The door slammed closed on the dark room and the unconscious blonde lay on the floor covered in her own blood and bruises that had been left by the guards of Arkham Asylum. Harleen Quinzel known here as Harley Quinn had been in lock up the last six months and had gone by the guards daily torture. It was not like she did not give it back to them, in her time there she had put several of the guys in the infirmary during her stay they at one stage had been sending the new guys in to watch over her especially the new guys they wanted to go. Not that Harley really cared who had been put in with her. She had been taking names and thought about her escape. This time it would not be the Joker coming to her rescue... no those days were well and truly over. She thought the sexy redhead known as Poison Ivy would have been the one to save her this time, but she had not heard from her either, Harley wondered if she was also in Arkham since she was under isolation treatment she did not know who else was stuck on the inside. after about an hour the blonde began to wake the cool hard concrete pressed up against her now shivering body. Slowly her blue eye blinked open and the room began to look focused and still. it was dark damp and cold. using her palms to push herself off Harley got up from the ground a metallic taste in her mouth from her busted lip. "Pussies!" she yelled at the closed door She knew there would have been at least two waiting out there in case of a break-out attempt. Harley was far too weak for one this time She wiped the blood from her face and walked over to the old rickety bed on the side of her cell wincing with each step she took. She flung herself down on the awaiting blanket and looked up at the ceiling more concrete nothing exciting to stare at but for now, her thoughts could take her away, away to the times of laughter with the Sirens as they were called Poison Ivy and Catwoman.