Face is a meany…I know what about the Professor!"

"Jonathan!" Elizabeth squeaked.

"Yeah! He'd be perfect! You'd get him t' stop obsessing over that Becky girl!" Elizabeth really didn't know what to think. The impossibility of the situation was over whelming. Harleen Quinzell was playing matcher maker with her and the Rogues.

"Hang on," Harley said tapping her chin, "ya' knew the Professor was Jonathan, did ya' go to Gotham U too?"

"Yeah for Engineering and Chemistry."

"Wow! So did I! Come ta' think of it I had roomie called Elizabeth, she was an Engineering Major too, weird."

"Interesting, I had a roomie called Harleen, rather close to Harley isn't it," Elizabeth commented almost off-handedly.

"Epee!" Harley squealed and threw her arms apart. "Wowey! I can't believe it! It's like college all over again!" Elizabeth smiled and started to laugh.

"Maybe we can actually get along this time." Both were laughing now. Elizabeth was relived, she may now have been imprisoned with a bouncy blonde but at least she wasn't going insane due to boredom any time soon.

Elizabeth was going insane. Again. Harley had been talking her ear off for the past five hours with the only break being when the orderlies came and had her change into the jumpsuit. And she wasn't even talking about anything important it was mainly about hair, clothes, and "Mista' J". Finally, the guards arrived to take them to dinner. When they arrived the other Rogues were already seated at their normal table.

"Hiya boys!" Harley called out waving wildly. They looked up and waved back. "Look at the way the Professor's lookin' at you." She whispered to Elizabeth.

"You mean like he wants to spray fear gas in my face and laugh at my terror and then dissect my mind until I'm a quivering mess and spray me with gas once again just for the hell of it?"

"Yeah! You must really interest him! He never puts that much effort in for normal people. Oh, you'll look too cute together!" Elizabeth had to stop herself from slamming her head into the wall. Harley could not get any stupider, how did she ever become a doctor? They moved through the line quickly and soon were joining the men at their table.

"Harley, my dear, how have you been?" Jervis asked.

"Been havin' too much fun accordin' to Batman," Harley said sitting next to Edward and forcing Elizabeth to sit next to Jonathan.

"He always has been a killjoy," Jonathan said.

"But guess what! Elizabeth and I were roommates in college!"

"Really?" All three asked simultaneously looking to Elizabeth for conformation.

"Yeah, in sophomore year."

"Small world." Edward commented.

"Sure is!" Harley babbled away, the others seemed to be used to it for they simply talked over her. When dinner was finished Edward came up behind Elizabeth and leaned in close.

"I'm terribly sorry you must deal with Harley alone," he whispered in her ear, "but don't worry she'll talk herself out of a voice by tomorrow."

"Oh joy, less than twenty four hours of incessant chatter left then."

"I'll give you another riddle to work on then," Edward said slipping a piece of paper into her pocket. For the past two weeks Edward had been giving her riddles randomly throughout the day when they were together. It had become a great deal of fun for her actually. He'd given her a variety of puzzles from anagrams, to ciphers, to riddles, she wonder what she would get today.

"Thanks, I'll have the answer by tomorrow morning."

"I'm giving you until lunch."

"Ooh, a tricky one, okay lunch it is." Elizabeth and Edward were pulled away from each other by the guards.

"Later." They both said as they were dragged in opposite directions. Edward was going back to his cell while Elizabeth had a meeting with Dr. Leeland. They had several meetings so far so Elizabeth could talk to her about Edward.

It took only a few minutes for Elizabeth to reach Dr. Leeland's office. The door was already open so she stepped inside and the guard shut the door behind her.

"Good evening, Elizabeth."

"Evening, Doctor."

"We're going to be doing something special for Edward' session Wednesday," the doctor gestured to her desk.

Elizabeth's eyes lit up. "I've been waiting for this one."

Edward was staring at Dr. Leeland, the lady was a complete imbecile. During their past three sessions or so she had been trying to dig deeper and deeper into his relationship with Elizabeth. He didn't see why, she was just another, if not more interesting, person.

"I think today I'll show you this slide show, just watch it Edward, you don't need to say anything." Edward rolled his eyes. Dr. Leeland dimmed the lights and turned on the project. It had so many cords, it would be easy to strangle her with them and escape. But he wouldn't, if he did Arkham would only replace her with someone who was even more idiotic.

The first slide flashed across the screen, a crime scene photo of his first forays into villainy. 'Why is an orange like bell?' Not the best riddle but it everyone had to start somewhere. Another picture, this time of him with Query and Echo; they had helped him a lot in his early crimes. Quite a few slides later and Edward was starting to get very bored with this trip down memory lane. Pictures of his old crimes and ex-henchgirls, he had no idea what Dr. Leeland was trying to do and he didn't really care. The projector clicked again and Edward bolted up right in his seat. Elizabeth was sitting behind the desk of one of the empty offices in Arkham in a very provocative position; but it wasn't how she was sitting that made his stomach disappear and his cheeks heat up.

She was wearing an emerald green corset with purple laces in the front that pressed her breasts forward into generous swells. A skirt and leggings showed off her legs and well-shaped butt. Her hair was pinned back and she was wearing his hat. In her hands she was playing with his cane, holding it next to her so that it partially rested on her chest with the question mark nearly touching her lips. Even though it was simply a picture he could feel the heat of her gaze.

He barely even registered Dr. Leeland's scribbling pens as more pictures of Elizabeth flashed across the screen. They were all of her in very suggestive poses. She looked marvelous in his trademark Riddler style and when she was bits of his own outfit… He could feel the heat spread downwards from his cheeks, his breathing was slowing and his pupils were dilating. The sound of Dr. Leeland flipping over to a fresh page brought back his senses enough that he realized that he was in a very precarious position "down south".

'Gah! Batman, Robin, Two-face, fear gas, Jervis, monkeys, the sewage…' Edward thought trying to ride himself of his predicament. It worked. Dr. Leeland was still writing furiously though, Edward took his chance and grabbed a few of the loose wires and bolts that were lying on the projector tray and slipped them into his pocket. They could come in handy. The projector stopped on a slide of Elizabeth clothed in a female version of what he usually wore not the sexiest but still quite stirring. He watched with a forced bored expression as Dr. Leeland finish up her notes.

"Did you get what you were looking for?" He asked.

"I got what I needed," she said standing and turning off the projector.

"Good," he stated standing as well, his tall frame towering over the short doctor, "maybe you can stop asking me about Elizabeth, you're beginning to bore me and you won't like me when I'm bored."

"We'll see, Edward."

That night at dinner, Edward was sat as far away from Elizabeth as he could. He kept having flashes of her in that corset playing with his cane and wearing his hat.

"You look bothered," Jonathan said in a low voice to Edward, "anything interesting happen?"

"Dr. Leeland has begun using some very experimental techniques in our sessions."

"That's not like her."

"I know, she's getting desperate to crack me and she's hit one of the weaker spots." Jonathan raised an eyebrow in question. "Women."

"The Achilles heel of us all. This is, of course, one woman in particular?"

"None of your business," Edward snapped.

"Very well," Jonathan backed-off and leaned in towards Jervis, "It looks like I'll be winning our bet."

It had been two weeks and half since Edward had seen the slide show and things were relatively normal between Edward and Elizabeth again. Not that it mattered too much in away, in two days Elizabeth would be having her trial and leaving Arkham for good. Edward would follow her soon after but away from the confines of Arkham the game would have a whole new set of rules.

Elizabeth was having her final session with Dr. Gullenrow. Their once-a-week meetings had been okay but Elizabeth was still wary of what she said around the doctor. She had the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye and she didn't like it one bit.

"Since this is our last session," Dr. Gullenrow said taking his usual seat, "I think we can just talk, no analysis, just talk."

"…sounds fine to me."

"I met your friend when she came to visit you a while ago."

"I know she called a few days after and told me. She said you showed her the tape of me at Wayne Industries."

"I did."

"Why have you never shown me?"

"It's Arkham's policy not to show perpetrators their crimes in case they find them sexually stimulating."

"I see that…makes sense."

"According to your lawyer though the tape will be play as part of the evidence during the trail. You'll be able to watch it then."

"Oh…" There was a short awkward pause.

"…Elizabeth, may I ask you a more personal question?"

"Sure."

"What are you going to do if you're let off?"

Elizabeth stared past Dr. Gullenrow thinking. It was odd, even though she had spent numerous hours thinking about it she wasn't really sure. "I don't know, I suppose the first thing I have to do it find a job. I'm sure I can find someone to hire me. Then I'll have to find a new apartment since my landlord won't have a murderer as a tenant."

"I see…and might you consider letting me, I mean to say Arkham, helping you find employment? We have a very nice program set up for rehabilitated patients and I'm sure we could squeeze you in somewhere."

"I might, do you know if there are some chemical companies that are willing to hire someone of my reputation."

"Of course, I could give you list, I know Wayne Industries is always willing to help those out of Arkham." Elizabeth smiled she was afraid of that, even though she had got over all harsh feeling towards Bruce Wayne and his company she had been helped by them for over four years and didn't want their help any more. They were a last resort.

Dr. Gullenrow and Elizabeth talked for the rest of the time about mundane sort of topics, such as the weather, the news and books. When they had finished their session Elizabeth felt a great rush of relief rush over her but a wave of dread soon followed. Two days from now she would be on trial her fate resting on Dr. Gullenrow's testimony of her sanity. She just hoped that he was on her side.