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Arkham Days	By : fearmyautobot Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 8154 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, or any of the characters from the comics or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Owen!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Rushing from out of the water I stared rushing towards the door only to slip and fall on the puddles of water I was leaving scattered across the dingy brown tiled floors.

"Ow…" I groaned looking down at my knees as the rested throbbing against the cool floor. I could hear the door fly open in front me, and the rushed pad of heavy boots before I felt Owen kneeling on the ground beside me.

"What's wrong? What happened?" His voice was uncharacteristically shaken.

"Nothing I just slipped." I could see the relief on his face as he shoulders relaxed.

"Jesus, girlie. You had me goin' there for a minute." He shook his head, shifting back on his feet, getting ready to rise.

"No, wait!" My hands grasped his firmly holding him on the ground, pulling him in slightly towards me. "That wasn't why I yelled. I need your help. I need a favor."

I saw his mouth grow tight a moment, before his lips parted slightly, and his sucked in air in a sharp uneven breath. I watched as his cheeks slowly picked up a red color, visible easily against his light coppery skin.

"Okay, I guess." He looked almost bashful for a moment, but I couldn't help the sudden excitement of having new help. I threw my arms around his neck pulling myself up to hug him tightly.

"Um," I heard him cough lightly. "Crow?"

"Ya, what is it?" I leaned back slightly, my hands still on either side of his neck, resting lightly against his shoulders.

"Maybe you'll, uh," he made that fake cough again, his eyes darting down, " you know, want to put some clothes on first?"

My mouth dropped open, and I groaned. Good job, Mackey. Way to go out there and completely humiliate yourself just when you were finally making some progress. I pulled my hands to my face sitting back and shaking my head.

"Oh my God. This is sooo embarrassing." I groaned into my hands afraid to look up and see his face.

"For you maybe. I'm quite enjoying the vi--" I didn't even let him finish before decking him in the shoulder. Given his cheeky laughter at my attempt at violence, I had no chance at a boxing career. I jumped to my feet turning and half running over to my small pile of clean clothes and throwing them on, all the while feeling his eyes burning into my back.

"Thanks for adverting your eyes!" I called back over my shoulder as I pulled the hem of my shirt down. "Some gentleman you are!"

"How was I supposed to know you didn't know you were naked?" I heard him climb to his feet. "Most people don't forget things like that."

"Well I was busy thinking of other things." I shot back turning around to see he had closed the distance between us in only a few steps. A cocky grin plastered to his face he edged in closer to me, a rough finger reaching out to brush against my hip.

"How was I supposed to know you didn't call me in here to get a free peek?"

"Owen," I grasped his finger pushing it back to his side. "You'll know when I want you to see me like that. Look for hints like 'Owen I'm naked and want you to see'!"

"I'll keep that in mind." He chuckled. "So what was that favor you were wanting? Does it involve you being naked again?"

"No it does not!" I thought about stomping off, but I couldn't afford to loose this chance of privacy to ask. "Look I need your help. I need you to get into Dr. Rhyne's office."

Had this been a joke, the look on his face would have been priceless.

"You want me to what?!"

"Shh!" I threw my hand over his mouth, looking behind him to make sure no one else was coming in. "I need you to get into Dr. Rhyne's office."

Again with that look.

"I need you to find my file." He pulled my hand from his mouth.

"Why?" His face seemed to be frozen in that state of disbelief.

"I think he may know who I am and is lying about it."

"What in the world what make you think THAT, Crow?!" All humor was now gone from his face.

"Well I've been going to him for a while, right?" I peered around his shoulder once more to insure there was still no listening in. "He's a nice man, but you'd think after all this time I'd have made some progress by now."

"Ya, but-but," He was stumbling with his words, this couldn't be a good sign. "You have amnesia! Those things take a long time, don't they?"

"The doctor said it could take any where from a few hours to years."

"SEE?"

"Yes, that is true, but if he knew who I was why wouldn't he just tell me?"

"Because he doesn't!"

"Yes he does!"

"Crow, if he knew he would tell you! That's his job. Obviously, he doesn't know!"

"But he does! I know he does! I heard him! He was arguing with a guard and he was talking about me. He said my name!" Owen straightened up at that. He thought a moment titling his head slight, his dark brows drawing together in a look of concern.

"You know your name?"

"Not all of it."

"Not all of it?"

"Only my last name." He pursed his lips shifting his weight from foot to foot. His hand came up to cover his mouth, long strong fingers rubbing the stubble across his jaw like sandpaper. "So you think Rhyne knows your name. And it's in his office?" He shot me another puzzled look.

"I think he knows more than that." I nodded, pulling my hands behind them to start nervously fiddling with my fingers.

"Maybe he hasn't told you for a reason."

"Maybe, maybe not, but shouldn't that be my decision?"

He sighed, the hand on his mouth reaching up to brush through his military cut hair.

"So what exactly are you going to do should I find this information you want?"

"Use it. It's my ticket out of here, right?" It wasn't completely a lie. Dr. Rhyne had said once I started getting my memories back we would start seeing about my release. Owen didn't need to know about my full deal with the Joker. Plus, I knew if I told him everything he'd end up doing something reckless which could cost him his job, and my chance of ever finding out.

"True." Again he pursed his lips lightly in thought. "So I get in I get you the information. What do I get in return?"

"What do you want?"

Strange that with one simple question all nervousness and tension could be replaced with pure determination and desire. His eyes bore into mine, completely unrelenting.

"You know what I want." I peered up at him, equally determined.

"I'm not a whore."

"I'm not asking for sex." He looked away for a moment with a slight roll of his eyes. "Although, I won't lie I was kinda hoping for it."

I crossed my arms, my jaw hardening at the thought he had actually considered using that as his price.

"I find you the info you need, right? I tell you what you need to know. You fake sudden memory recovery, because if I do this NO ONE better find out I helped you." I nodded in agreement. "So you are on the fast track out of here."

"Point?"

"When you get out. I want a date." I felt my eyebrows raise lightly at his demand. "I won't force you though. And I'm not talking any of this short dinner, and later stuff either. I want a day. A full day, no one else, no excuses. Should one thing lead to another and, ahem, things get physical then I'm a lucky guy. Should they not? Well then it just wasn't in my cards, no hard feelings."

"O---" I couldn't help looking at him like he was slightly crazy. Of course, who's to say he wasn't given he was asking a girl in a "nut house" out. I didn't get to finish my agreement before getting cut off again.

"I'm not finished." He stepped forward again, his body so close I could feel his heart racing through his Kevlar vest. "After I got you what you want and you're waiting to get the hell outta here I want you to stay away from the others."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his hand was quickly muffling any retorts I had.

"Nutty Nigma is fine and the Hatter is a little skittish, but I got no complaints. The Scarecrow, Croc, and the clown, however, are off limits. You steer clear of them at all costs. I'll have the guards lock you in your cell if I have to."

"Is----" I reached up plying his fingers from my lips. "Isn't that a little extreme? Waylon is not that bad---"

"Waylon?!" He looked slightly taken back. "I'm breaking into my bosses office to ransack his files for you. Doesn't that sound extreme? What is all this Waylon stuff? You guys on first name basis now? He's a mutated lizard man. Not that bad? He's killed countless people. He may seem nice hopped up on meds in here, but outside these walls he's still a killer. The clown? Killed countless people and blew up, gah, I can't even remember how many buildings. And Crane? Don't even get me started on him. He's psychotic! A looney tune! Got all kinds of crazy stuff he's done to people. And he---"

He bit his tongue, his mouth forming a hard line.

"He what?" Despite myself I couldn't help, but want to know more. This was the most I was hearing about the people I had been living with. Part of me didn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss, right? But part of me HAD to know, and apparently that part of me operates my mouth.

"He---I--" Owen took a deep breath, before his eyes met mine again. "I don't like the way he looks at you."

My eyes dropped to the ground.

"Look, I'll do it, but you have to agree firs---"

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Owen spun on his heel only to be greeted by the disarming grin of Pamela Isley. She stood smirk splayed across her red lips, her auburn hair loose ringlets down her back, staring down Owen.

"Nah," Owen retorted. "Don't worry about it."

"Oi, Owen!" A large framed man in a matching uniform shouted from the door. "You mind?" The man gestured with his had towards Isley as he turned and headed back at the door. Owen gave a short huff, before motioning to Isley to raise her hands. The pat down was over quick, but all the while Pamela's eyes remained locked on me, the smirk never leaving her lips.

"In you go." Owen nodded his head towards the faucet. Pamela turned slowly and headed towards the furtherest one on the wall, winking at me as she passed. I looked back at Owen. His face grim with the thought that his proposal could have been over heard. "Come, on."

I followed without question, making no effort to continue our conversation. Out side the shower room I could hear the sounds of chatter radiating down the hall. I continued to follow, Owen's back to me as we walked to the main room. Once there he gestured towards the others, before turning and heading out of the room. It wasn't long standing there before I noticed Nigma dart across the room to join me.

"What was that about?" Edward's eyes darted towards the door Owen had just passed through.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Maybe something." I shrugged. "Until I talk to him again I won't know for sure. What's going on over there?"

Edward followed my gaze towards a huddle of people in the corner. He turned back to me his face instantly grim.

"It seems Croc and Crane are out of solitary."

"Really?" My eyes lit up at the thought. "Maybe I should go see them." My feet started moving, but before I could make it a full step pale thin fingers wrapped around my arm.

"I wouldn't." I turned back to Edward.

"Why?" The answer to my question was simply a raised finger back in the direction. I turned my head, and instantly regretted it. As the crowd parted, I caught the glimpse of Scarecrow and Killer Croc lounging in one of the hard white chairs. As the crowd moved further, my heart dropping, I noticed the pair chatting it up with none other than the Joker. The Joker looked up a brief moment, followed by Jonathan. Both of them catching my gaze, they sneered and waved.

"Oh, shit."

Author's Notes:

Alright, so I needed on a bit of a cliff hanger. I've let this carry on for a while now, but it's time for the villains to be villains! I hope now that I'm back typing away I will get some chapters done fairly quickly. As always thank you for reading! Hit me up if too many sentences aren't making sense, or my grammar is up the wall. Review and let me know what you think!
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