I woke up panting with the sheets encasing me like a cocoon, strange dreams again. Flashing blue and green eyes while hands start to throttle my neck making it hard to breath, this was always the same dream which I have had since I was a little girl. Shaking, I drag myself out of the bed and sheets to the mirror above the sink, my cell at Blackgate prison is not exactly a luxury Hotel but I have had worse, then again I've had much better. Sighing, I glare at the reflection in the mirror, amber red hair and blue eyes, I would not mind my reflection but my eyes always seem to tell the truth. Not good if you're a criminal like me! Still glaring I shove my black hoodie on before my cell door opened.

"Come on Red, time to go." Glancing around my cell for the last time I follow the guard through all the hallways towards the exit then, ungracefully I might add, shoved into the riot van which is driving closer and closer to dear old Arkham Asylum. Oh didn't you know, according to society I am a 'crazie'. Ha, the thought of it makes me laugh; I'm not crazy just ahead of the rest of this measly population that swarms earth. I do not kill people, no that's Jokers job, I teach them a lesson they won't forget, if they live that is. On second thoughts maybe I am crazy, ha!

The introduction to Arkham was quick, thank god, nothing is more boring than listening to doctors try to make you comfortable while you're in a straight jacket, highly contradictory! Humming slightly to myself I look into the cells as we pass them. Harley Quinn waves at me with a frown, we both thought I would have never had to end up in this god forsaken place. How do I know Harls? We go way back, we both went to college and then University together and then we both fell off the sanity band wagon. She is basically my big sister, as well as Poison Ivy. I see her shake her head as I pass with a small smile. I can see the Joker but keep my eyes from staring at him, I've seen that guys magic pencil trick and I would like to stay alive for the next few years! The guards shove me into the cell where I am across from a man with a big top hate on, must be the Mad Hatter, Icy mentioned him once, he created mind control cards and always tries to find his 'Alice'. He doesn't look so dangerous to me, but I've not come here to look for trouble. I try and get comfortable on my new bed, seems like they fill the mattresses with stones here, lovely! Groaning to myself I turn towards the wall and drift off to sleep hoping tomorrow wouldn't be hell.