Mad Love

Chapter 22

The police sirens went on as I was driven away from the city back to Arkham Asylum. I was not looking forward to spending my time there but it was going to happen to me at some point, I just wasn't expecting it so soon!
"Man, Gordan's been spendin' a long time trying to track you down. Where's the clown at?" The police driver was a little to perky for my taste.
"I dunno." I muttered looking out the window.
"Dam right you do, you two are all over the news, it's starting to get annoying."
I shrugged in response.
"I'm not gonna sweat it with you cuz commissioner Gordan's gonna find a way to make you talk, one way or another."

We pulled up to Arkham minutes later. I was escorted out of the car. Frannie who I remembered from my first days working at Arkham was seated at the front desk, she looked up and noticed me but obviously didn't recognize me as Harleen Quinzel.
"Is this the one Gordan was talking about?" Frannie stood up from her desk and walked over to me. She got really close to my face and examined me. I hoped she wouldn't recognize me.
"Welcome to Arkham Asylum sweetie, now I just want you to know that it may seem like a nice cake walk when you first enter but I promise... IT WONT BE." She then whispered to me, "Gordan's gonna find a way to make you talk, he always does and if not he'll ask Batman to do it for him and trust me honey, you don't want that." She grabbed my face at those last words causing my makeup to get on her hands. "We've all got our weaknesses, it's only a matter of time before we find out yours. And 'he'll' find out too once you rat him out." She was talking about the joker and that made me nervous. But I wasn't gonna crack so easily. If worse comes to worse I'll just lie and say what Nick said to Batman which was that the joker's hideout is the old chemical factory. I wonder if Nick saw me get caught by the police and is going to tell the joker where I am.
"Follow me." One of the Asylum guards ordered. I followed, so did Frannie.
"Put all of your belongings in this box please." A man at a desk said, pushing a box out on the counter. I pulled out my gun from inside my boot to the best of my ability since I was cuffed. I then pulled off my gloves, boots and mask and put them in the box. My makeup was still on so Frannie still couldn't recognize me, also I'm quite sure that she's never seen me with my hair down before. After wards they led me to a weird stall connected to the wall on the far side of the room.
"Put these on." She handed me a white Asylum uniform. One of the officers un-cuffed me and I walked into the one 'changing room'. Several guards with guns stood outside guarding the stall. I pulled off my costume and put on the uniform that was surprisingly comfortable. I then took a rubber band that I kept on my wrist and pulled my hair into a low pony tail. Upon exiting the stall I was shoved into handcuffs and taken to the section of the Asylum I knew all too well, the area where all the dangerous criminals were kept. I was put in a cell similar to the jokers with soundproof glass and everything. The one difference is that the only place that had soundproof glass was the door and some of the walls which were mostly made of metal and concrete. There was a table at the middle of the room with two chairs facing each other at opposite ends of the table. I was seated in one of them and my handcuffs were chained to the table. There was a bed at the back of the room that looked heavy enough to crush and kill someone. That was about all there was to the room. I was left alone moments later, the last person to exit was Frannie who started eying me suspiciously.
"You know you look just like someone I used to know, someone who used to work here. Her name was Harleen Quinzel. Does this name mean anything to you?" She stared at me for a moment but I was really good at acting, I used to take drama class in high school. I stared straight at her, looking as innocent and confused as ever. I was able to look her in the eyes with no problem. She gave a slight nod and then turned on her heel, leaving me to my thoughts. A few minutes of silence later turned into hours and just when I couldn't take sitting alone in the chair anymore a man entered the room. He had a mustache, wore a casual suit and tie, and was holding a stack of file folders and papers. He set them down and sat on the chair opposite to me.
"So, Harley Quinn. Just the clown I've been wanting to see." He had sarcasm in his voice but he seemed kind and gentle when he wanted to be.
"For what reasons?" I tilted my head to the side, toying with him.
"My names Officer Gordan, have you been to Arkham before or is this your first time? It's a little overwhelming isn't it?" He avoided my question with another sarcastic one. I didn't answer, I didn't want to risk him finding out who I was, but who am I kidding? It's his job!
"That was quite a show the other day at Bruce Wayne's party. Care to tell me what the motivation was or should I try telling you myself?" He lifted an eyebrow at me when I once again didn't respond. He then rifled through the files he brought and pulled out a few pieces of paper. Clearing his throat he read, "according to a few whitenesses at the Gotham Royal Casino, at about 7:15 the Joker accompanied by you and a dozen men entered the casino holding all kinds of weapons. The joker went straight upstairs to the head office while the rest of you stayed back on the main floor for reasons that became clear as gunfire could be heard from the upper level as well as the sounds of shattering glass and loud crashing. After a few moments the joker was spotted walking back down the stairs with a few of his men but some including you were absent. Upstairs a window leading into the main office had been broken, file cabinets were knocked over and many men who had been beaten badly into unconsciousness were found on the floor. No fingerprints were found on the victims but there was clearly a struggle as a bullet was found just outside of the office. Almost a week later at the Gotham Annual Fundraiser an unknown guest that Bruce claims to have not recognized under the name of 'Selina West' came into the party. She danced with Bruce until unexpectedly leaving. Bruce noticed that she had a brown satchel slung around her arm and after the whole fiasco with you killing judge Castillo and blowing up the place Bruce happens to find the same brown satchel Selina West was wearing that night and inside was her dress, clown makeup and next to it was red spray paint. What do you have to say about this?" He looked up at me.
I was in shock.