*writing is in italics

It seemed that the rogues were just as shocked as Sarah was to have a new addition to their cell block.  This shock quickly turned into jeers and taunts of what would happen to their new plaything. Mostly obvious like how Joker wanted to make her smile (only from Joker could smiling sound horrific), and scarecrow saying how he would experiment on her to find her greatest fears. There were more pleasant reactions from Harley who was excited to have another 'gal pal' since Ivy hadn't been caught since her last escape. They came to the last cell in the hallway. As the door was opened for her and the orderly removed her restraints Sarah realized how much she ached. She hadn't realized it before but she was bruised all over. At least nothing seemed fractured or broken. As it was rather late into the evening, once the orderly left Sarah laid down in her uncomfortable cot behind glass doors and tried to get to sleep, ignoring the other inmates. It seemed to be only a few seconds but someone was shaking her shoulder. It turned out to be Harley, ranting about how Arkham was and asking the odd question. What was her name, what did she do, would she be her friend, ect...

"I can be like your guide! Me and puddin' can even help you-" the high pitched ramblings of Harley were suddenly cut off as she was thrown across the room. Hitting the wall Harley lifted a hand up to her blonde hair.

Sarah's sight was then filled with the pale visage of the Joker. She flinched back involuntarily making the clowns smile widen.

"Come on out and meet your new neighbors dollface! I'm sure they're just dying to meet you."

Pulled out into the halls Sarah was surprised to see all the rogues in the hall talking, arguing, or gazing towards her cell to see the newest addition to the group.

"So, what brings you here to Arkham?" Joker asked.

"What do you think brings her to our little section of Arkham Joker?" Hissed Johnathan Crane, AKA the Scarecrow. This led to an argument between the two which eventually led to Harley getting involved, defending her "puddin". Carefully trying to sneak back to her room Sarah bumped into another individual.

"So fragile, as soon as you speak my name I am broken. What am I?" Turning to face the man Sarah came face to face with the Riddler. Trying to communicate that she couldn't speak Sarah mixed a zipper across her mouth.

"Hmmm. That will be annoying. Wait here." Stepping away into his own cell she moved into the small corner. Hoping to avoid further conversation. The Riddler came back with a small notepad and a green crayon.

"There. Now, the riddle?"

Pausing to think Sarah bit the edge of her lips then wrote down what she thought.

"Silence.  Correct! You probably heard that before.  So, what did you do for the bat to lock you up in here with us?" The Riddler asked, raising an eyebrow.
I'm told I destroyed half of Gotham and Batman had to stop me, hence the bruises. She wrote.

"You're told? You don't remember? " the Riddler questioned, once again raising his eyebrows.
I have an alternate personality and she is destructive.  She can also speak, unlike me. I call her Onyx. She wasn't destructive before but she kept getting more and more violent. I usually remember in a couple days. It really freaked me out at first.

"Well, as it is two in the morning,  I am going back to sleep. I recommend you do as well."

Sarah nodded, giving back the notepad and crayon. The Riddler handed them back, stating how it would be annoying going to retrieve them every time they spoke.

As Sarah went to sleep a small voice in the back of her head spoke, 'Well, this will be interesting.'