I awoke in a small, white room with a large mirror in front of me. I had been sitting in a chair with my head resting on a table. I sat up and looked around, I saw a camera in the corner of the room, but when I raised my hand to wave at it I realized they were cuffed to said table. I grunted to myself.
"I got caught." I huffed in defeat as I slouched into my chair.

       "Yes! You did." A voice boasted as the door slammed open and a young officer walked in. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"Great. You're the worst kind." I mumbled sarcastically, knowing this cop was the type who would act as if he were the one to catch me.
"Sooooo.... They call you Mad Hatter?" He asked, "We have countless files on you. But we have nothing that matches your fingerprints, or hair DNA."
"Duh. I call myself Mad Hatter, but I have quite the influence, you see? So everyone else does call me the same."

       He took the seat across from me and spread the sheets out. I laid my head back down near my hands, running my fingers through my hair in search of a certain hair piece.
"Pick your head up!" He ordered, throwing a blue pen at me. I shot up, looking at him with a new smile.
"Whatever you say, officer." I smirked.
"So tell me, are you really insane or is it just a mask you put on to conceal your identity?"
"Voices say I don't have to answer that without a lawyer." I shrugged. The cop sighed heavily and shook its head.

      "Ummmm..." He searched through the folders. But I began to scream, unclasping the cuffs I had pick locked and attacking him. He imitated and armadillo as I began to beat on him. Even when a man tried to pull me off I simply grabbed the officer's cinnamon hair and pulled him with me, which caused the other man to cease.
"Nightwing!" I heard the man who had me by the hips yell. I suddenly felt electric volts run through my body starting from my neck. My muscles tensed up and I stopped moving for a moment.

       "Let me go! Batsy!!! I don't like this game!" I growled. He threw me back against the chair, tying up my hands behind my back and my feet to the legs of the chair. My hair drooped over my face- that's when I realized my mask was still on. I picked my head up to peer through my hair.
"I'll search her hair for more pins." Nightwing said as my hair was yanked by the roots.
"Nighty, be careful please." I pleaded sweetly. He scoffed and began to run his fingers through my hair- sending pleasing shivers down my spine for an unexplainable reason. Batman grabbed the bloodied cop by the collar of his shirt and threw him out of the room, then put something over the camera.

     "I'm gonna ask you some questions, Hatter. I suggest you answer them." Batman snarled as he took the seat across from me.
"Fine. Let's take turns." I agreed.
"You're not in the position to bargain."
"Well, maybe I could get into the proper one if you untie me." I giggled, giving him a playful wink. Batman growled and shook his head.
"What's your real name?"
"I only know my first one: Dolores; I go by Dolly." I answered. The movement in my hair stopped, I could feel Nightwing's stare over my head, and into Batman's soul.

       "What do you mean you only know your first name?" Nightwing asked from behind me.
"No, no, no, my turn. Who was the last girl you slept with, Nighty?"
"My girlfriend." He growled without thinking, "Now what do you mean you only know your first name?"
"Exactly that," I chuckled, "My brain was fried a few years ago. It's the cause of my amnesia and insanity."

        "How come we can't track your DNA?" Batman inquired.
"Don't know. Who's you girlfriend?"
"Batgirl."
"Funny, cause I don't think you're the last person she slept with." (A/N: If u don't get it I'll explain in a later chapter. And right now I'm not going by a story, I'm doing it how I want, and I want them dating rn.)
"What do you mean?" Nightwing asked.
"Don't forget my affiliations in Gotham. I have eyes everywhere... Including, let's say... A rooftop in the middle of the night." Nightwing began clutching my hair tightly.
"Liar."
"Oooooo!! Batsy!! I think this case just got too personal for Wings... You should send him out." My head was yanked backwards, "I love it when you hurt me." I cackled. Nightwing roared and stormed out.

       "My turn again, why haven't you taken my mask off?"
"We like the suspense." Batman answered sarcastically, "But now it's overwhelming." He stood up, walked over to me and put his hands on either side of my mask.
"Ya'know, I'm not regretting this as much as I thought I would? So go ahead, Batsy, take it off." Batman slowly took my mask off, setting the mask on the table behind him, when he turned back to look at me he froze.
"What? Something on my face?" I mused, "Or am I too pretty?"

     "D-dolly?"
"I already told you that was my name." I sassed, rolling my eyes.
"What did you do to her?"
"Who?"
"My Daughter!!" He roared, slamming his hands into the table, I flinched backward.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't even--"
"You stole her face. You're going to Arkham right now. GUARDS!!"
"What!" I squeaked helplessly, "I swear I didn't do anything. Please, don't send me there! Harley and Joker tell me awful stories." I began to thrash around and scream.

     Bruce's P.O.V.

       Impossible. This is impossible. It's her... It's Dolly. But how? How did she end up like this? She was dead! Dick was right, all these years he told me he could just feel that she was alive but I would just call him crazy and hook him up with a girl to help him forget. But if someone messed with her brain the it's possible they rewired it to make her a criminal, and to forget everything.

      She needs Arkham now. She needs her memory back. And I know that Arkham can do it, especially if Wayne Industries gives them a sponsor. And if I can get her old team to come help maybe she won't only get her memory back, but her sanity as well.

       I really need to talk to Dick...

A/N: I'm uploading this one sooner than planned because KimmiCatC asked for it. Sorry if it's not good, I didn't have a bunch of time to edit it.