I was fuming after my session with the resident closet psycho number one, Bob for those who couldn't connect the dots. I don't discuss my family with just anyone, it's more complicated than anything else in this world. I'm not mentally ill but this place is hell bent on making me so, in fact I'm feeling worse mentally and emotionally during my short time here than ever before in my entire life. I processed my trauma while it was happening, being resilient and all that, so I'm not having any sort of PTSD or other issues that he's trying to pin on me. I'm starting to suspect that he's doing it on purpose to make me stay here. I mean sure I was found mentally unstable and all of that but I'm sure I'm only here because the Gotham prisons are overcrowded and they just love throwing people in here. The funniest part is that they're always surprised when we leave it more insane that we were when we got here, everyone has bad days, all you need is a push. I had several bad days and a shove, and now I'm here.

I was fuming so much I didn't even notice Joker sitting on the floor in the hallway untill I had stormed past him. It wasn't until he cleared his throat loudly that I noticed that he had followed me all the way to my cell, why I was allowed to walk there myself I will never know, especially since I should have that aggressive stamp on me. But then again he was walking around alone too, maybe something is happening that required all of their attention. Or Joker had bribed his guards, wouldn't surprise me one bit if that was the case.

"What do you want, gurkan? I'm late to a date with my bed" I spun around to face the man with a sour frown on my face, I really wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now. Fine, I was being a bitch but in my defence Bob drained all my energy and the bitch was all that was left. Don't hate the player, hate the game.

"I noticed you weren't in your cell, kitten, and so I wondered where my Dani could possibly be. And guess what? Then I realised that you could be talking with Bob" He told her with a slight flick of his hand and a weird movement of his body.

"So? Don't we all have those stupid sessions?" I asked him with a bored look on my face, I really needed sleep and he was in for a rude awakening if he thought he could keep me from my one true love.

"Well I decided to wait for you so we could have a nice conversation." He continued with his explanation, stroking a finger down my cheek. "I missed you, darling"

"Well if that's all then I'd like to go to bed" I turned around to leave when I felt myself being pulled back by the arm. "Fan också" (Damn it) I cursed when I came face to face with the man again.

"Don't turn your back on me" He warned, waving one pale finger in front of my face.

"You don't own me" I spat at him, no one ordered me around, much less some psycho who I just met. I've always had a problem with authority, defying people at every turn, but this man wasn't even in a higher position than me and was already trying to control me. "I don't take orders from anyone, much less you"

"Careful" He warned with a cold glare in his eyes and lips pulled into a thin line. He made some weird movement with his body as he walked closer to her. "Of course I own you, I own everyone in Gotham."

I couldn't help the laughter from spilling out, I had to put a hand on my stomach as I found it hard to breathe through the heavy laughter. He thought he owned me? Since when? "That's cute and all but no thanks, no man owns me"

"That's cute" He copied and twisted a hand in my hair and then pulled me towards him. "You think you're free? Oh honey I owned you the minute you walked in those doors downstairs. Sooner or later you'll realise that"

"Oh honey" I chuckled and gently patted his face a few times before slapping him hard right across the face. Men like him didn't understand words, only violence and action could make him understand. "I would say you're insane but even insane people know not to mess with me"

He cackled at that, turning his head to look at the ceiling as he smoothed his green hair down. "Mess with you? Kitten, you killed two people and now you think you're at my level? Think you can sit at the grown-up table and play with the big boys?"

I sputtered slightly at that but quickly recomposed myself, he couldn't see how his words really affected me. Had I really that big of a head to assume that killing two people gave me a high enough position in the hierarchy in Gotham that people wouldn't mess with me. My shoulders fell slightly. "I never said I wanted to play with the big boys."

"Ah but you know I'm right. You've gotten arrogant since you got here. Dangerously arrogant, killing two people gives you nothing. You're nothing to people here and all this barking you're doing is bringing you all the wrong attention that you can't handle" He told me with a cold look on his face before grinning and swaggering away from me.

"Vad I de heligaste helveten" I said out loud to myself, still stunned by the... warning he gave me. I had thought that the easiest way to get through my time here would be to pretend to be the biggest and baddest and now he tells me it's not good and that it'll only give me problem. (what in all the holiest hells)

I turned around and went back to my cell, fully intending to have a deep debate with myself about what I'm going to do with this new information. Maybe he was right about me gaining attention that I wasn't ready to deal with yet, truth to be told I had been acting tough ever since I got here but most of the time all I could feel was fear and anger. I wasn't this tough newly made murdered that I wanted to portray myself as, but at the same time I wasn't weak or gentle as many are. I can't be acting too tough around here before I actually show how bad I can be, but at the same time I can't act like I'm scared or weak because that will get me killed. There's a fine balance and I am certain that I could never find it. I've always been a girl that bites off more than she could chew, someone with a way worse bark than bite. His words did nothing to comfort me or make me more confident about my position in here. Joker was the worst of the worst and if he told me I was doing something bad then I must be, though I will never fully trust his words. He could also just be trying to push me down and make me easier to control. I have no doubts that his words of concern were not totally genuine.

"Damn you, Joker, damn you"

AN: Super short chapter but I wanted to get something out for you all. I'm going to start editing as well but I will still be updating. Love you all:)