Crane sat in his cell waiting for the repulsive slop they called food around here so he knew it would be safe to leave. He had spent an entire day lock in his cell thinking and all it earned him was a headache. Dinner was slipped through the door slot and he waited a few minutes before crossing the ceiling tiles and back to Sid's cell. When he moved the tile to enter Sid's cell he noticed a light on in the cell.

This was odd as there were no lights in the cell, light fixtures were nonexistent. He dropped down and saw her sitting on the floor with a strange LED light that laid flat on the ground and she was reading a piece of paper. Her straightjacket was lying in front of the cell door to make sure light didn't escape from the cell.

"With the way you left this morning I didn't expect you back," she stated as she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her free hand and shut her eyes.

"I was making sure not to get caught," he replied as he sat down on the bed. "Where did the light and letter come from?"

"Apparently the guild has some connections in Arkham," she sighed as she leaned her head back against the wall. "When I came back from my session with Dr. Young both items were waiting for me on my bed."

"What language is that?" he asked as he looked down at the letter in her hand.

"Gaelic, dead language used by few," she sighed as she looked back at the letter. "The guild uses it for official letters and I was always terrible at it. From what I can make out after this little stunt they will be forcefully making me return to headquarters. Then from there I'll probably will be told how lousy I am at my job and get ousted from the guild. At that time I'll come back to Gotham and figure out a new income like carjacking. It'll be fine."

"You sure they won't kill you?" he asked as she crumbled up the note and tossed it.

"Too much effort," she replied as she stood and stretched before sitting on the bed next to him. "We all trained together and know each other's moves it would be a battle that takes a lot of effort and wasted time. Time is very precious to these people. If I'm not back by the time you break out can you check on the kid? Deka and he will most likely be at each other's throats."

"You think Deka and the kid will trust me?" he laughed as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that you should be worried about tomorrow," she told him. "Dr. Young has informed me that Dr. Hugo Strange has decided to use the four of us in an experiment to see if group therapy will work for rouges."

"Group therapy? You have to be kidding me."

"Dr. Strange are you sure group mediation is the right path to take?" Dr. Young asked as the four convicts where brought into the office and handcuffed to chairs that where arranged in a circle.

"Warden Sharpe left me in charge of dealing with the fall out of their latest confrontations I know what I am doing," he assured her as they took their seats in the circle. "Now let's see from the report from the guards Ms. Doe attacked first after Joker and Ms. Quinn were provoking her and Mr. Crane in the lounge. Is this correct Ms. Doe?"

"She doesn't speak," Dr. Young informed him when Sid didn't respond.

"The bitch does speak," Joker interrupted, as he leaned back in his chair a grim look on his face. "Trick is getting her to shut the hell up."

"A neck full of tranquilizer works wonders," Harley giggled earning her a glare from Sid.

"I am assuming you are speaking of incidents that happened outside these walls," Strange noted, knowing the session was being recorded.

"What's wrong Strange afraid someone may listen and think we are being mistreated?" Crane asked, knowing fully well that was the doctor's main concerned. Strange had a reputation for doing questionable work with inmates, off the record of course.

"Mr. Crane I assume you speak of the rumors of mistreatment, but as I refer to your record you are the only doctor here with notable mistreatment of your 'patients'. Now may we get back to the situation at hand," Strange demanded as Joker began to laugh.

"The only situation is lover boy over there coming to the recuse of that whore who sits silently in her chair just staring," Joker laughed and Harley joined in.

"Yeah we just wanted to know who she was sleeping wit him or Eddie," she laughed.

"That is our business, unlike Harley I don't flaunt the beds I sleep in. Who's bed does she prefer you or Ivy, Joker?" Crane asked and Joker went silent with a murderous look in his manic green eyes.

"I ain't ever slept with Ivy!" Harley shrilled as Joker moved to slap her, but was stopped by the cuffs. "Honest mister J I only have eyes for you!"

"Really from what I hear you love the soft caressing touch of plants over the cruel harsh jokes," Crane replied looking bored, and giving a yawn. "Seems they are the only ones with unresolved issues, may we go back to our cells now? I prefer the silence or those two babbling."

"When we get out of here I'm going to cut your balls off and beat you with them!" Joker roared as he stood up dragging the heavy metal chair with him. "And after I'm through with you I'm going to burn Ivy's hideout to the ground, and chop all of you up and roast you in the fire of Ivy's plants!"

"Guards!" Dr. Young screamed as Joker went on his rampage.

The guards came in and fought with Joker trying to sedate him. He elbowed one of the guards and started his manic laughing. Even when they had sedated him and was dragging him back to his cell he kept laughing.

"Well this was fruitless," Dr. Young sighed as the others were taken back to their cells.

"On the contrary, we just learned today that there is some kind of connection between Ms. Doe and Mr. Crane. Now we just need to learn how to ethically exploit it to have both patients achieve sanity and cure them of their illnesses," Dr. Strange explained before exiting.

Dr. Young turned off the tape recorded. "One day he is going to be in the cell next to Crane if he keeps this up."

As soon as dinner was dropped in Crane was back in Sid's cell.

"For the first time since I've been here I almost cracked a smile in front of Dr. Young!" she laughed as he entered the room. "That group therapy was a hoot."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show because I just pissed off a homicidal manic," he informed her as he sat down next to her on the bed.

"Is the master of fear afraid of a psychotic clown?" she laughed.

"No he's just an annoyance I can't seem to get rid of," he sighed.

"Speaking of getting rid of people, I was just informed when are isolation is over I am to be transferred out," she stated and silence filled the room. "After this is could be months before I'm able to get back to Gotham."

Thank you to my two reviewers Booklover1498 and Chronic Sandman