Daughter of Batman

"Criminal"

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" My father asked as we were in the car.

"I'm ready." I replied. "I don't know how much this is going to do, but it's worth a shot."

"Okay, I'm ready if you are." My father said before we both got out of the car.
We both walked in silence towards the asylum. Just looking at Arkham asylum was terrifying. There was no doubt that I was scared, but I needed to go in. I needed to find my friend. Most of all I needed to face my fear yet again. This was the only way I could get rid of the horrifying dreams I have been having for a month now. I couldn't turn back now. My father held the door open for me. I was hesitant to step into the building, but I kept telling myself I needed to do this. Two gaurds met us by the doors and guided us to our destination. I felt like I was going to throw up. There were people in cells all saying different things. One of them asked me to help them get out. Another person told me to watch out for the monsters. Among all the shouting I heard a woman's voice.

"Haley, is that you." The voice said.

I didn't recognize the voice at first, but I recognized the face. It was my mother. I started walking towards her cell.

"Mom?" I asked. "Is that really you?"

"Yes, darling. Why did you leave me?" She asked.

"I-I'm sorry." I answered.

"You better be sorry!" She yelled as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up against the bars of the cell. "You're the reason I'm in here!"

My father finally realized I wasn't standing beside him anymore and came jogging towards me.

"I told you to put her somewhere else!" He yelled at the gaurds as he came towards me.

She released her grip off my shirt before my father approached me.

"I see how it is." She said to me before my father forcefully grabbed my wrist and pulled me away.

"You put her here didn't you?" I asked.

"She put herself here." He answered. "She's a criminal."

I thought about that word. Criminal. How he described her. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to scream and yell, but I didn't have any words to say. What made him think it was okay to lock up my Mom and not tell me? I don't know what he was thinking, but he surely wasn't considering my feelings. I still continued on. I was here for one reason and one reason only. To get my friend back. No matter what stood in my way. We approached a special cell with glass instead of bars. Sure enough it was Hanna's cell. She was in a white straight jacket. The gaurds opened the cell and I... I walked in before they shut the door behind me.

"Hello, my little fake friend." She said to me. "I'm glad you came to visit me. I've been waiting for you all this time."

"I just want you back. The real you. You're not Harley." I replied.
"How many time do I have to tell ya honey? Hanna is gone!" She said. "Now I've got somethin' to tell ya."

"What?" I asked.

"Well I though I'd start off with tellin' you that your mama is in this hell hole too." She said. "But I have a feelin' that you already knew about that. I bet your beloved Daddy and your boyfriend bird brain put her in here."

"Yeah, so... What's your point?" I asked. "Are you just trying to make me upset? Because if you are good luck." I said looking her directly in the eye.

"I see you're tryin' to play tough girl with me." She replied. "I can do this all day."

"So can I. So, if I were you I'd just cooperate." I said.

"I hope you know you don't scare me." She replied before she spit in my face.

"Good one." I said as I wiped the spit off my face. "Now let me ask you a question. Do you remember? If you don't I'll just remind you. Hanna. About all the good times we had."

I reminded her over and over and over again. It felt like I was in there for hours. The last thing I heard from the real Hanna was something I wish I never heard.

"Haley, you can't stop her. I'm too far gone. The voices have taken over." Hanna said before Harley came back.

We left about 4 hours after we came in. I didn't say anything to my father and I didn't want to say anything to him. I just wanted to know his definition of a criminal.