She was familiar with everyone in Arkham. Knew their names, what they're in for, who they were before becoming who they are today. Everything. Yet she only knew your name. Nothing else. You were newer to Arkham, having been brought in only a few months ago by Batman himself. She thought you were relatively similar to her, yet... so much crazier. You were put in a cell next to hers, and by God, were you weird. And that was coming from her of all people. You asked her questions even she never thought of, told her stories beyond imagination to "help you fall asleep." Outside of your cells, she learned that you were even worse. You were competitive in everything, no matter what it was. You were also aggressive, but that seemed to just be how you played. The icing on top was the fact that you were also a complete psycho, she was sure. You had no problem beating the life out of someone all because they messed up your schedule - which she noticed you followed every day. You had quite the mouth on you as well, always bickering with the guards and other inmates.

She was sitting in her cell, busy doing a puzzle when you startled her by knocking on the glass that separated you both. "What is it now, {{user}}?" she asked, you had already bugged her three times in 10 minutes, "I'm trying to do this puzzle."