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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
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   I gasped, stepping back onto the cot, the coiled springs creaking under the sudden shift of weight. My back against the wall I stared down my pursuer. He stood there his face half cast in shadows causing the already unsettling grin to send chills down my spine.

   I felt like a deer, so petrified by what was in front of me that I had a hard time comprehending anything else, let alone a chance of escape. The rustle of clothing let me know that once again he was moving. I could see the gleam in his green eyes, he knew he had me trapped. Like a great predator cornering it's prey. Still, the muscles in my legs tightened, bending slightly, ready to move at the first sign of threat. Of course, the reflex didn't go unnoticed. His lip twitching slightly at the flicker of movement causing the deep crevices to crease. Like all great predators he seemed greatly amused by the idea that I thought I would escape. The cocky grin told me all I needed to know. Ah, the thrill of the hunt.

   I was ready now, as ready as I'd ever be any way. He crouched forward, his stringy hair falling in his eyes, his body ready to pounce. I could feel my legs screaming to move, but instinct reminded them that a moment too soon and we'd be done for.

   The moment came quick. His body sprang forward, his height reaching with ease across the small size of the cot I hid across of. My thin legs jumped, pushing me out of his bodies traction. I felt my body take flight flying through the air towards the door where my attacker had entered. My heart gave a jump as I neared my objective...only a moment too soon. I could feel a strong arm wrapping around my waist almost in slow motion. I could feel the calloused fingers scraping my skin through the asylums uniform white cotton shirt. Fingers seared into my flesh, the strong arm pulling me back and throwing me back first into the cot. In just a blink of an eye he was on top of me, his well muscled legs straddling my waist. His hands slithered down my arms, firmly grabbing my wrists and bringing them above my head.

   My mind screamed to fight back, to toss, to turn, to do anything to knock him off. No matter how much my head burned with the noise of my thoughts and wishes, no muscle would move. Even my voice seemed to have left. I could see his face coming closer to mine, and my head went quiet. I caught a glimpse of a pink tongue before I felt the wet trail on the side of my face. He was messing with me. He leaned up slightly his menacing eyes peering down at mine, his putrid breath hitting my face.

   Tonight you're mine.

   I jolted awake. Doesn't seem to matter where I hide the Joker always finds me, and now he is even invading my dreams. A clammy hand wiped the sweat from my forehead. It had been a rough past 12 hours.

   After I had left the showers Nigma had headed me off from what I'm sure would have been another disaster. We didn't make it far though before two of the guards caught up with us. Wandering is strictly prohibited. Any attempts to escape will be met with harsh punishment. I had forgotten how difficult it was to get away during the day. Still it amazed me that in two seconds guards were on Nigma and me, yet the Joker can some how get out of his cell and into mine without anyone noticing, or, hell, the entire block could practically be out and no one notice. The night guards must be far more lenient…or far more dense.

   I recoiled slightly at the insult. Let me rephrase. The night guards must be lenient or dense, with the exception of Owen. I couldn't insult the guy who would possibly agree to helping me unwittingly escape eternal service to the Joker, even if he wasn't fully aware of it…or had fully agreed yet.

  Still, no amount of mental questions or insults stopped the guards from making an example of us and throwing us into solitary. Normally, I would have been appalled at the thought that I had been in solitary twice now, but I couldn't ignore the simple fact that at least there no one could get to me. Of course, it also meant that I was now a day set back on my search for my identity and that Edward couldn't fill me in on what was going on.

   The idea that after everything, Crane would just join Joker like that made my blood boil. He teased me, he tricked me, he pursued me, protected me, and then even kissed me…just to walk right up to the guy he'd been fighting and say what?! Sup, Jokester? I know I've been getting in your way recently, but I've seen the error of my ways. Can I join your hip crew?

   Gah! Just thinking about it made me want to punch someone in the face! Plus the thought that I was now thinking violent thoughts like that made me just that much angrier. This was turning out to be quite the slippery slope. Oh, just wait till I get ahold of that blasted Scarecrow! I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! Assuming of course Crocs no where near by.

   I threw my head into my hands, cradling my face.

   CROC. Waylon Jones…I had almost forgotten about him! I had only seen him briefly earlier when I caught the glimpse of the new BFF group. Of course he would have been there though. He was after all Crane's number one method of doing his dirty work. Shame, I had really gotten to like Croc. Still, best to keep my distance and watch my back.

   I threw the thin pink sheets off, and climbed to my feet. Pink was definitely not the Arkham Asylum approved color, but after the Joker's trashing of my room, and what Dr. Rhyne called "necessary cut backs" all they could do to fix them was the wash. The result…pink sheets. You'd think with all the white the institution imposes on us, they could afford a little bleach, but those are dangerous chemicals to have around crazy people.

   The walls still held remnants of the Ha's that had previously been marked in deep red. The custodians tried to get them out, and then I tried…but I never could get rid of them completely. What did it matter. If I didn't get my answers before midnight tonight, the rest of my life would be full of "Ha's" primarily from him. Thats assuming, of course, that he even gives me till midnight.

   I looked out the glass wall leading to the hall, trying to get some idea of what time it was. I knew now there was no way I could get back to sleep. The halls remained dark though, and the light sound of snoring echoed down the halls. Guess I was the only one up. Well, the only inmate up anyway. The light pad of footsteps down the hall let me know the guards were still up and about. That's a relief I guess.

   I walked across to the small mirror, which sat secured about the tiny sink. I could see the skin under my eyes darkened with fatigue. How did I think I could make it through the next hours on what I assumed was just a few hours of sleep.

   "Hey you."

   The voice at the door was barely a whisper. I glanced in the mirror to see Owen standing the doorway. I turned to reply, but as I did he brought his finger to his lip, signaling for me to remain silent. He paused a moment glancing down at the other end of the hall. After a moment he turned back placing his key in the lock and trying as hard as possible to walk quietly through the door. He looked at me a moment before walking over to my cot and taking a sit. I quickly followed suit. I twiddled my thumbs trying to wait patiently as he sat there, the bridge of his nose trapped between his fingers, remaining completely silent.

   "Alright," Owen peered me down in the low light. "I have what you want."

   "You found it? You found my file? You know my name?" I tried my best to contain my excitement, as he nodded slowly. Slowly he turned his head to look at me. It was only then I noticed it. The light bruising high on his cheek, barely visible through the unshaven stubble. I felt his hand on mine, and felt the shift of the mattress as he moved in closer. His body seemed so massive compared to mine.

   "Owen?" My voice was barely a whisper as I peered up at Owen, his eyes burning into mine. The intensity so strong I felt it hard to fight the urge to simply look away. I felt his breath on my face as he leaned in, pushing me back on my elbows as his face came in towards mine.

   "Owen?" I could feel my mouth move, but at this point I wasn't even sure sound was coming out. All I knew was that Owen was so close I could feel the gentle movement of his eyelashes against my cheeks. If I had wanted, all I'd have to do to kiss the tip of his nose was purse my lips. He was so close! His arms slid forward, coming to rest on either side of my torso.

   "I'll tell you what you want to know," I blinked up at him, "but I want something first."

   I could practically feel his lips on my lips, so in lieu of speaking and risking the inevitable kiss, I opted to nod my confirmation.

   "Crow, look at me." My eyes flicked back up to his as he sat up now leaving a good space between us. "What's going on between you and the Joker?"

Author's Notes:

Ah, Owen. Sweet gullible Owen. He's my Killer Croc. Gotta do all my dirty work. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know it was lacking in Batvillians, but they're coming. Hopefully, it won't take me as long to post the next. I really have no excuse! If I'm taking too long for you guys feel free to message me and hound me to get it done! I know someone mentioned in the comments that the guards were unusually lax, and I'm glad they mentioned something because right before I posted the last chapter I had the SAME thought. Poor Crow though. I feel she is getting a little "sue-ish". I'm going to have to chop her arm off or something to remedy it. Comment and let me know what you think. Again, thank you for reading! (Oh, and I saw the teaser for the Dark Knight Rises. Anyone else super jazzed up about it?)

Thanks for all the encouraging comments!
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