Jack Spicer
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New Batman Fanfiction. This is the intro, so it's very descriptive. I hope you all enjoy it.
The scent of insanity ran through Harely's head as the guards walked her into her cell, again. The same old scent. The same old cell. Nothing has changed. Life was on a the same old course. Then again, as usual, she wanted it no other way. This way it was an enternity with the one she loved, The Joker. Atleast, she tried to so hard to believe he was the only one she loved undoubtedly, but deep down she knew that she loved someone else more. Someone who never threw her out, but always caught her and helped her stand back on her two feet. Always. If anything, Harley also thought that was the best of life's endless repeates. The time she spent rebuilding with her friend rivaled her beatdowns with Joker. It didn't make sense to her, but it didn't need to. However, eventually everything would come to a head. Everyone began to think it.
"Poor kid. I hate seeing her end up back here every time, beaten and bruised more each time. Damn Joker." the disfuigered former attorny, Harvey Dent, now known in Gotham's underworld as Two-Face, told fellow inmates Jonathon "Scarecrow" Crane and Edward "Riddler" Nigma while staring at the returning Harley being escorted to her cell. The entrance to her "home"passed right through the lunch room, where the three villains usually gathered out. Each dawned an orange jumpsuit that they all adusted to match their unquie tastes. Harvey kept his simple, with the collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, but one big gash on the left side of his uniform stood out. His light brown hair was the only complemintable quality on his face, aswell as his blue eyes, but the rest was a horrible mess. The scar on his uniform matched his incredibly scared face that was the result of standing up against crime in Gotham. He would always be reminded of his actions with the red burns, gouging eye, and the bone of his jaw being revealed to everyone. Somehow, it didn't get infected, but that was probably the luck he was given by his God, his half-scarred coin. Riddler also had his collar unbuttoned, but he always kept it cleaned and he always had his sleeves rolled down. He made thumb holes in each end of the sleeves so his thumb could be pushed through it to give it a glove look. Even in Arkham, he had to let his hands be covered in gloves so that they could point and ridicule all in his path. Jonathon's jumpsuit was seemingly untouched. He believed keeping things rather professional. Riddler placed his hand on his chin, letting his fingers click and clack on his lower lip as he began to conjure up a response to Harvey's opinion of the broken record known as Harleen Quinzel, or Harley Quinn as she has been known for quite a long time.
"Oh, Harvey, don't go and develop feelings for the young girl. If she hasn't learned by now that the Joker is nothing more than a raging mindless lunatic, than she deserves to be here. Her mind, the mind of a lost pet always running back to it's abusive owner every solitary time, even baffles me at times. It's attroachis." Riddler shifted his eyes to Jonathon. "As a former doctor here, I would believe a mind of your stature would agree with someone as intelligent as me."
"I agree to a point. She deserves to be here for her stupidity and more importantly, insanity, but no one deserves to be torn apart by that clown. He is so afraid and quite frankly inferior to his fears. That's why every time we see Harley, she's more distraught and beaten every time. With every mark made on her, is a symbol of a fear he cannot confront." Jonathon said with his eyes lighting up with the mere talk of fear. His noticable blue eyes clashed with his ragged brown hair. Everyone could tell that he certainly had an interest in the simple concept of fear, but when it comes to the Joker the interest develops into an obsession. He can't comprehend him. Nobody can. Add on the fact that Jonathon has a past relationship with Harley from their old days in Arkam together as co-workers, he can't help but be drawn to their relationship. He continued to watch a sorrow filled, ragdoll Harley be dragged to her cell. The others joined in, but Riddler didn't give it more than a small glance. He clearly didn't care as much as the former doctor nor the former attorny. He had larger things at hand flowing through his mind. WIth a snap with his fingers, the other two returned their focus back onto to the orange haired narcissist.
"Although the case of the shattered red and black princess is truly sad, we have more important things to discuss at the moment." Edward said to his associates, reminding them to get back to the reason they were meeting up in the first place.
"Of course, that is why we've been meeting here afterall. Sorry for breaking away from the topic at hand, but as you know, any human, especially me, can't help but be concerned with Harley and her situation. Now, let's continue." Jonathon told Edward while taking his glassess off. Harvey shifted his left eye back to get one last glance to see Harley dissapear in the darkness of the asylum. He didn't particualy care about her like Jonathon did, but he did care for her well being, aswell as the well being of someone he really cared about, his former girlfriend and Harley's best friend.
"Nigma." Harvey's rash voice to match his damaged face mumbled to Edward. "It won't be long until we're out of here, will it? There are some things I need to finish once I'm out of this place."
"Don't underestimate me, Harvey. It won't be long. Not long at all" Riddler smiled at the two while his eyes became drowned with seriousness. He knew it wouldn't be long at all. Not long at all.
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The guards usually tossed her into the cell, but seeing how weakned and damaged she was, the actually led her to her bed and tucked her in. Like the inmates, they care about Harley too. Everyone did. She was a former doctor there and made many friends, but her mere presence drove everyone to care about her. It was something special. As the guards closed the door, Harley couldn't help but think why she ended up back there in the first place. After Joker beat her down for not finishing a huge heist due to Batman intefering, she thought performing a smaller, simplier heist would somewhat make the prince happier, but she couldn't even pull that off. She broke down and lost it during the beginning of the robbery. She just sat there with a gun in her hand, crying out for her friend Pamela and screaming for her to heal her scars and take away her pain. A horrifying scene, but a heartbreaking one. Atleast Batman thought so, since he didn't bother brining any equipment down with him to the bank. He simply walked in there, took the gun away, helped Harley to her feet, hugged her, said that she had to go back to Arkham, and held her now handcuffed hands out to the police. The shadow the defeated crime wasn't a typical ruthless monster like most of the police. He was one of the few who genually cared and understood the pain of others, no matter what scenario it was, Harley thought while closing her tear-ful eyes.
"Pammy, I'm sorry." she mumbled before drifting off to sleep. Even though her friend was on a completly different continent and most likely not aware of the recent events that occurred in Harley's life since not even Gotham showed the story on the news, mainly due to Batman's request, Harley knew that eventually she would hear her cries and come to the rescue. She always helped her heal from the pain. Always.
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Outside of Arkham Asylum, in Gotham was the Batcave where Batman and his "family" resided. Even though it was just him, Alfred, Nightwing, Tim, and Oracle (via computer), it was still his family. The others were busy elsewhere. Stephanie was branching out on her own as Spoiler while Cassendra helped Oracle keep order in her part of the city. Not a single member has heard from Jason in a long time, but Bruce knew he was okay. Jason could be reckless, but he had the biggest heart of out everyone. He knew he'd be fine, wherever he was.
"I can't believe she just broke down like that, ya know? I know she's insane, but it's never been this bad." Tim told Dick inside of the Batcave's supposed "living room," where they normally hung out at. Still the light was rather dim for a hangout. It darkned Tim's black shirt, blue jeans, watch, and black wristband feauring a heart that Stephanie gave him. Accross from him was the first Robin, now known as Nightwing, Dick Grayson. Him being 26 made the 17 year old Robin, Tim Drake, look like the teenager like he was. Dick's blue shirt and black pants paralled his dark eyes, aswell as his two wristbands and dog tag necklace. The necklace featured a picture of him and Barbara, Oracle, that he held dear to his heart. Another thing he held close to him was the black wristbands that had the words KF written on them and a symbol of red lightening, in honor of his best friend Wally West, Kid Flash, now known as The Flash. It also reminded him of his Teen Titans days where he matured into the man he was today. Looking down at the ground, Dick shook his head.
"Me either, it's definitly different, but not surprising. Things are finally catching up to her, to everyone. I have a bad feeling about this entire situation. Joker is still out there somewhere, plotting something. With him on the loose, I just don't feel at ease with anything." Dick told Tim, now looking back at him while drinking some coffee from the white cup in his right hand. "But, we can't let these things take over our mind or we'll end up in Arkham." he laughed. Tim laughed back. Even in the darkest days, they still needed to laugh. To remind each other that good times can still exist in the battle.
"It's late, Master Tim, time for bed." Alfred walked in causing the two to look at the old buttler. "I would tell you Master Grayson, but I think you're old enough to sleep whenever you please." he laughed.
"I doubt it. He's just like Bruce, he never sleeps" Tim then turned his head to Dick and grinned. "......unless it's with Barbara." Tim chimed in before putting his drink down on the counter. Dick began to blush a little from embarrassment, but quickly put his drink down and crossed his arms.
"Atleast my girlfriend didn't leave the entire city to get away from me." Dick responed to Tim's joke.
"That comeback is about as cliche as the batcave. I'm going to bed." Before leaving, Tim got in Dick's face. "Oh and atleast my girlfriend doesn't have the horrible memory of you walking into a room to see you drunk next to Wally singing Pop by NSYNC infront of the entire Justice League and former Teen Titans , like Barbara does." Tim said before running out of the room. Alfred chuckled.
"Oh that was unpleasent. I still have pictures of the fiasco. I do wish I would've had my cam corder." Alfred told Dick before picking up their drinks and leaving.
"It was an accident! I was just.....The music just....I wasn't drunk, I.....I'm not going to DVR How I Met Your Mother for either of you! That's right. No Barney Stinson for either of you! Yeah, yeah....." Dick yelled at his two friends before facepalming at his attempt to outdue them. While leaving the hangout and going up the stairs to his room, he looked back at Bruce, still dressed in the cowl, who was watching the footage of the Harley incident earlier. He sighed before continuing his walk back up the stairs. Even with friends around, Bruce still didn't let Gotham out of his sight. He never would and never will. Never.
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