Author's Note: Hi everyone... So, yep. I finally decided to do my rewrite of my first fan fic "Lunar Asylum." I'm actually participating in NaNoWriMo this year, so I decided to make this rewrite my project. Obviously, I won't finish it within in a month, but I am confident enough to say that I should be able to reach the 50k word count by November 30th.

A lot of things are gonna be changed here. I'm completely taking out some parts and putting new ones in, so it won't exactly be the same story as it was the first time around...

ANYWAY, just so we're all good on timeline and things, it takes place after the events of Asylum, but before the events of City. Mainly because I wrote this when City hadn't been out yet... I'll try to write something that makes sense between the events of Asylum and City as much as possible, but not sure how much I can guarantee.

Hope you guys enjoy the rewrite. :)

"Miss Lunar, are you sure you want to join me in this interview?"

The young intern looked up at the doctor and smiled. "What good is it to be a doctor here at Arkham if you don't even know what you're up against?" she asked, putting on her small metal-framed glasses.

"I'm warning you, Lunar," Gretchen said. "This man won't show you mercy. He's a cold-blooded killer; if he wants to kill you, he will try."

"… Thank you for the warning, Doctor Whistler, but I'm sure I'll be fine."

"That's what Miss Quinzel thought too…" the older woman thought to herself. Then she sighed, shaking her head. She knew better than to try to argue with the enthusiastic young woman.

"All right. You may come along."

Kelsey smiled brightly, her eyes brightening with excitement. "Thank you, Doctor."

Gretchen shook her head and waited for the guards to escort them Gretchen's office. She looked back over at the new intern, Kelsey Lunar. She was a twenty-nine-year-old intern who had been there for the past four weeks. She was very pretty with her smooth, silky cherry red hair and her big, sparkling hazel eyes. Like her, Kelsey had a slight astigmatism with her eyes, so she wore small glasses to help read small print. She had a soft face and was very frail looking, only being five' four with a thin, hourglass figure. One of think that someone like her would be more inclined to work at a bakery or some place, but no.

Instead though, she had a keen interest in the insane criminal minds there at Arkham. She was reviewing her notes about some of the patients Gretchen had written about. Luckily though, unlike Miss Quinzel, the woman was not interested in the solely the Joker. She seemed to be fairly interested in everyone equally, though her eyes tended to drift back to a few names, namely Victor Zsasz and Walyon Jones. Naturally.

Two guards came in to escort Kelsey and Gretchen to the office. As they walked past some of the Category One patients, they yelled and banged on their cells. Gretchen didn't expect any different. These were the rowdier residents, the ones she believed belonged more inside a regular prisoner than an insane asylum. But since they were lackeys and goons of the more dangerous residents, they were to be placed here in Category One. She didn't quite understand it, but she accepted it as orders were orders.

The four of them reached the elevator and just after the doors open, Kelsey tripped inside and fell against the far wall. Gretchen rolled her eyes, shaking her while the guards asked if Kelsey was okay. The young woman blushed, mumbling out a soft thank you and straightening herself up.

Kelsey was careful not to trip again once they reached the office floor. As they walked down the hall, they could see a few other interviews going on. But as they continued to walk forward, Gretchen had paused by Doctor Jameson's room. Doctor Jameson was finishing up an interview with Pamela Isley.

Kelsey's eyes widened a bit. She couldn't help but be a little excited. The real Poison Ivy she had read about in the papers and on file was actually inside that very room. A botanist gone made at the human race for hurting the environment, or her children as she so endearingly called them. Strangely enough, the plants she could control saw her as their mother. Kelsey didn't quite understand the science behind it, but was nonetheless fascinated.

Jameson had a bit of a flustered look on his face as the two guards that were already inside took a hold of Ivy. She gave them a dark look as they escorted her outside of the man's office, though she stopped walking when she caught sight of Kelsey.

Her eyes widened as the beautiful woman smiled seductively at her. "So… we have a new doctor. Nice to meet you. You can call me Ivy."

The intern had opened her mouth to say something back, but she never had a chance as Gretchen stepped in front of her while the guards seemed to move themselves in between the two women and the patient.

"She's just an intern, Pamela," the older doctor said coldly. "Leave her alone."

Ivy let out a soft laugh, that smile still there, though it seemed much more sinister than before. "Hmm… An intern. So it seems that she has much to learn. Tell me… Are you as gullible as poor Harley too?"

Kelsey just blinked as Pamela was roughly pulled away by the two guards escorting her, causing her to hiss as she was taken away. Gullible? Like Harley? Oh, oh… Wait. She remembered that file on Harleen Quinzel. Though she didn't go by that name anymore. Anyone who did try to call her by that caused the woman to fly into a fit of rage. Frightening.

Once the guards were certain that Ivy was far from them, they escorted the women to Gretchen's office. One guard by the door inside while the other one stood outside. Ever since that last break out, they were even tighter on security. With good reason though. So many people had been hurt and died… Kelsey had been glad that she hadn't applied for the paid internship prior to that time. She probably would have been among the dead as well.

Gretchen moved to sit at her desk while Kelsey sat in the far back corner by the filing cabinets. The older doctor already had her files in front of her, adding some notes here and there to the documents. While she worked on that, Kelsey decided to read on the notes she had of Ivy, having nothing unless to do as they waited for the Zsasz to be escorted to the office.

"Doctor Whistler?"

Gretchen looked up.

"Do you think that perhaps we shouldn't have male doctors interview Isley anymore."

Gretchen blinked, titling her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well…" Kelsey quickly looked through her notes again to make sure she hadn't missed any names. "According to these notes, it seems all of Isley's doctors have been men. Also, she always seems to use her pheromones to make them fall for her, leading them to their deaths… I think it would better if we have women interview her. The death rate may even go down…"

Gretchen was already shaking her head. "It doesn't matter if we have male doctors or female doctors interview her. While yes, her pheromones only do work on men, Isley is capable of others means to seduce women to do her bidding."

Her eyes widened. "She can?"

Gretchen nodded. "We had assumed the same as you did, so we replaced her guards with women. She was still able to use them to escape before she murdered them."

Kelsey went back to inspecting more of the notes. She must have missed that reading or simply hadn't gotten that part in Ivy's file. But before she could begin reading anything, the door opened as two guards entered the room with Zsasz in tow.

The man was strapped down to a wheelchair. He had a facial mask over his mouth, reminding Kelsey vaguely of Hannibal Lector. The man tugged at his wrist bindings, twitching in his seat every now and then. His eyes wandered around the room, occasionally jerking around to inspect different parts of the office.

Then his eyes fell on Kelsey, her pulse starting to race. She should have figured that she would spark interest in the man. She was something new, something different than whatever he normally saw when he was in here. A man like Zsasz liked new things. They were potentially new targets for him, new scars to add.

It was both utterly fascinating and terrifying.

Gretchen reached over and switched on the recorder. She leaned back into her seat and faced the man with a calm, cool expression. Kelsey picked up her pen and notepad, anxious to see how these meetings went.

Then, she spoke.

"Victor," she said in a monotone and unfazed voice. "The last time we saw each other was last week. I'd like to pick up on that again."

He said nothing at first, still looking at Kelsey.

"Victor."

It was enough to make the man look at her.

"I want to talk about what we discussed last week again."

"Why?"

Oh God, that voice. Kelsey couldn't help but to feel a tingle go down her spine. Such a sinister, dark voice… Like a snake waiting for the kill. In this case, a snake with a sharp knife ready to cut deep into your neck for blood to spurt out everywhere. Something Kelsey knew the man would probably take joy, if not pride, in.

"Why would you care about my work?" he asked darkly, titling his head. "I already know how you view it. You find it to be 'murder.'"

"Victor, you killed four guards, their wives, and almost their children. It's murder, no matter how you would like others to view it."

Zsasz laughed, clearly amused with the notion that what he did was something wrong. "Really now… I thought I was doing them a favor."

"How so?"

Zsasz sighed, shaking his head. "You're so foolish and naïve, Doctor. They were all bored with their lives. They had even said so in front of me… If you don't believe me, then don't. I cut for reasons, not just because you think I'm having fun… Though I can't say I'm not."

Kelsey observed them as they seemed to argue in a civilized matter back and forth. It was just like the interview tapes she had listened to do. They always argued about the same thing: Zsasz's 'work' was murder. She jotted down some of her own notes about the man, knowing that she couldn't just rely on the notes in front of her for everything.

Kelsey felt someone looking at her again. Slowly, she glanced up and saw Zsasz eyeing her. Even when Gretchen tried to make him turn his attention back to her again, he still continued to watch her. The intern finally looked up at him completely, seeing that he had no intention of looking away. She could feel him studying over her, taking his own mental notes on her. Lord only knew what was he was thinking, but she hoped shed wouldn't have to find out.

Zsasz looked at Gretchen and said, "Well… I see you've brought a new guest. Another new intern?"

Her eyes narrowed. She knew that tone. His interest had been peaked and that was never a good sign for anyone. Especially not for the person who had caught his attention. "Leave her alone, Victor. She's only here to observe–"

"– observe a true doctor at work?" Zsasz finished for her, giving a dark chuckle.

Gretchen recognized that chuckle, causing her lips to press together in a tight line. She had to think of something to take his attention away from the intern. Zsasz was unstable, a maniac in the best term she knew. He had no empathy and he enjoyed lacking it. She had worked with him for years – she knew exactly what he was like and capable of.

Then Kelsey slowly stood up and picked up her chair. Gretchen eyes widened, but remained silent when she moved her chair next to hers. A good distance away from the patient and close enough to her in case something happened. Not to mention the guards in the room seemed to be on higher alert now that Kelsey was getting more involved and Zsasz was just watching her intently, his eyes glowing with curiosity.

She sat down next to the older doctor and started looking at her notes again. It was mainly to just skim over everything she could on the patient in front of her before starting anything. Not to mention it greatly helped calmed her nerves.

Finally, knowing she couldn't stall much longer, she took a deep breath and looked up at the prisoner with a soft expression and nodded to him. "Hello, Zsasz," Kelsey said calmly, even though her heart was beating hard in her chest. "I'm Kelsey Lunar. As you had guessed before, I am the new intern here. This is the beginning of my fifth week here."

He said nothing, his eyes dancing in delight. He was clearing enjoy her speak, growing more and more interested in this new person.

Kelsey glanced at Gretchen, wondering if she should stop or not. But the woman didn't discourage her, so she continued.

"… During this time, I've been reading over your file and have been listening to some of the recorded sessions available to me. I've also have some notes taken on you in my own attempt to understand you better."

Zsasz laughed once. "Aren't you the curious intern?" he said, mocking with an impressed tone. She kept a straight face though, allowing him to ask, "Tell me… What do you find so fascinating about me?

She cracked a smile, deciding that she should approach him a bit differently. Instead of treating him like a monster, see him as an equal. That was one of the lessons she remembered from her schooling… Of course, most patients weren't Arkham criminals.

"You're not the only patient, Zsasz," she said with a small smile before she looked down at her notes. "I safely say that you are really proud of your work."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Yes… I suppose from your perspective, that's a very good question. But your perspective isn't necessarily normal, is it?"

"Normal? Normal…" He shook his head and laughed. "Normal is simple. Stupid. Boring. And that is why I do what I do. I make life… less boring. Less normal. This world is filled with people who are normal, who are bored. So… I help them. I make them less bored. I let people have… fun."

"How can people have fun if they're dead, though, Zsasz?"

"It's certainly fun for everyone else… I'm not normal… and because of me, you and all the other little interns and doctors here are having fun… Aren't you, Kelsey?"

Her stomach twisted a bit when he said her name. It was like a hiss… He was doing it on purpose. He was having fun. To make it worse, he had a point. She wasn't having fun, so to speak, but she was interested. Just like the other doctors here. They were interested in these people. They wanted to figure them out, to cure them. So yes, they were having… fun.

And Zsasz was very much aware of the truth, which made him having even more fun.

She let out a soft sigh and took off her glasses to rub her eyes. "Yes… You do have a point there."

Gretchen and Zsasz both seemed surprised by her response. They had both thought that she would deny it. Gretchen definitely would have. She didn't want to give Zsasz a reason to continue doing what he did.

Kelsey continued carefully. "I wouldn't call it fun… But rather interest. I have an interest in you. So does Doctor Whistler. And all the other doctors here have an interest in you and the other patients. If you didn't have your… fun, we wouldn't have ours."

"So you see why my work isn't murder as everyone claims it to be?"

"No," she stated firmly, reaching over to put back on her glasses. "What you're doing is still murder… And I think you know it is too."

He raised an eyebrow.

She looked down at the files and point down at some notes with her pen. "You know that you're killing people. You know that you're having fun… And because you're having fun, you don't want to change. You have no intention of changing either, do you?"

"Miss Lunar."

Kelsey bit her lip as she looked to Gretchen, whose eyes were narrowed at her. Damn it, she had messed up. It was usually looked down upon to tell patients about their reluctance to change and how the patients found their work to be something good. The point of these sessions was to focus away from that and make the patients see the wrongs of their actions. The entire point of them being their was to reform them, not try to make them feel like what they were doing was acceptable or something that didn't really need to be fixed.

"My apologies, Doctor Whistler," she said, putting her head down and shrinking back into her seat. She should have thought out her words more carefully. At least she had made this mistake when she was an intern and not when she was an actual employee there.

But before Gretchen could continue with the interview, Zsasz gave a dark, amused laugh. All eyes went on him as he just stared at Kelsey, shaking his head as his laugh died down.

"You're very… interesting, Miss Lunar," he said as his chuckles died down. "You're not like the other doctors, oh no… What are they teaching you wishful doctors in school nowadays?"

"Zsasz–"

He ignored Gretchen and continued, making Kelsey's eyes widened as he seemed to try and lean forward in his chair, as if trying to get closer to her. "I think you've opened up many… fun possibilities, Miss Lunar. Very, very interesting… Hmmm, perhaps I should start thinking of a place where I can put a mark… for you, Kelsey."

Gretchen had heard enough and stood up, looking to the two guards who seemed just as tense as she did from the heavy atmosphere. She pointed to the bound up patient. "Take him back to his cell. I can see that need in him again."

The guards didn't need to be told twice. They quickly wheeled him away and out of the office, his dark laughter ringing in Kelsey's ears as he disappeared from view. The door shut, making her look up to see Gretchen looking at her with narrowed eyes.

She cleared her throat and bit her bottom lip. Crap, she had really screwed this up, hadn't she? She didn't think she had said anything wrong, but what did she know? She was just an intern. She hadn't been working here nearly as long as Gretchen had.

"You were only meant to observe, Miss Lunar. You were not here to attempt to conduct. the interview."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Whistler," she said sincerely, bowing her head. "I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries… When you didn't say anything, I-I thought it was all right for me to speak."

Gretchen sighed. Yes, she had at first that it would have been fine for Kelsey to speak. She had not anticipated for it to take a darker turn and for Zsasz to get that interested in her. She should have never have let the intern speak in the first place. She didn't know what she was doing… This was the first time she was seeing an interview go on in person.

"It's all right," she said. "However, with the other patients, I hope you won't do that again."

Kelsey nodded. At least she wasn't going to be in too much trouble or lose any pay. "Yes, Doctor Whistler. Do you have any more interviews to do today?"

"No, not today. However, I have two tomorrow – one with Edward Nigma at eleven and another with Jonathan Crane at three. You may join me if you wish. Please do not interfere this time unless I give you verbal permission."

Kelsey smiled brightly. "Thank you very much!"

While most of the doctors and interns went home at the end of the day, Kelsey had stayed behind with Gretchen and few of the other interns. She had been a bit glad that she had stayed behind late that evening, since as she was walking out, she had been able to see Batman come by with Commissioner Gordon and a dozen other officers.

He had been able to apprehend the escaped Clayface, who was currently frozen into ice, and had arrived at Arkham to return the escapee to his cell. She had been a bit surprised to see him at first, mainly because it had been a long time since she had seen the man. It was a bit nice to see a familiar face, even though he was wearing a mask.

Standing off to the side with a few of the other interns, she watched as Batman handed over Clayface and four guards transported him back to his specially made and renovated cell. Gordon had pulled him aside to speak with him in private, making her give a soft laugh. She heard a colleague call her name, so she turned to them to speak, only for her to trip over her own feet and tumble to the ground with a hard thud.

Unbeknownst to her as she was being helped up and worried over, she caught the attention of Batman and Gordon. They watched as she stood up, giving an embarrassed laugh as her cheeks turned red.

Gordon sighed and shook her head. He had been around here before whenever that woman was around. This wasn't the first time she had fallen… Hell, he helped her up once since she had tripped on some cables near him the other day. A sweet girl, but damn clumsy.

"It's that new intern again… I swear; she's going to fall into a pit on day and get stuck in there if she's lucky enough to not break her neck."

"Who is she?"

"Kelsey Lunar. In the lower levels of Arkham, she's really popular." Gordon huffed and rubbed his neck. He hated knowing that fact, but whenever he went down there, he would occasionally hear about her in passing. Not by her name, just as "the new intern." Scumbags, those men were… But at least they were just lowlife, idiot thugs, unlike some of the other residents at this asylum.

He shook his head before reaching under his glasses to rub at his eyes. "Hopefully it's just all talk and nothing more, but nowadays, you can never count on anything, can you?"

When he didn't get an answer, he looked up at the man, only to find that Batman was nowhere in sight. He blinked and looked around for a moment, but then he realized that was foolish. He came and went as he pleased, usually for the benefit of the people.

Still, Gordon couldn't help but to wonder where the man went off this time, but he decided to not think about it for the time being. He had his own job to do, after all.

Kelsey finally got back home around nine. Normally, she went home with Doctor Sarah Cassidy, since they lived in the same apartment complex and, coincidently enough, on the same floor. However, Sarah had left work long before she had, so Gretchen was able to give her a ride, though she berated her for not buying a car yet.

It was embarrassing, to say the least. Kelsey knew she needed one and it wasn't like she actually enjoyed not owning a car, but she just couldn't afford it right now. She hoped that after the internship, she could apply for a position there and then actually make enough money to start saving up for a car. She didn't want to rely on people forever for transportation.

"Be at work tomorrow by nine," Gretchen said as Kelsey got out of the car. "I need you tomorrow so I can critique and review your notes."

Kelsey nodded. "Yes, Doctor Whistler."

Gretchen waited until Kelsey walked into the apartment complex before driving off. She gave a soft sigh as she rubbed the back of her neck, pulling her apartment keys out of her purse as she got into the elevator to the fourth floor.

She was so glad that the day was over. All she wanted to do was have a quick dinner, take a nice long shower, and then go to sleep. After that interview, she and the other interns were made to do lab work, which was never fun, but nonetheless, had to be done. Still, the hours that went into it seemed to last longer than most.

When she reached her floor, she quickly walked down the hall to her 429 apartment. Just as she unlocked and opened the door, she could hear her home phone ringing. Quickly, she closed and locked the door behind her, rushing over to the phone over in her kitchen

Just as it hit the last ring, she grabbed it and brought it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Since when did you take an internship at Arkham?"

Kelsey couldn't stop herself – she had to laugh. He was the last person she was expecting to call her and considering she hadn't spoken with him in a while, hearing that question with the concerned tone in his voice like a father berating his daughter just made her burst into giggles. "Well, it's good to hear from you too, Bruce. By the way, nice costume today. I couldn't even recognize you."

There was silence for a few moments before a heavy huff came. "Then how did you?"

"Bruce… Come on. How long have I known you? Not to mention that you were the first man I ever fell in love with. Even when you dress like a bat, I'll know who you are. Anyway, how have you been?"

"Kelsey." She flinched at the harsh tone. He didn't seem to like the fact that she was trying to change the subject, which she had tried but obviously failed at. "Will you answer my question?"

She finally gave out a defeated sigh. "We both know that I've always been fascinated with criminal minds, Bruce. My degree's in criminal psychology and I had gotten that minor in sociology. Working at Arkham is my dream. You know that."

Of course he knew that; it was all she had talked about whenever the subject of future occupations came up. And he had always tried to steer here away into doing something less dangerous each time she mentioned it.

"Kelsey… You're putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You shouldn't be working there."

Kelsey couldn't help but to get somewhat annoyed. He was treated her like a child now and it was getting a bit ridiculous. Especially since it wasn't as if she was the only one working there. There were plenty of others who worked at Arkham, but Bruce certainly wasn't calling those people up and telling them to quit their jobs.

"Bruce, I'm not going to quit my job just because you tell me to, so please don't try to convince me otherwise."

"Those people could kill you, Kelsey – why don't you understand that?"

Of course she understood that! Everyone there understood the dangers of working with the types of inmates that worked at Arkham! God, he was just making her more and more irritated each time he opened his mouth… It reminded her of when they were dating, Christ.

"And if they do, what are you going to do?" she snapped. "Obviously you won't kill them to avenge me or anyone else."

Bruce was silent for a few moments, making Kelsey immediately regret saying that. That had totally been uncalled for. Of course he wouldn't kill any of them. Or anyone for that matter. It would go against his morals and what he stood for. Especially considering what had happened to his parents. Now she just felt like a complete bitch.

"Bruce," she said softly, hoping to get his attention. "I'm sorry. That was mean."

She heard him give a heavy huff on the other end of the phone. "No, it's fine," he muttered. She could hear him take another breath to say something else, but then he simply sighed. "Just don't get yourself hurt… Which includes not tripping over anything."

Kelsey blushed and gave an embarrassed cough. Damn it, he had seen her trip. "I'll try my best. Anyway, I really need to get to bed soon, so we can talk later okay?"

"All right. Hey, why don't you come up and visit me?"

She raised an eyebrow at the notion. "All the way to Wayne Manor?"

"I'll come pick you up; I know you don't have a car yet."

Well, at least she didn't have to pay a taxi far to get up there. And she hadn't actually seen him face to face in a long while, so she figured it couldn't hurt. "Okay. When?"

"I'm hosting a dinner party on Saturday, so why not come then? You can sleep over since I'm sure you don't want to go back home late."

She chuckled. "I guess I'll pack a small bag then."

The billionaire gave his own laugh too. "All right, I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye, Bruce."

They hung up, allowing her to let out a soft breath. Well, at least now she could get some rest… She moved over to the closet to hang up her coat, stretching a bit. She didn't really feel like cooking anything… Maybe she could just make herself a sandwich and have some milk before taking a shower and heading off to the bed.

As she moved back into the kitchen, she thought about what she was going to wear for the dinner party. He hadn't said if it was a formal thing or not. She didn't want to chance it either, so she would probably have to call later. Even though they had broken up a long time ago, they were still good friends. Besides, it seemed to her that Bruce basically saw her like a little sister and that he needed to look out for her. It wasn't very awkward really.

Well, it had been a little bit when she had uncovered his secret. After he had saved her from being attacked by some thugs about two years ago, Alfred had picked the wrong moment to contact him in the Batmobile and she had accidentally discovered his identity. He had been mortified at first, but she was able to reassure him that she could trust him and that she would never tell, a promise that she had kept.

She suddenly felt her cellphone vibrate in her jean pocket. She blinked and pulled it out, surprised to see that it was a text from Sarah.

Hey, Kelsey. What're you doing tomorrow?

Kelsey quickly gave a reply.

Hey, Sarah. Doctor Whistler wants me to categorizer some reports and review another pair of notes she wrote over Bane and Quinzel. She's letting me watch her interviews with Nigma and Crane. I'm pretty excited about it too.

It only took Sarah three minutes to give a reply.

Well, you may have to cancel your interviews with Gretchen. I need you do something for me, if you're up for it. Let me warn you now: it will NOT be EASY for you. Hell, it's not easy for me and I've been working at Arkham for a long time. Would you like to do it?

She raised an eyebrow. If Sarah didn't want to do it, then why would she want her to do it? Quickly, she typed: Tell me what it is first!

Kelsey was not expecting the reply she got back.

I need you to interview Waylon Jones for me tomorrow.

Kelsey just stared at the text for a good solid minute. The Waylon Jones, better known as Killer Croc. Though she had seen him in the paper and despite having worked at Arkham for almost a month now, she had actually never seen him in person. Mainly because he was so dangerous and only seasoned doctors were assigned to work with him. Gretchen had been in charge of his case until he was switched over to Sarah. Kelsey had read a few of Gretchen's notes and listened to some interview tapes with him, but she had never seen him or talked to him. She never thought she would ever get the opportunity to either.

Most people would have told her that she was very fortunate. Croc was a cannibalistic murder, who had no sympathy for mankind. Then again, no patient at Arkham had compassion for mankind. They were all killers. But Croc… Croc was different. Like Ivy, he hated humanity and considered himself to be nonhuman. He even despised his fellow prisoners. He was the reason Aaron Cash was missing a hand…

Shaking off those thoughts, she sent back her reply: …I'm just an intern. Won't he try to kill me?

It took a few minutes for a reply to come back, but Kelsey could clearly see how desperate Sarah was to get someone else to do this for her with her next text.

Please? I'll pay you the interview ($550). I really don't want to do the interview… Ever since I saw Cash's get his hand ripped off, I've always been afraid to do any interviews… Just this once, please?

Her eyes widened. Five hundred fifty dollars? She could put that money towards a car. Besides, it was just one interview. If she didn't ever want to do it again, she would tell Sarah to find someone else to cover for her. Besides, interviewing Croc could be good practice… And she definitely needed that. Though she would have preferred someone easier, she had to go with what was given to her.

She texted back: I'll take the interview. You're telling Doctor Whistler for me, though, since this was your idea. What time's the interview?

Her final reply was: The interview will be at 3. Thank you so much; I really didn't want to this interview. And don't worry, I'll tell Gretchen for you. She'll object, but she won't stop you. Oh! Just so you know, Croc has a collar around the neck. Cash will give you the remote to control it so he can't hurt you Just don't do anything to make him angry. That's when he's at his scariest. I'll be there to get you at 8 tomorrow morning. Have a good night!

Kelsey sighed as she put her phone away and moved to lay down the couch. She didn't except to interview anyone by herself for three more weeks. But no. Instead, she would do her first interview tomorrow with one of the most dangerous inmates in Arkham.

In her opinion, he was probably the worst; no one but him was a cannibalistic murder. The other inmates would try to kill her, but only Croc would try to actually eat her alive. It was scary to even think about. There were a lot of ways to go out, but being eaten alive? She wasn't sure if she wanted to die like that…

No, no, she was being ridiculous. She would be fine… At least that was what she would have to tell herself tonight to make her go to sleep.