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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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After Owen left I didn't get much sleep. Not that I had much time. A little after he left I saw him pass by again to correct the camera angles, but he never said a word to me. He wouldn't even look, and I was too angry to call out to him.

I laid and stared at the ceiling, my finger twisting rhythmically through dark strands of hair. Screw the Joker, and screw Owen! Screw all of them! That's it. Who cares about whether or not I remember who I am. I haven't been a danger to anyone, right? I should be allowed to leave. I certainly shouldn't be here, with these crazy homicidal lunatics, and their stalker guards! When I see Rhyne today I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! Then we will see who gets the last laugh. By the end of the day I'll be free and on my own with no help from Owen and no Joker, Scarecrow, or killer mutated men at my back. That is, if I can make it till the end of the day.

Augh! I was so close! Owen said he knew my name! I could have gotten out of all of this so easily, if he hadn't gone off the deep end. How was I supposed to know the Joker would send people to rough him up? I mean, I'm not completely innocent…I did know that he had bought off a couple of the guards, but I didn't know his reach was that far!

I caught sight of a flash outside my door, and heard the low buzzing of the lights cueing up. I kicked off the sheets and walked, again, to my small mirror. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair. Best I could do with it until I had had my shower. I picked up my small tooth brush and thrust it under the faucet, but clean teeth weren't gonna make my day suck any less. Still, at least I'll have better dental hygiene than that stupid clown.

"Morning, Crow." I turned to see Cash opening up my cell.

"Morning." I tried to smile, but there was no effort behind the greeting to sound cheerful.

"Rough night? Didn't sleep well?" Cash actually sounded concerned.

"Something like that." I put down my brush and started gathering some fresh clothes.

"Don't bother with that." I looked up to see him motioning at my things.

"I won't have time to take you this morning. Zsasz is being brought back in, and we don't to give him any opportunities. Once he's showered and back locked in his cell I'll send Leroy or Owen to get you."

"Owen? I thought he was night shift." Oh God, please send Leroy. Not that Owen would volunteer. I walked out past Cash, and he turned to follow me. No point in leading, I knew where they wanted me to go. Into the den for another fun filled morning of recreation with the other inmates.

"He is usually. Think he got sick last night and went home early. Said he'd make up his hours today." I gave him a funny look, but he didn't seem to notice or else didn't think it was worth noting.

I could hear the noise from the room before we reached it. For first thing in the morning it was unusually loud. I walked in, Cash leaving me to go in and do what ever, and found a chair on the far side of the room that was fairly deserted. I climbed into it, my knees brought up to my chest and began looking around. The inmates were scattered around, some were bunch together and talking, others like me were seated off by themselves. I take it they weren't morning people.

"Labor day is coming up." I quirked an eyebrow as a strange bald man sat in a chair near mine. He sat and looked at me, like I was supposed to be excited about it.

"Labor day?" I repeated slowly.

"Yes Labor day. The first Monday in September. A meant to acknowledge the achievements of the American workers and the labor movement, and also is the unofficial mark to the end of the summer. Labor day."

"Uh-huh." He looked back at me now, his head cocked to the side looking me over.

"This year labor day is on the 5th. The 5th of September, which is also the same day that Sam Houston was elected as the President of the Republic of Texas."

"That's great." I was hoping I wasn't giving him the "you're crazy" look. If I was he was oblivious.

"Isn't it though?" He smiled slightly. He was on odd looking guy. He was older, though how old I couldn't exactly say, completely bald, but aside from that he was amazingly plain. He certainly didn't look like he belonged in a nut house. Of course, looks weren't everything here. "I'm Julian. Julian Day."

"I'm Cr-"

"Crow. Yes I know." You know I'd really like to be able to finish a sentence once in a while. He looked off into the distance a moment before turning back to me.

"Looks like Victor will be back with us." I looked up and around to see who he was talking about, but couldn't clearly identify anyone coming this way.

"Who?" Now it was his turn to give the "you're crazy" look.

"Victor Zsasz. He's been locked up here for years. Though he always manages to find a way out…" He looked off in the distance a moment, like he was trying to locate how he would escape next. "Still he's back now."

Mr. Day didn't say much else just sat there looking off into the mess of people. It was almost pleasant the quiet we shared, of course nothing around here lasts forever. A moment later I saw the Joker and his newest lackeys waltz into the room taking over the first little area they saw. The nearby inmates scattered to give them room, especially with Croc swinging his massive scaled tail around. It didn't take long for them to notice me, but none of them made the effort to get up and come over. Instead, they chose to sit there and leer. Special. Crane even winked.

I rolled my eyes turning to look the other way. I was so not in the mood. My eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and crying, my hair was still a mess, and I hadn't had my morning shower yet, or for that matter breakfast! I was just about to "man up" and shoot some obscene gesture when I saw Nigma sitting in their crowd.

Edward. Fucking. Nigma. That bastard! What the hell was going on around here?! I mean it was one thing for the Scarecrow and Croc, but Riddler too?! In the list of the few inmates who would actually speak to me, and I mean really speak to me, he was the only one that hadn't either joined up with Joker or been intimidated into not speaking to me. Now however, if I want conversation I'm forced to what?! Talk about "today in history" with Julian, or be subjected to an hour long lecture about how I was no worthy to be in the presence of an Olympian God?! Thanks, but no thanks Zeus.

I am so out of here. I could feel my blood boiling. You know what?! I've had enough. I could see Julian flinch out of the corner of my eye, as I abruptly stood up, slamming my feet to the floor. Not my anger not clouded my judgement completely I would have noticed that the room was silent and that every eye was on me. Clinching my fists I stomped my wave over to where they all sat, ignoring the subtle 'stop' signs Mad Hatter was waving at me out of Jokers sight. Stop? I don't think so. I marched my way straight up to Joker, my arms crossing in front of my chest glaring down at the man seated in front of me.

He didn't look the least bit phased at my attempts at intimidation. His cocky grin still remained plastered to his face, his scars wrinkling to the side, his greasy hair pulled back into a short pony tail.

"Aw, what's the matter little Crow?" He cocked his head sideways, his tongue darting out to wet his lips between the annoying smack of his cracked lips. "You look like you've been crying. Don't tell me. Did your, ah, boyfriend break up with you?"

Before he could even get out his laugh I leaped forward, my hands wrapping around his neck, pushing him and the chair back and taking me with them. Landing on top of him, brought one fist down on his face connecting with his nose, but before I could land my second hit I felt massive rough arms hoist me off of the clown, and into a massive vice. I'm pretty sure who ever came up with the phrase "between a rock and a hard place", came up with it while being held by Killer Croc.

I saw the Joker reach his hand to his nose, as those around him stood shell shocked. None of them sure whether to help or to run. The Joker however, began laughing. He rolled from the fallen chair his fingers wiping at his bleeding nose and continued laughing as he stared me down.

"Ah-Ohhhhhhh, feisty huh?" He began cackling again. "Want to brawl, huh?"

"You wait till he let's me down! I'm going to kick your ass, and then I'm going to kick his ass," I gestured with my head over to where Crane stood, and as I did his smug grin returned and he began laughing with the Joker.

"And then I'm going to kick his ass…" I kicked my foot out in Nigma's direction, who didn't even have the decency to look abashed for betraying me. "And then---then I'm going to kick your ass!" I tried to tilt my head up to stare down Jones as I struggled in his steel grip, but to no avail, so instead I began kicking my feet back at him wildly, hoping to hit something sensitive. I think I did more damage to my feet.

"At-ta-ta….well, come on then!" The Joker stumbled around kicking the chairs out of the way. "Let. Her. Go."

At his creepy articulated sentence Croc loosened his grip and I slid to the floor. I quickly turned around to face him, my foot flying out to meet his shin. I did my best not to wince as pain shot through my toes thinking maybe if I hurt that much he had to hurt at least a little. All I got from his was chuckling.

I turned back to see the Joker was waiting for me, slightly slouched over, his head tilted to the side. He waved me to him, waiting to see if I'd come and as I began to approach him his grin widened.

"Don't-ah think I'll hold back because you're a girl." My response was me running full speed towards him. I balled my fist swinging them wildly. I guess there is a reason in boxing you watch your opponent and calculate whether to hit or to protect, because the next thing I knew I felt the full force of Joker's fist against the side of my face, sending me back onto the floor.

I blinked a few times, trying to fully grasp the pain of the hit as I brought my fingers up. I looked up to see the Joker closing the space between us, and I turned and pushed my self off the floor, barely in time to slid out of the way of his next hit.

"Aw, come on. You had more fight in you the first time we met." He threw another punch that connected with the side of my head, once again sending me crumbling to the floor. "Where'd that spunk go?! You're not any fun!"

He walked in closer, and I could tell by his gait that he was getting ready to kick me, so mustering up as much strength as I could and ignoring the pounding in my head, I kicked off with my legs, my arms shooting around his mid section and sending him stumbling back.

My original intention had been to tackle him off his feet, and get the upper hand, but I was at least 60lbs short of him, and he quickly regained his balance with in just a few steps. I started hitting at his sides with my fists.

"Now that's more, ah, like it!" I felt his elbow impact the top of my spin, and collapsed. Kneeling over in pain on the floor I threw my hands over head, as I felt his feet kicking down on top of me. I heard the rush of feet from behind me, and I waited to find out if it was the pull of inmates to see a fight, or if the guards finally caught what was happening. It only took a moment to figure out which.

"Come on, boys. We were only playing around." The Joker's laugh echoed around the room, but the footsteps kept coming. I looked up to see the Joker staring down who ever was behind me. I took the moment of distraction to jump up and run forward, my hands grabbing on to his shoulders as I pushed my knee into his groin. The collective 'oohs' from the males around me and the expression on Joker's face let me know that had hurt a lot. He bent over his hands reaching out and grabbing the edge of my shirt for balance, and as he leaned over I threw my fists down on top of his head. I felt one hand leave shirt and grasp my hand as it was coming down, and the last thing I saw was the Joker straighten up and his fist collide with my face, before the guards took him down and my world went black.

Author's Notes:

8 pages. It's the chapter that didn't want to end! So like I said before, in order to avoid the 'sue' I had to roughen her up. I enjoyed it though. I hope it is easier to read than it was to write. I just watched Batman: Under the Red Hood (Gah, I love Jason. I was never a huge fan of Dick's but I loved Jason and Tim. Not to sure about Damien though), and I had to let Crow get a few good punches in there for Robin. I'd love to find a way to work him into the story, but I don't think he'd fit in. Maybe I can work up another fic just for him. In the mean time though let me know what you guys think!
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