Oh God Oh God We're All Gonna Die?

"Is anyone out there?" I've been trying to call for help on my cell phone for days but its not working. Nobody listens to me anymore, they all think I'm insane. Maybe I am. Maybe that's why this kit kat bar isn't working as a phone. Arkham Asylum isn't really a friendly warm place. The pride of Gotham it isn't, in face its a dirty old relic where they throw the crazy people.

People like me.

Its not like I've always been crazy, actually I used to be pretty darn not crazy. Then there was this voodoo ritual gone wrong and I ended up being possessed. Now I've been possessed before, no big, but this time just breaking my circle didn't do jack for getting rid of the demon in my head. It comes and goes, playing games with me just for the sake of messing up my life.

Sure, sure I know what your thinking. Crazy girl was doing voodoo, your life was already messed up. I used to be a demon killer, sort of a family tradition. Filling the shoes of my great grandfather Samuel Colt is no small task. Keeping up a secret life while trying to do it is even harder.

Anyway, back to my demon problem. So this demon, Angelus, came out of nowhere to get into my head. Thought I was going to get clear of this until he took over and outed Bruce to the press as Batman. Bruce being Bruce he overreacted and had me thrown in Arkham. The media had loved it. Colt Guns down Wayne! You'd think reporters could come up with something more original then a lame gun analogy for the headline, but we're not exactly talking about geniuses here.

Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, four padded walls and a toilet without a seat. Has anyone ever tried to pee while in a straitjacket? Try it sometimes and see if you don't have some rage issues. Of course cooling my heels in the looney bin isn't going to help get rid of the nutjob in my brain. The worst part of the deal is they've had me on extra meds with tighter security the last few weeks. Some slayer busted out of the joint and they don't want to take any chances on me. Flight risk. They think I can fly, maybe I can.

Batman can fly.

I'm not batman. I used to dance. Then I learned how to send demons back to hell. Now I'm crazy. Except I'm not crazy. Unless I'm going crazy because they put me in a padded cell because the demon in my head.

"Damn you! Why are you doing this?"

"Because its fun Anna. Your fun, locked up, leaving all of my friends alone."

"You don't have friends!"

"Ok, I don't have friends. But neither do you."

"I did."

"And remember how I tried to bite Brucy? Then I told everyone his big secret."

Wait, he'd tried to bite Bruce? Now I remembered, waking up in bed next to him. The echo of his heartbeat ringing my ears. The blood, I'd needed it. To drink.

"I'm not crazy!"

"Wanna bet?"