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Time to be Serious	By : fearmyautobot Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 6909 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The moment he left she dashed to the sink in the small bath room, turning on the water she grabbed her one bar of soap, and pressed the key inside. Turning it over in her hands she placed the damaged soap bar under the running water pressing and rubbing until the hole she hand made was covered over and smooth. It took everything she had not to run immediately to the door retch it open and make a run for it. Arien knew she had to be patient. She kept the key hidden at all times, resisting the temptation to go to it and cradle it in her hand to convince herself it was real.

The Joker was no fool. She recognized the angered look on his face when he tore back into her room only minutes after he had left. He realized the key was missing, and he suspected her. She simply watched him, as he toyed with her yelling at her and pushing her to the floor. They were all sad attempts to search for the key without telling her it was lost. At times she had to pinch herself to keep in mind that laughter would give it away. She suspected he thought that she didn't know it was missing, if she had she would have already tried to escape and if she knew it was missing she would search for it. After what she assumed was a few days he stopped his violent tantrums, he stopped throwing her to the floor, he stopped looking. Arien reasoned that if he thought he had lost the key else where it didn't matter, in the end he had planned to kill her anyway. What was a little dismembering in the long run? She had thought of waiting, until he least expected it, until the most opportune moment to escape, when she knew she could make it out alive. She had time, at least thats what she told herself until that morning.

Her body shook as her previous nights meals came spewing out of her mouth. Her fingers grasped tightly around the toilet seat as she coughed and sputtered. After a moment Arien climbed to her feet, leaning her head into the sink, taking short sips of the cold water. Her feet led her back to the bed, stepping over the loosened chains onto the creaky mattress. This wasn't the first time she'd thrown up, in fact for the past few days, her morning and on occasion her nights were spent on the cold bath room floor emptying her stomach.

"Getting, ah sick?" She didn't turn to see him, she knew he was there. She'd gotten accustomed to his sneaky habits, although once in a while he caught her by surprise.

"Probably." Her voice cracked, she hadn't used it much lately, for anything more than screaming that is. He liked it when she screamed. He liked it even more when she bled, and she'd done a lot of that lately. She looked down at her legs, not bothering to pick at the oozing sores and cuts that she'd accumulated. She'd learned that the worse they looked and the less she cleaned them up, the less likely he was to make mores. Guess it was one of those visual turn ons. She heard the rustling of fabric, not turning to look. She had this part memorized. First, he took off his jacket laying it across this back of his chair. Then he would loosen his tie laying it across one of the arms, all the while sliding his feet from his shoes, and using his toes to scoot them part of the way under the chair. Next he would unbutton his shirt, shrugging it from his shoulders and folding it neatly he would place it in the seat of a chair. He sure was neat for someone who liked to make such a big mess. He'd remove his belt, for recreational purposes more so than comfort, then he'd come to the bed. No need to remove his pants or undershirt, this was just a quick stop on his way.

"Over." That was all the instruction she needed. She quickly rolled onto her back pulling her top up to reveal her bare lower half. She laid still while he climbed over her, kicking her legs to the side as he reached down to undo his zipper. It only took a moment for him to free himself and enter her, not taking time to make sure she was prepared to dally in his version of "foreplay". Arien focused on the ceiling counting the number of specks she could see on the ceiling. She didn't have to count long before the Joker was finished and zipping himself back up. He walked quickly to the chair, slipping his shoes back on and one by one placing each of his resting garments back on, and then turned and left with out saying a thing. She could feel the bile rising back up in her throat, and she threw herself from the bed and back to the bathroom. After her stomach was sated she grabbed bits of her shredded clothes and began wiping at the creamy liquid that had began drizzling down her legs.

It felt like the earth had split apart. Dawning realization could do that some times.

She sat back on her heels staring down at the cloth. He never used a condom. She had been vomiting on a regular occasion. The pieces slowly started falling into place as her eyes traveled over to the blood stained floor were the stockholm syndrome crazed Connie had been killed. Connie had been pregnant, and now she was. This meant only one thing. She had to get out. If she knew it it was only a matter of time before the Joker knew it, and she was sure he already had his suspicions. Judging from the violent display he had carried out on his former victim, she was guessing he had no interest in becoming father of the year, and he didn't intend to see the child come to full term. Slowly she rose to her feet, turning and grabbing her soap.

It was now or never.

Arien dug her fingers into the soap pulling the keys loose. Running back to the mattress, she grabbed her scrubs and slipped them on over her legs, and finished by pulling her shirt back down. Crawling across her bed, she dug her fingers into the crevice in the wall pulling free her bag of chips and food bars. Retching open the top she began cramming the chips into her mouth, chewing and swallowing as quickly as possible. She grabbed the bottle of coke that she had been rationing and chugged the rest. If she was going to make it out of here she needed all of her strength and to be completely alert. Grabbing the rest of her food she crammed it back into her hiding place. If worse came to worse and she was recaptured and allowed to live, at least she knew she'd have food.

Slowly she inserted the keys into the shackles around her chain and feet, feeling the adrenaline build as the key turned and the cuffs popped open. Turning she placed the key into the crevice where she had stored her rations. She ran back to the bathroom looking around for anything that could be used as a weapon. Rushing to the sink she grabbed her plastic toothbrush, and holding onto the bristled end, began pulling the plastic handle against the mouth of the faucet. It wasn't instant gratification, but she didn't have long to work on it. She held the tooth brush up in front of her eyes, the end had been cut into a dull edge. It wasn't as sharp as a knife, but with supplied force she was sure she could at least make someone bleed.

It was the moment of truth. She'd seen the Joker walk through this door what felt like a hundred times, and never once had she seen him stop to lock it. Her fingers wrapped tentatively around the door knob, turning it slowly and pinching her eyes shut in silent prayer. Her prayers were answered in the sound of a small click as the door popped loose of its frame. Taking a deep breath she pulled the door open, cautiously sticking her head into what she was thankful was an empty hallway. Slowly, she walked out into the open gripping her toothbrush at her side as she headed towards a faint yellow light. Crouching down, she peering around the corner, surprised to see a long set of stairs. The stairs were covered by wall on either side, but should someone come up them, she was screwed. Hesitantly, she tested the first step, holding her breath as she applied her weight. Slowly, she began to descend the stairs, frightened that the smallest squeak would give her away. She almost couldn't believe she was almost there, her feet hit the last step and she slid to the side, once again crouching down to peer around the corner. Another hall. Glancing down one way she crawled out of her hiding place, slowly edging towards the end of the hall.

"Damn it!" Arien froze in her place, staring wide-eyed at the end of the hall, which she could see opened up into a large room. She could see the faint yellow glow of artificial light, and the echo of voices. Taking another deep breath she continued her crawling to the end of the hall. Sitting against the wall, she glanced at her surroundings. She could hear the men talking behind her, but couldn't see them from where she sat. Slowly she edged down against the floor, laying on the floor against the wall. Summoning up her courage she slid forward and peeked around the corner.

There were four men, two rather build ebony colored men, one particularly scrawny man, and one man who looked like he could pop at any moment. All of them sat around a fold out table, cards in hand and guns at their side. Now came the tough part. The room was by no means tiny, but at the other end of the long damp grey room she saw it. The exit! Comically enough, illuminated by a bright red "exit" sign above the door. Had she seen this in a movie, she probably would have died laughing, but given that this was her life and not the big screen, she figured she'd save that for later. She slowly pulled herself back and rose to her feet standing beside the wall. She could try to go down the other end of the hall, but see if she could find another way out, but the risk that she'd run into someone else, or worse the Joker was too great. In that instance she decided.

She was going to make a run for it.

Author's Notes:

Sorry it took so long to update. Only, a few more chapters (1 or 2) and they story will be finished! Finally! This was going to be 2 chapters, but given their short length, I opted to make them one. Thank you to all those who reviewed with such kind words, and to those of you who reviewed with not so kind words. It was appreciated either way. For those of you who are wondering (although I'm sure there aren't many of you if any at all) I estimate Arien to be around 6-7weeks.

Anyway, this is getting long. I just updated Arkham Days for those of you who read both my stories, and for you select few who also enjoy POTC fanfics, I am working on one. It's a GIBBS/OC (strange I know) and I've posted my first two chapters�its slow developing, but it's going to get a lot betters.

Thank you all!

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