Gotham fucking city. Evangeline Morningstar, convinced of killing your parents and sending a bomb to your ex best friends house - you were now smack center of Gothams prison. Striped uniforms, stone walls, crazy people.

There was a boy there named Dominic. Your fortune telling tricks told you that he was going to end up being someone called The Joker in the years to come, so you figured he was a bad presence in the jail. Therefore, you stayed away from him. As much as you could. In the cafeteria, he sauntered over and sat down across from you. He asked you what you were in for, to which you responded bluntly and without a sort of interest in the conversation. His moods were quick to fluctuate, his face quickly contorting between grins, unamused frowns, grimaces and a silent malicious observance. He then told you about how he had done a similar thing with a morbid happiness. When you shot down his conversation once again, he rested his chin on his hands.

"You see that big guy over there watching you like you're the next meal? He's in for killing 25 people just for shits and giggles. A girl need a friend in this place. The guards? They don't care. They say bad things happening to bad people, so what can they do?" He said with an air of analytical scrutiny and wicked amusement, tilting his head.