I was put into a cell. They had taken away my gun, but they let me stay in my outfit. Probably because I bit the guy who tried to make me change into a prison jumpsuit. Orange just wasn't my color. They made me fill out a sheet about my favorite things and told me a new cell would be ready tomorrow morning. I guessed that they were building me a cell that they hoped would make me happy and not want to leave. Morons. Like I wanted to stay in PRISON?

REALLY?

All that was in my cell was a cot and a toilet. I was tired, so I curled up on the floor with the blanket from the cot and fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to the smell of waffles. Sweet! My favorite food! Wait a second... Ugh. They're trying to make me like this place.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in. Not that I have a choice." A few men with guns were at my door. "Hey," I said. "How's it going?" They handcuffed me and let me to a locked door with a few bars. When they took off my handcuffs and pushed me inside, I gasped.

The room was decorated entirely in green and black. There was a huge stack of paper and a new pack of pencils in the corner. The walls were painted plain black, with buckets of green paint that were obviously for drawing on the wall with. The bed was a mattress on the floor with a green cover, and black and green curtains hiding it partially from view. There were some wicked looking Venus Flytraps on the windowsill, which was barred. Fresh air wafted through the bars, smelling of a mixture of harsh, chemical scent, and sage. The ceiling had green and black strings dangling from it, so they tickled the top of my head. A black dresser sat in the corner, with a mirror sitting on top, complete with markers so I could draw on it. The dresser was filled with outfits exactly like the one I was wearing.

All in all, it was my dream room.

I wandered through it in awe, and found another barred window behind the curtains that hid my bed. Through the window was a room quite a bit like mine, but decorated with red and black rather than green and black. Standing in the room, drawing on the wall, was none other than my step mom.

"Harley?" I asked. She turned and grinned.

"Darlin!" I rolled my eyes. Did she have to call me 'darlin'? It was pretty freaking annoying.

"Hey." I said coolly. "I like the new digs. What's that you're drawing?" She stepped aside to show a full-sized picture of daddy. I rolled my eyes again. "Of course." "How've ya been darlin?" "Pretty good," I told her. "I'm a villain now, name's Radiation." She clapped. "That's wonderful darlin! How'd ya get arrested?" "I tried to rob Gotham bank. Unfortunately I got taken down by a first-timer." She frowned. "Well you tell me who it was darlin, and once we get outta here than I'll kill 'er!" I smiled. "It was a noob named Archer. But I'd rather kill her myself." She cackled. "I know whatcha mean darlin. I'll let you go get 'er!" I smiled faintly and walked back into my room. I gotta admit, I was a little tempted to stay here. I had all I needed. Waffles, art supplies, company.

But there was one thing missing.

I missed Demon.

Don't think I'm going all sappy. It's just that I've been around him as long as I can remember and it was weird not to have him near me.

I curled up on my bed.

"Harley?" I had meant it to come out cool, but it came out as a whisper.

"Yes darlin?"

"Can we go home?"

A grin spread across her features and she flipped one of her blonde ponytails. She pulled one of her exploding hammers out from under her bed.

"I thought you'd never ask, darlin."

She hit the corner that connected to my wall and it exploded. There was a fair sized gap between me and the wall. I slid through it and ran into the hallway. Harley met me there. "Dontcha love them BoomHammers darlin?" I grinned. "Oh yeah. Now let's go get my gun." We ran down the hallway. Harley kicked down a door, reveling the weapons room. I grabbed my gun off the wall, along with a few others. I started to run, but Harley grabbed my arm. Silently, she pointed to a curled black whip on the wall. "Kitty," She murmured. She grabbed the whip and led me back down the hall we came from. She had grabbed another BoomHammer from the armory. She stopped by a door with the word 'Catwoman' on it. She yelled "STAND BACK KITTY!" and blasted the door down. A woman with black hair, a cat-ears mask, and a fake tail walked out. She purred. "Harley!" They hugged for a moment, and 'Kitty' turned to me. "Is this- no, it can't be." "Yup, it's me," She hugged me. I hadn't seen Selena in three years. She had gone to Arkham, and hadn't come back. Apparently she had gotten hooked on all the stuff they prepared for her. "Lets get outta here," Harley said. With that word, we ran out.