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Arkham Asylum, better known as the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, is a fictional psychiatric hospital north of Gotham City.

Harley Quinn. Queen of the Crazies in Gotham. While Mr. J escaped, she got stuck in a stupid cage. Stupid Batsy. Ruining their fun. Once Puddin' got her out, he'd probably want to get his revenge too. Oh! Maybe they could color his suit green! When your crazy, ideas never fail to come.

Rohan Jay Salmond, the face behind the knitted mask was revealed. How unlucky of him. The Manipulator, the real bad guy - and his boyfriend - who did real crime got away, while the poetic terrorist was caught. So what if he killed a few civilians now and again? It wasn't like he was The Joker or some other serial killer. It wasn't fair, stuck alone in an insane asylum with no one he knew. And he wasn't crazy or mentally ill, he didn't need to be in a sanatorium, but he guessed it was better than Blackgate. And, of course, he was put into the cell where the Harlequin herself was. He avoided eye contact as he sat down, his hands moving as if he was knitting an invisible scarf. Okay, so he might be obsessed, but not mad!

Harley leans onto the door, looking at her "cell-mate" with interest. "So. You're looking peachy!" She says a little too loud. She looks at him moving his hands in a way she isn't familiar with.

He looked up and gave a small smile, might as well humor her. "No, more like an orange. Do these jumpsuits have to be this color? It isn't flattering on anyone." He said. "I'm Knit-" He stopped, no point in hiding now, "Rohan." He said softly. "I'm Rohan."

"Harley Quinn! Nice to meet cha'" She replies, holding out a hand for him to shake. She already torn her jumpsuit, revealing her white tanktop. The arms of the jumpsuit normally worked for climbing stuff, but the new cell she got didn't have any bars. Just a person.

He shook her hand, "Everyone knows who you are." He said firmly, although it might have come across as fan-boy-like, he meant it in a slightly more negative way, she being one of the two most infamous criminals to go up against the Bat.

"Aw, you're such a doll!" She says with a smile. "How'd you get in here anyway? Batsy get you too?" She adds her smile wavering.

He looked away, ashamed, "No, GCPD." He said, shaking his head, "I still can't believe my boyfriend just left me there." His voice was bitter toward The Manipulator for abandoning him. "I think 'Batsy' only views me as a pest. Not worth his time." He got caught breaking and entering. And maiming. The poor girl probably died on her way to the hospital due to asphyxiation. But the two were only trying to locate Purl. Someone must have kidnapped his favorite fangirl and sidekick. she had to still be in Gotham. And he was determined to find her.

"Hmph. Well. I'll a tell Mr. J, when he comes to help you too. You seem like a real doll Rohan" She says her smile growing. Puddin' only took a day or 2 to get her out of the asylum.

If you plan on the Joker breaking us out we'd need someone to claim him

He grinned at that. He wasn't sure how he felt about joining their circus of crime, but he could use The Clown Prince's resources to help locate his Purl.

(Okay)

She sits on the floor, leaning her back agianst the wall. "So. What DID you do to get yourself locked up in a place like this?"

He smirked, "Knitted a girl a noose after I broke into her daddy's mansion. I was...looking for someone." He said cryptically.

She smirks, and flips her hair to one side. He said he was looking for someone..love interest? Friend. Must've been important. She looks into his eyes for any sign of emotion.

His eyes were sad. Purl was the only one who understood his love of knitting, who didn't call him names that stung like bullet wounds - fag, queer, and the like. She knitted with him. She cared about him. She cared that he cared about Manipulator. She was his only family after his grandmother passed. She might not have been blood, but she was just as close.

She studies him for a moment more before taking a guess. "She must be pretty important" His eyes say he's sad but his body language is completly different...like he's angry.

He looked up, he never said it was a girl. He didn't say anything about that, though. He didn't care if by some chance Harley Quinn had telepathy or something. Maybe she, like everyone else, assumed it was a girl and his lover because heteronormativity. One of the many reasons he wanted society to crumble, along with gender roles. "Yeah, she was. Like a sister. Like family."

"What's her name?" She asks, her smile was gone now. I guessed right, thank god. I have to tread carefully now. I don't want to loose my new bestie.

planning on having purl have slipped through the veil like peter pan and loki did

"Purl." He said. "Her name was...is Purl." He corrected himself, how dare he speak of her in the past tense. She is still out there. Still alive. And he will find her and bring her home and read her stupid fan fiction of his boyfriend and him as a magic girl anime. He didn't care. He just wanted her safe and sound.

"What happened to her?" She said before she could stop her. He said "was", is she dead? Does he not know? Too many questions building up. She had to keep it under control otherwise he'd get angry.

"I don't know. One day...she....she just never came home. She kept me grounded, you know?" He assumed that is what she did for the Joker, keeping him from totally losing his already half-gone mind. "Without her, I'm reckless and angry. I hurt people too much. I fight with my boyfriend. I cry myself to sleep. I became so damn co-dependent on her support, without it...I just cease to function. I looked all over Gotham, but I can't find her. Jesus, who would hurt a little girl like her? All she does is knit things! She isn't a metahuman or a real threat to anyone."

While he was talking she changed her position on the floor, and now sits cross legged on the floor. She raises her hand as if he was the teacher. "What's your boyfriends name??? Oh is he cute?" She asks, changing the subject. She doesn't know how to help people when they start blubbering. Only if Red was here. She'd know what to do. She did consol me with Puddin'.

"The Manipulator. He manipulates fabric." He said. He smiled at the memories of his bae. He understood why Manny let him get caught by the police. Rohan was being a dick, and not the good kind of dick, so this was his time out. In Arkham. Because Manny cared.

"Manipulator..." She says, repeating the name. "You guys seem like the perfect couple!" She says, her happiness coming back to her. "What is h-" Her sentence was cut off by someone banging open the door. Her hopes where high, maybe they could get out without Puddin's help.

He looked up, confused. "Uh. Hello?" He backed up, a bit nervous at to who was at the door.

Two armed guards come in, but 3 armed guards were guarding the door. This was a game. But she wanted to take her new bud with her. But, her style was winging it. So they'd have to wing it together.

Rohan's eyes widened. What was the meaning of this. "What's the big idea?" The Knitter said, narrowing his eyes. He didn't like this. This had the rancid smell of prisoner abuse all over it.

"What do you think it is" One of the guards snapped, holding up his gun and walking towards Rohan. He pushes the front of the gun into his chest hard, meaning to push him down.

Harley struggles to contain her anger. How dare he touch her new friend with the meaning of harm! But her new plan forming into her head meant for her to be calm. So the only emotion that she showed was the twitch in her hand. She was just itching to punch that guard in the face.

Rohan narrowed his eyes and pushed the gun aside, the Knitter looked at Harley Quinn from the corner of his eyes, his eyes screaming Plan? Anything? Help?

She met his eyes, and mouthed 'go along with it' After she got it out, the other guard hit her in the head with the butt of his gun. "Stop planning! Filthy scum"

The other guard, angry with Rohan sticking up for himself swings his fist into Rohan's face.

Rohan gave a cheeky grin, "That's the best you got?" He cringed as Harleen Quinzel was attacked. Did the Bat know of how they treated their inmates? Did he even care?! The damn Bat Family was filth and corrupt, all the way through. He snarled at the guards, but without a needle and thread, he could do nothing.

Now this was plan was stupid. She knew that she couldn't suck it up forever. When she stood back up, her nose flowing with blood, she jumped on the attacker wrapping one leg around his neck and spinning, using the other leg to kick the gun out of his hands.

The other guard hears a shout of surprise from behind and growls, trying to keep an eye of Rohan, but also trying to see what's going on. He puts his back to the wall and looks at the seen to the right of him. Harley got herself a gun already. Cheeky little b*tch.

A quick lead in the air and Rohan side-kicked the guard in the face when he turned to see Harley. "Atta girl," He said, a hunger in his eyes. He took the gun from the stunned guard's hands. "A prison break, can we really pull that off?" A voice in his head screamed to kill whoever got in his way, to get out and find Purl. Find his girl, she was probably cold, hungry, and scared. Locked up like a caged bird. His grip on the gun tightened, his eyes narrowed, and he snarled. "Let's get out of here."

She smiled. "Now that. Is what I like to here" She says, shooting the other three guards at the door.

Slightly flinching at the shots fired at the guards, he reminded himself he was a villain, and villains hurt people. "Lead the way."

She skips towards the door, kicking their bodies out of the way and looks left and right. She was blindfolded when she was put in here. She put up a finger. " Eni, meanie, miney, mo, catch a tiger by his toe, what would, Mr. J choose, please don't screw me I choose. You!" She landed on the left side and started to walk.

Without yarn or needles, he was basically a human with minimal martial art skills. Rohan followed Harley close behind, not anxious to use his new weapon on any guards.

She continues to walk forward, but something itches in the back of her head. Something is wrong! Where are all the guards? She walks forwards a bit more and comes across a hall that splits off into 5 other choices. Two on the left and three on the right, cells between each passage. "Oh dear" She mutters, pushing Rohan in front of her. "You're turn to choose"

"Middle!" He cried out as he ran toward the first one to the right, the middle of the five hallways. "Who designed this place? SERIOUSLY?!" He said as he ran down the hall, eyeing the inmates still behind bars. He knew the fact that he didn't stop to free them would cause bad blood when they inevitably escaped.

She skipped happily after him, shrugging. Other inmates pounded on their cell doors, some screaming and others begging to let them out. She let out a relaxed sigh. "This is fun. We should do this again!" She says to Rohan. In one day they already broke out and are causing more than one person misery. Mr. J would be very pleased to know she did this without his help. Even Red would praise her!

He looked around, they were near the exit of the prison building, the the hill on which Arkham sat would be hard to escape, with the watchtowers and gunmen. "This is too easy, they must be waiting out side for us." He concluded.

She frowned and replied, "Wait, do you know where they put our things? Cause if we both have our weapons, we may stand a chance"

I should have posted a map. oops

He shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine. First time being incarcerated."

"You're first time? Lucky!" She says with excitement. With all the times Batman has been on her and Jokers butt was annoying.

(Hey sorry if my spelling is wonky cause I just switched computers and it's different from what I'm normally used to)

He gave a weak grin, "I'd be lucky if I never ended up here in the first place." He said, looking around, trying to get his baring. This place as built like a maze.

"I never really gotten it this far, because normally Mr. J would've gotten me out by now" She says pouting thinking that he forgot about her.

He looked around, "So that is a no to knowing where they have our stuff?" He inquired. Rohan didn't like this. He needed his yarn and knitting needles to be of any use to Harley Quinn and her escape plan.

"Yea..BUT maybe we can find some guards and ask them!" She says cheerfully looking around for some guards. "I bet they're playing hide and seek with us! MARCO" She shouts excpecting a reply of 'Polo!' After a minute she shakes her head. "That wasn't the right game. Silly me!" She says, popping herself in the head lightly.

He shook his head, "No, that wouldn't work. They'd shoot at us." He didn't give her the satisfaction of responding to her insanity as surprised or confused. Rohan suspected she was faking insanity for the Joker's sake.

She puckers her lips. "Well then, what do YOU think we should do?" She says, kinda muffled between her puckered lips.