Harley Quinn

Arkham Asylum was only where the worst of the worst ended up. Only the craziest, the most insane, and the most wicked of the wicked ended up inside this asylum. And even within this house of insanity, one girl was far more insane than the others. She had to be held in a separate cell to the others, far away from anyone else, where she wouldn't be able to hurt them.

That person was, of course, Harley Quinn.

Alone she was on her bed, smiling and laughing at seemingly nothing. It looked like insanity, but it was really just her reminiscing. She was thinking back to her time with Poison Ivy, how much she loved her, and how much she wanted to see her again.

Breaking out of this place wasn't going to be difficult, she's done it many times before after all. Something just felt a tiny bit off here. Her head was spinning, was something wrong with her? It was like she was ****, she was seeing double everywhere. It was starting to look like she had two left hands, or did she actually have two left hands? She couldn't tell anymore.

As she collapsed into her bed the world still seemed to continue spinning. Her clothes felt like they were ripping apart and her body felt hot. She was spreading apart and widening, like her body was splitting apart, and like there would no longer be only one Harley Quinn.