Gotham City, 1983

There's something up with you. Something wrong in your head. Is there a screw loose? Are you just...off your rocker? You ask yourself this everyday and the universe neglects to answer every. damn. time. So you check yourself into Arkham Asylum to seek the help you need. But you discover soon enough that just like everything else in Gotham, the "cure" isn't really helping. Constant psychological distress and subpar conditions aren't really what you expected, but you're here now. That damn woman in the cell next to you won't stop mumbling, and the one with sleep apnea is just snoring away...

So that's life. Until one inmate goes crazy and sets the whole ward ablaze with a single box of matches. You're moved to B-Ward, which is one of the better ones in the whole asylum. As you're carried away, shackled in handcuffs, you look at the conditions. "Better than E-Ward" you think. You walk through a final corridor where you're put into a decent cell. Clean with a window, sink and toilet, with some drawers for clothes and books to read. The guard rambles about the rules before leaving you alone. You eventually get situated and decide to go out into the yard for fresh air. You lean on the wall and look up at the gray sky and drab clouds, feeling better than when you were in the putrid E-Ward. As you're relaxing, a woman slowly walks up to you, analyzing and hesitating before speaking to you.

So..you're here after the arsonist went all psycho, huh? Welcome to B-Ward..

she sticks out a hand and tilts her head to the right.

I'm Harleen, but you can just call me Lee. Who're you? Never seen your face around here. she smiles slightly, in an awkward way, and waits for an answer.