There was something going on. The It crowd were planning something, she could tell. Barbara had become even more boastful if possible and their conversations were quieter and more serious. Jerome sat with them every day now, he would flash her glances now and again. Their eyes would lock but he didn't approach her again after their first conversation. She was worried he would tell Barbara what he saw, how she looked in Barbara's direction. Perhaps they were plotting to attack her for even looking at Barbara in a threatening manner.

She tried to distract herself from it, a growing sadness in her chest. She and Jerome, it would never happen, she was sure.

The room became silent. The usual natter and sounds from the patients around her became nil to nothing as she heard the door to the dayroom open. Then he walked in, Jim Gordon. Standing behind the cell bars that was the only thing keeping him safe from the room of maniacs they were in.

He hadn't come to see anyone in particular it seemed, perhaps he was meeting with Dr Strange. Barbara had approached the bars immediately though, an unimpressed glance from Jim Gordon in her direction. They talked for a while; she wasn't sure what about but the rest of the It crowd watched cautiously. There was a dangerous glance from Jerome in his direction. Perhaps he was jealous, maybe he really did like Barbara.

There was an anger in Barbara as she hit against the cell door. Detective Gordon shook his head distastefully at her before going to walk away. A slow clapping came from the middle of the room, Jerome stood towards the cell doors, Barbara looking displeased with the action.

'Come to check in on us Jimmy?' He smiled dangerously at him; Harleen watched as he walked slowly towards the bars of the cell door.

Jim smiled at him sarcastically. 'I doubt anyone is coming to check in on you Jerome. Glad to see you've made yourself at home here though. Making friends I see.' Her glanced over to Barbara at the end of his statement before starting to walk away. He walked towards the door towards the inpatient suite near to the window where Harleen sat.

Everyone in the dayroom continued to watch him as he did so. Jim's gaze met Harleen's, a lingering look as he stopped near the bars next to her.

'Harleen… I didn't expect you to be in with this group of people.' There was a sadness in Jim's expression towards her.

Harleen stood, walking towards the bars to him. 'They keep all the murderers together. I suppose it would be easier for them if we all killed each other.' Harleen smiled sweetly at him, chuckling softly at her own statement.

Jim smiled awkwardly at her. His gaze flicking back towards Jerome and Barbara who watched him darkly. He took a step forward, so he was close to the bars, only inches from Harleen and whispered under his breath to her.

'Be careful who you associate with here Harleen, these people aren't like you. Your case…' He stopped himself, looking downcast as he met her eyes once again. 'Your case is different; you don't belong in here.'

Harleen smiled softly at him. 'I think you're the only one who thinks that Detective Gordon.' She looked back towards Jerome who was watching her intently. 'Maybe I am where I belong.'

'Harleen…' Jim went to say something else to her, but Harleen had heard enough from him. Detective Gordon was the man who led her case. He had tried to get her help, but she was deemed too dangerous to be admitted to a normal psychiatric facility. The way she had murdered her father raised questions at the police station and ultimately Jim had given up on his fight for her.

Harleen turned her back on him, walking back towards the window she was so used to sitting at. The bell for the end of day room sounded before she even got to her destination. The guards entered the cell, beginning to transport them back to their rooms. Harleen turned back, Jim Gordon was no longer there, carried on with his detective duties and she felt some anger towards the man who gave up on her. She met eyes with Jerome as he was marched out towards his room, a quizzical look in his gaze.