[hr][hr][h1][color=#a64dff][center]Folly Quinzel[/center][/color][/h1][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/4741dc04aad74447f2ad0962ea9d06cc/tumblr_naonl3dSht1qc58cto4_r1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Arkham Asylum 
Day of the Week: Wednesday[/center][hr][hr][color=a64dff]"That would make you happy, wouldn't it?"[/color] Folly spat, a dangerous spark in her eyes. Not very many would recognize it for what it was, aside from Bruce or Alfred. The girl had started suffering from mild delusions, nothing very dramatic in scale, but enough. Whenever the look came over her, it was a warning, an omen of the lapse in sanity to come. 

[i]Kill him! Cut the stupid clown's throat, what did he ever do to you besides try to kill you, after all? Your mother doesn't care, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all...[/i] She whimpered a bit, curling her hands into a fist, attempting to shove out the soft voice in her head. It had never been so loud before, and had she been anywhere else, she would have ran off in tears, madly scratching her arms in an attempt to regain sanity. 

[color=limegreen]"At least I don't make defective children,"[/color] Ivy sniffed, having noticed the slight mania dancing in Folly's eyes. She was always perceptive, Poison Ivy, part of what made her who she was. She smiled a bit, her lip curling, as she moved to stand and left the room, straightjacket on and all. She didn't want to put up with the Joker for another moment, and she flashed a grin towards her daughter. 

[color=limegreen]"I hate what you've done with your hair, Marygold,"[/color] Ivy said, just as the guards took her away, and returned her to her cell. Folly sulked a bit, sinking in her chair, hoping that neither Harley or the Joker would be staring at her. If there was anything she wanted, it was to avoid turning out like them. It would be a fate worse than death to end up in Arkham herself. 

That was, of course, until the sound of an explosion rocked Arkham Asylum. The doors, all electronically operated, slid open easily. A few criminals began attacking the guards, fighting in a mad frenzy in order to escape. And the psychiatrist in the room with Folly, Marygold, Harley, and the Joker... 

He ran.