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Gossamer gave him a puzzled little look once again. "Not anything recent. Or... past few months I suppose. Someone tossed the puzzle box in the garbage and I'm having a hell of a time finding all the pieces." she said. Then she tossed her head back to move some of the dark hair from her face.

"And... just what all would you know about me?" she asked.

"Rosie?" Gossamer asked. Looking... more puzzled than she had before. "Who... who's Rosie?" She felt as though she should know. She felt as though she should REALLY know who Rosie was. But... she just could put the name to a face or memory.

Gossamer stared at him for a long moment... her expression tight with thought. Her little girl? That... that would have been Julie. Their mother had died giving birth to her.. and she had taken it upon herself to raise her. But... she didn't create her with magic. And she certainly wouldn't be safe. She... she was killed years ago. And Janet had vowed to never have another child under her care because of what had happened to Julie.

"I... I don't remember. And I can't possibly have MADE myself a little girl. I wouldn't have done that to myself." she said. Honestly she wouldn't have done that to the CHILD. Not to another one. And yet... that sounded so familair.

A moment later, some bit of recognition flashed in her eyes. It was brief, but it was enough for any of them to notice. And.... just as quickly, her expression became... confused. Very confused.

"I... I made a little girl...?" she asked again.

She could see... remember rather... standing outside some old warehouse. Next to a dumpster... hiding behind it rather. She was in a hurry, and had one of her circles glowing on the ground. Then a chunk of the memory was gone again. And then there was... a little girl standing in front of her. Couldn't have been any older than Julie was. Bright red hair and red eyes. Not surprising... the spell had been red energy... such creations usually took some of the light pigments when they were formed. But the hair... the face... the smile... the dress... even the way she walked up and hugged her leg.... just like Julie.

That... that was a piece of a memory she didn't have before. And now that she had that... little flashes of the girl seemed to be poping up. Sitting down at a... a very large table to eat. She couldn't see who else was at the table, the memory only focused on the girl. Rosie. Then waking up with the little girl next to her in bed. She... she didn't recognize the bedroom. Chemicals all over the place. Couldn't have been one of her rooms. Then... then it was all gone again.

But... there was one thing. One very gripping thing that she could recal. Some deep feeling of worry. Panic. Something was definately wrong. She... she remembered the doctors saying something about her having panic attacks. She didn't remember them. Hell she didn't remember the doctors telling her why she was even arrested. They had to have though. She... she just didn't remember. But the feeling she just had. That... immidiate sence of danger... she had only had that feeling when she died the first time.

Woke up and realized that Julie was all alone at the house... and that the men who killed her would have no problem with killing off a child once they got there.

If... if that was the sort of feeling she was having, then...

"She's safe?" she asked. "I... I don't... I don't remember why. But..." she said, then sighed. "God, why don't I remember..." then she looked up at Joker, noticed the way he was leaning against the glass, then moved closer to the glass herself. "Where is she? Who is she supposed to be safe from?" she asked. The way he had reacted to her when he seen her... she didn't think he'd be one to be friends with her.

Misty smiled slightly. "When I called and they said that he didn't work there anymore, I was afraid I wasn't going to get to contact him again. I figured once I got settled in somewhere, I'd be able to try and track him down. Send him a letter expalining what happened and everything." she said. Then her smile widened and she moved the top envelope, revealing a larger envelope. The addresses, like the other envelope, were blank. This one, however, had stickers ALL over it. She flipped it over, revealing more stickers, and crayon scribbles. A fair guess who this letter was from. It also appeared to be over stuffed.

"The twins wanted to send CJ their own letter. Pictures rather. ... Scribbles." she said, then grinned and looked up at dundee. The large gray round blob is delores, the other blobs with stick arms and legs are people. Amanda is getting a little better at making them look like stick figures." she said, then looked back down at the letter. "I think there are some actual pictures in here too... they wanted me to send him some when we stopped at "pretty places." When I told him I was coming down to visit CJ today, they insisted I give Daddy his letter."

Gossamer frowned and stared back at Joker. "..... alright." she replied quietly. Calmly. Almost normal now compared to when she had been thrashing and cursing about only a short time ago. "...Thank you. Is there... anything else you wanted to talk about?" she asked.

"Several things, but again, I'm just about out of time," the Joker said, regret in his voice, "With a little luck, though, we'll get other chances."

The clown backed up, and said, "I'll be seeing you around, Gossy baby." As the guards began leading him back towards his cell, he looked back at her and mouthed 'Call me' at Gossamer, making a phone with his hand, despite the fact that he couldn't bring it next to his head because of the chains.

Rogue narrowed her gaze at vice -- particularly as she noted that the grey clad inmate was checking her out like a piece of a**. Rogue's muffled voice tried to say, "Are ya gonna get meh out of dis contraption, or what?"

What came out was, "Rwr va mrnna mrnt mwr ot ov zsss rwrnkraktmn, ot rwrak?"