Hours past before Logan was finally able to change out of her uncomfortable dress and just sit in her condo. After she had arrested the Joker, Gordon insisted that she needed to go to the hospital for her wound, just in case. She had been through much worse, so she didn't think it was necessary. But Gordon was insisting, and she would rather do that than deal with the aftermath of the stunt she pulled at the party. She agreed that she would get checked out by a medic once she saw for herself that the Joker was in a cell at the MCU.

The ride to the MCU was seemingly painless, especially since the Joker was still knocked unconscious. She personally escorted the painted criminal into his jail cell, as the rest of the officers applauded her. After Gordon formally introduced her to her squadron, Logan quickly talked to a medic on duty. He said what she expected: that she had just fractured a rib sustained considerable bruising. He advised her to relax for a week or so, but she ignored his instructions.

The drive to her condo took way longer than it had originally since she could barely get into her car without being harassed by news teams trying to get a quote from her. Logan just brushed them off and sped off to her new home. She even took a longer way home to make sure that nobody was following her. Once she swiped into the elevator, she took a deep breath and exhaled. This had been one of the most stressful days she experienced in a long time. At least since she got off the train from Metropolis. Once she got into her condo, she rushed to her bedroom to change. She grabbed tight black yoga capris, and a loose gray racerback tank-top with the Gotham Police Department insignia on the breast pocket. She took her curled hair and thew it up into a messy bun on the top of her head. Logan didn't even bother to wash away her makeup since she barely had any on.

The events of that night seemed to clutter her mind as she poured herself some wine to calm herself down. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not only because adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, but also because her phone was ringing off the hook. All sorts of reporters had somehow gotten her number, and were looking for some sort of exclusive with the "new hero of Gotham", or whatever they were referring to her as. Logan rolled her eyes, not letting the newfound fame get to her head. She was just doing her job, and not looking for thanks of any kind.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise as her instincts pulled her out of her deep thoughts. It was probably nothing, but her instincts were barely ever wrong. Logan slowly put her wine glass on her coffee table and grabbed her gun that she had cleaned earlier. A small creaking noise confirmed her fears as she stealthily prowled to the source of the sound: her bedroom. It felt like hours before she made it to her bedroom, and the thought of one of the Joker's henchmen being in her home made her skin crawl. That wasn't going to happen if she could do anything about it.

The door to her room, luckily, was already open. So she silently slipped through the crack and drew her gun out in front of her. As she surveyed the room, she noticed that her window leading to the fire exit was open. Without turning her back to her open room, she slowly backed toward the open window. Keeping her ears and eyes peeled for anyone who could have broken into her room, she quickly turned to close the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and simultaneously faced the perpetrator and turned on the light.

"Freeze," she growled through her teeth. But the figure she saw surprised her. This was the second time she had seen the caped crusader, and he was much larger than she remembered from the hours before. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" she hissed. Logan's heartbeat slowed considerably, but adrenaline still pumped through her veins. Now she definitely was never going to get to sleep.

"I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely after what you did. Joker has eyes and ears everywhere. People are going to come after you now." Batman's gravelly voice seemed to calm her nerves, but she was furious that he had broken into her house.

"Are you kidding me? Have you ever heard of knocking? Even just knocking on the window would have been fine if you're so cautious about getting seen. Jeez!" Logan tried to keep her voice down. She always though yelling was a sign of uncontrollable anger, and she liked to keep her emotions in check.

Batman just stared at her in wonder. He never knew what to expect from her, even after observing her since she got to Gotham and at the fundraiser. Though they never talked at his party, Bruce had been watching her to see what she would do. And he was amazed with her control over the situation.

"Okay then . . . Now why are you here again?" Logan was surprised when he didn't respond to her outburst. Maybe he liked to keep a lid on his emotions like she did.

"Just be careful. I caught a reporter looking through your car windows. You're in the spot light now. You're the new beacon of hope for this city that I can't be. Be careful with what you do with this new power." Logan was insulted that Batman would think that she was just looking for attention.

"Look buddy, you don't know me, so I'll let this slide for now. But I'm not some fame-seeker. I do my job because I want to bring wrongdoers to justice, and nothing else. Now I would appreciate it if you would leave now. I need to get some work done." Her response seemed to catch Batman off guard. He didn't expect her to be so similar to him. Logan could even catch the slightest smirk flash across his lips for a second.

"Fair enough. I'll be keeping my eye out for you. By the way, how did you know that the Joker would have one of his goons shoot you?" Logan knew that Batman was referring to the wink that she gave him right before the henchman shot her in the chest.

"I've been researching him for a whole week; I could have figured that out even if I had been studying him for a day. You underestimate me too much Batman. It's my job to get into his twisted mind, and I'm good at it. So to answer your question: I guess a little luck and a lot of planning." Batman looked like he was deep in thought as she explained herself.

"This is not the end of the Joker's reign of terror. Just be prepared." He whispered as he exited the window from where he came. Logan ran out to see where he was going out of both curiosity and annoyance.

"I don't need your protection!" She yelled after him, hoping that he heard her.

...

It was about four o'clock in the morning when a call from the station woke her up from he light nap on the couch in her living room. Her finished write-up from the arrest at the party was open on her computer, just the way she left it about an hour ago.

"Hello?" She answered sleepily into the speaker.

"It's Gorgon. I need you to come into the station. Now. The Joker won't talk to anyone except for you. He still doesn't know you're a detective, so I would keep that in mind as you interrogate him." Logan smiled, knowing that this would happen sooner or later. She couldn't wait to figure out what made him tick in a controlled environment, so she immediately started planning her interrogation strategy. This was going to be fun.

Logan didn't bother even changing out of her black yoga capris and loose gray tank. She just threw on a navy blue half-zip work out jacket and a pair of Nike running shoes as she sprinted to the kitchen to down some coffee. If she was going to be interrogating the Joker himself, then she needed to be awake. Logan quickly drank the whole mug as she got ready. She decided to let her hair back down since it still looked fine from the party, and the Joker might underestimate her more if she looked more feminine. Once that was done, she sprinted out the door with her keys and to her car. She threw it into drive and sped toward the MCU to meet Gordon.

Once she parked her car, Logan all but ran into the building that was now imprisoning the one person who had plagued her mind for the past week. Just as she opened the door, Gordon and two other officers joined her and directed her right to the holding cell. Apparently they were very eager to make sure he couldn't do any more damage.

"So he hasn't said anything at all? How do you know he will talk to me?" She asked one of the officers that was showing her the way.

"All he's been saying is 'I want to talk to her' over and over again. We can only image that he means you. It seems like he's developed some sort of obsession with you. Be careful." Logan rolled her eyes. She was tired of people telling her to be careful. First Batman, and now this officer. They should know by now that it's the Joker that needed to be careful around her. Not the other way around.

...

Logan took a deep breath as she waited for the officers to electronically unlock the interrogation room that the Joker was being contained it for the time being. She had been briefed with safety procedures before she went in, just in case. But she wasn't too worried. The Joker was handcuffed and didn't know how she could fight, so she was feeling pretty confident.

An angry beeping radiated from the locked door, signaling that it had been unlocked. Before entering, she took one last deep breath to let out any insecurities. She looked down at herself and analyzed her clothes. She was still wearing tight capris, her half-zip jacket, and running sneakers. Nothing about her clothes screamed "police officer", but she figured her cover wasn't going to last much longer. After a few seconds, Logan finally picked her chin up and cleared her mind. She needed to be on top of her game for this interrogation. With conviction, she firmly grabbed the door to the interrogation room and entered the dimly lit cell.

Logan couldn't quite make out the outline of the Joker's body, but she knew that he was there. The only source of light was one dingy lamp on the table that would separate her from the Joker.

"Evening, Comm-issioner," came the distorted voice from behind the table. Logan rolled her eyes before approaching the table. Apparently the Joker could see just as well as she could. Before sitting across from the criminal, Logan walked to the side of the wall and turned on the overhead lights.

"You know, this is the second time you've mistook me for someone I'm not. I'm a bit insulted." She said sarcastically while she studied the Joker's face for some sort of response. A deranged smile formed across his scarred cheeks as he rocked back and forth in his seat laughing.

"I knew you, ah, missed me" he cackled in between his fit of laughs. She ignored his comment and proceeded to sit down in the open chair at the table. Instead of focusing on him, she nonchalantly wiped down the table with the sleeve of her jacket.

"You wanted me here, now what? I have a life you know. My boss won't be too happy if he found out I skipped work today to appease the whims of a psychopath." Logan decided to nonchalantly suggest that she had some sort of other job that had nothing do do with the police station to throw him off her scent.

"You, uh, know it's not polite to lie." The Joker growled through his teeth, suddenly switching from psychotically happy to angry. She started to suspect that she should have to add "bipolar" to her profile for him.

"Who said that I was lying?" She tried to study the Joker's faced, but she wasn't quite getting a read on him.

"Let's play a game." The anger that had once been radiating off his body was soon replaced again with mischievousness. "Have you, ah, ever heard of two truths and a lie?" Logan began to wonder what the Joker's end-game was. He was obviously just playing with her. But why?

"Okay I'll bite. Are you going to start?" Logan always found that it was good to play along with whoever she was interrogating just to make them think that they had the upper hand. Usually when that happened people slip up, and that's when she got the most information.

"Ladies first." The Joker started to rock back and forth in his chair again in anticipation. Logan knew that he had something up his sleeve, and figured she would end up being the punch line to his joke. What the hell is he getting at? I'm not going to play his games for much longer, Logan thought to herself. She really didn't want the Joker to have any personal information about her, but she needed to make him comfortable around her somehow. Then he would definitely screw up and let loose some information he otherwise wouldn't have.

"Fine let me think. Ready?" The Joker signaled with his hand that she should continue, and Logan quickly thought of pointless facts that would appease the Joker's need to be in control of the conversation. "One: I have two brothers. Two: I don't talk to my parents anymore. Three: I did a triathlon last year." Those were innocent enough.

"You're, um, not playing right. Those are too boo-ring. Here, I'll do one for you instead. Are you, uh, ready?" Logan rolled her eyes and focused on his face again. She knew that he was just fishing for an emotional response from her now. He was clearly looking for some sort of information on her, but she wasn't giving it to him.

"Where to start, where to start-ah." The Joker paused for a moment before continuing. Suddenly, his voice got even higher as he tried to imitate her own feminine voice. "One-ah: You're not working right now. Two: You have two, uh, brothers. Three: You've lived in, uh, Gotham your whole life-ah." Logan mulled over what he said and concluded that either he was really gullible or just playing with her again.

"Oops!" The Joker began to laugh cacophonously again. "Those were ALL lies! I guess I don't, uh, like to play by the rules either gorgeous." Shit, Logan thought. He was definitely onto her game.

"I don't think this is going anywhere." Logan decided that this interview was going nowhere, so she would have to start wrapping it up soon.

"Au contraire, toots. I think this little, uh, therapy session is revealing your darkest secrets-ah."

"What makes you think I have secrets Joker?"

"You know gorgeous, I've-ah learned not to trust anyone with scars." Logan's hand instinctively touched the razor straight scar that ran down her cheek, and instantly regretted it. It was a small sign of insecurity. Something that she could never show in front of the Joker again.

"That's rich, especially coming from you." The Joker's tongue traced the scars that lined his grotesque lips as they curved into his famous Glasgow smile.

"I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours-ah."

"I think you've seemed to have forgotten that you've already lied about that before."

"Who said that was a, uh, lie? Hm, well then I guess it's you're turn to share with the class-ah."

"What do you want to know?" Logan was sick of this back and forth. He was obviously too smart to let anything slip. Everything he said was calculated, and seemed to only make sense to him. Like his crimes, they seemed precisely premeditated only made sense to him. This conversation was doing no good. The sooner the Joker was in Arkham, the better. He was just stalling at this point.

"Your name." The Joker's voice seemed to drop ten octaves and suddenly got a bit more menacing.

"You see, I don't feel comfortable knowing that a psychotic criminal has access to my personal information." With that statement, Logan straightened out the wrinkles on her shirt and stood up to leave. There was nothing else she could get from him.

Logan expected some sort of sarcastic quip from the Joker as she turned to leave, but he didn't say anything. That should have tipped her off that something was going to happen, but the Joker acted too quickly. Somehow, he had managed to get the handcuffs off of his wrists and attacked Logan when she turned her back. His arms wrapped around her arms and waist as he tried to throw her back toward the middle of the room. Luckily, her survival instincts kicked in and overcame her sudden terror. Like the expert black-belt that she was, Logan swiftly threw her head back and collided with her attacker's. With surprising speed, she forcefully threw herself out of his embrace and kicked his legs out from underneath him. Dodging a few half-hazard punches from her assailant, she landed another round house kick to his side and a strong right hook onto his jaw. Instead of crying out in pain, all the Joker did was laugh to himself. Logan took this as an advantage and dove for the handcuffs that were laying on the ground. Within seconds, she had them back on his wrists right as Lt. Gordon and three other officers came barging into the interrogation room with their guns drawn.

Logan confidently sat herself back down in her chair to catch her breath. Half of her was glad that the Joker attacked her, and also wished that Batman was there to witness it. It was time for people to stop underestimating her, and that should have proved it.

"Get up, clown. You're getting moved to Arkham." One of the nervous officers said as he forcefully yanked the still-laughing Joker up by the collar and led him toward the door.

"See ya soon, beautiful!" The Joker yelled between his fits of laughter as the three officers led him out into the hallway.

A/N: Hey guys, I really hope you like the way that this story is going! I'm pretty happy with it. Please review, I would love to hear what you guys want to happens, etc. Also, if you have any criticisms, that would be great too! I really want to improve my writing, so if you would help, that would be amazing! Thanks for reading :)