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"Hello Harley, I'm Joan Leland. I'll be your doctor while you're here at Arkham. Do you have any questions?"

I gave the good doctor a once over as all of this was said. She was a little on the short side with bobbed brown hair and caramel colored skin. She had on a doctor's white coat, thick glasses, a black pencil skirt, and a purple top…

Purple…

That struck a chord somewhere deep within me. I didn't know why, but I felt as if the color purple was significant in someway. I shook my head as if to clear away the thought and looked up. Since Dr. Leland was staring at me with and expectant but slightly wary look, I figured it was my turn to speak.

"Nice to meet ya, Doc. I was wondering if you could tell me why I'm here. I've been asking the guards and they won't tell me anything so if you could just let me know I'll be on my way…" I started to stand up but the dumb ass guard shoved my shoulders so I plopped right back down in my seat again.

Dr. Leland smiled gently at me and nodded at the guard to leave. I was starting to get pissed off because no one was telling me what was going on.

"Doc?" I asked tentatively. Dr. Leland sighed and eyed me cautiously before she spoke.

"Harley, do you remember anything before waking up at Arkham last week?"

I thought for a minute before I spoke slowly, not wanting to leave anything out.

"I remember…a party. Yeah, I remember going to a party. There was gun fire and shouting…I remember running and shouting to someone, then being thrown into the air and falling." I paused as I searched for words.

"There was a lot of pain…" I couldn't talk anymore. The memory of the pain was too great. It wasn't as much a physical pain as much as it was a heart wrenching pain; a sense of being left and not knowing why. I furrowed my brow, trying to remember but coming up with nothing.

Dr. Leland was writing furiously on a clip board when I looked up; waiting for her to finish as I looked at her purple shirt.

Purple…It still rang a bell.

"C'mon Harley girl, think," I murmured to myself. Dr. Leland finally stopped writing and look at me with concern.

"Did you say something, Harley?"

"No, sorry." Dr. Leland smiled and stretched, arching her back.

"Harley," she said as she reached into her desk and pulled out some papers. "We're going to do some ink blots. I'll show you one and you can tell me what you see, okay?"

"Sure, I guess." Like I had a choice anyway.

She held up the first one and I wrinkled my nose in concentration.

"It sort of looks like a smile," I said in a small voice.

"Okay, try this one."

"A- a vest"

"This one"

"A…knife," that one scared me. It was the uncanny image of someone smiling and holding a knife. It seemed oddly familiar…

I noticed that Dr. Leland had gone white and was starting at me as I squinted and leaned toward the paper she was holding up. Her hand started to shake and I sat back when I noticed; I didn't want to scare her but the ink blots had resonated deeply within me.

"Harley, do you still remember nothing?" she asked warily as I looked at her with a blank expression on my face.

I blinked and shook my head. "I feel like I should know something I don't. Doc, what happened to me? Why the hell am I here?"

Dr. Leland sighed, put the inkblot down and folded her hands as she leaned in towards me.

"Harley, you're very…," she struggled for a word. "Sick"

I flinched inwardly at the word. "I'm sick?"

"Harley, I'm not sure I should tell you this but it's only fair that you know. You're suffering from amnesia. You…hit your head and we're keeping you here for observation. Once we make sure you're stable you'll be released."

I blinked a few times as the weight of the news hit me hard. I felt my head and winced when I touched a tender spot. The only thing other than that were the bad dreams but everyone had bad dreams. I couldn't remember what they were about when I woke up anyway, so what did it matter?

"Harley," I could see her internal struggle as she tried to find words to say. "Does the name…Joker ring any bells by any chance?"

I looked up at her and stared at her deep brown eyes intently. The name meant nothing, I didn't know it.

"Who?"

A/N: Yes, I'm continuing this. I'm still developing the story and I know it's inconsistent with the fist chapter but this is the direction I'm deciding to take it. Please review because they make me write faster (HINT!!!)