Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of his related characters. DC comics has that honor. I claim rights only to my original character and her plot.

Chickadees! Darlings! Welcome to my first Batman fic. I have been wanting to write this for an awfully long time and I finally worked up the courage to do so. This fic will be centering around the rogues gallery more that Batman himself, but he will make more than one appearance. Be gentle if you review please!

Summary: Her new life was far from normal, but when she unwittingly helps an infamous rogue, things become turned upside as she becomes trapped in a sickening spiral of crime, murder and insanity.

Warning: Rated T for language, a racial slur and violence. (May go up in the future)

Chapter One- Running in the Veins

It was raining. Why did it have to be raining? She grumbled to herself, feeling put out and downright soggy in her bones. The storm had not been unexpected, not to anyone with a television. The weather man, with his glistening white teeth and orange spray tan, was saying for days that the weather was going to turn sour. 'Expect rain and thunder storms for the next week' he said, smiling as he did so. She had seen the news. She even bought herself a nice new coat just for this weather. However, the assisted clairvoyance did nothing to prevent her from avoiding the storm and nothing to improve her mood

Poor Jenna Hendrick, a tall but rotund girl of 27 years, stood on the sidewalk with an umbrella held steadfastly over her head. She was bundled in her coat, a slick heavy thing made of soft green felt and cream colored wool in the hood. The woman bunched the jacket around herself, shrugging her shoulders to bring the hood as close to her face as she could. This weather was miserable and poorly timed, if you asked her opinion. Her breath fogged out in front of her as she glanced down the street. It was empty, this particular road. Not a soul traversed in either car or on foot in this place. It was just Holly, standing alone with her green coat and a sour look on her face. No one in their right mind wanted to be out in this deluge and she was one of them. So, why, might you ask, was she out in the freezing and driving rain? For her job, of course.

Jenna cursed as a particularly loud clap of thunder rolled through the city.

"It just had to be fucking rain." She growled, frowning even deeper, "Not a nice sunny day or clear moonlit night. Oh no...of course not. Not for me."

A quick flash of lightning silenced her momentarily before she continued her rant. She would have to remember to ask for a bonus for standing out in the rain. 'I could catch a cold.' She thought. It had been nearly an hour that she had been patiently rocking from foot to foot out there and still no sign of her arranged meeting partner. Her boss had told her at midnight, or 12 o' clock sharp, to be standing on the corner of Mayes and 8th to retrieve the package. Jenna, being a good employee, was there at 11:45.

The partner was late. Very late. It miffed the woman to no end. She would probably get chewed out for being late herself. She began running excuses through her head, thinking to save herself from having said brain bucket carved off of her body. She had gotten to lie number thirteen when a pair of headlights rounded the corner. They flashed once then twice, fast, and the car that was attached to the lights pulled up to the sidewalk where she stood. It was a nice car, brand new and a gleaming ash gray. Jenna could make out the tint in the windows despite the darkness of the evening. The young woman put on her best business face, half closing her eyes and straightening her plump lips into a line. She tucked a strand of curly black hair behind her ear as the back window rolled down, slowly. She instantly made out the vivid shade of red the man's hair was; it was almost garish in the dimness of the deep night. Her eyes scrolled over his face before making eye contact. He had very chiseled features: sharp angled cheekbones, pointed chin and deep set eyes which were the same color as his car. His eyebrows were thinly plucked and his beard was trimmed ever so neatly. Holly imagined that his finger nails must be immaculate.

"I expected you a little earlier." She said, sounding barely cross in her tone. The man turned his head to her slightly and smiled. It was not an expression that conveyed humor.

"My apologies, pet. We were...delayed by an unforeseen circumstance. But, we are here now and more than willing to compensate you for the loss of time." The woman smiled back and nodded.

"My organization would appreciate that gesture." Was all she said. The thin man bobbed his head back and lifted a silver briefcase from his side. It was small, not even the size of a mailbox. Jenna grabbed it with her free hand and nearly yelped at the coldness of the handle.

The woman began to speak, to thank him for his business, when another briefcase followed. Mouthing an 'Oh', the shocked woman moved to grab the other one. This case one was much bigger, twice the size of the first, but just as cold. Not wanting to abandon her umbrella and risk getting drenched, she placed the smaller one on top of the second, bigger one. Now the man in the car thanked Jenna for her patience and explained that the second case was for being late.

"Your boss should enjoy that one. Good evening, pet." And with that, they drove off.

The woman started up her cursing once more, shuffling the cases to try and balance them as she walked. She turned from the street and briskly walked back through the alleyway she had originally emerged from. The biting cold of the briefcases made her hands ache but she tried her best to ignore it. She was already very late and she didn't want to get an ear full from her superiors. At the end of the alley, where it connected with a side street, another car sat waiting. This one was black, an SUV, and it sat parked with its engine idling. Jenna tipped her head towards it and the lights flared to life. They were blinding and she squinted against it. The driver side door opened and a behemoth of a man stood out of the vehicle. He jogged towards the woman, not minding that his nicely pressed, extra large suit and short dark hair were getting soaked. He took the umbrella from her hands and the smaller of the baggage, escorting her to the car. Jenna smiled at him as he opened the passenger side rear door for her and she climbed in. The man ran to the driver's side and hopped in himself.

Jenna nearly cried from the glorious warmth of the car. The man had left the heater on, the saint. She rubbed her hands together and ran her nearly numb hands through her hair. The thick loose curls were frizzy and wild and her ministrations did little to help them.

"Did everything go alright, Ms. Hendrick?" The man asked, handing the case over his shoulder to her. She took it and laid it beside her on the seat.

"Yes, Lucas. Despite them being very late, they gave us a little extra to make up for it. I hate the rain." She complained, chuckling. The driver smiled and began driving out of the alley, slowly bringing them into the street.

"I would too, if I had ta stand out there in it for nearly an hour." His accent was thickly Bronx and made his sentences clipped. Jenna stuck her tongue out at him playfully and brought the first of the trade cases into her lap. The cold of it seeped instantly into her thighs and she nearly threw it off of her. Refraining, the woman clicked it open to gaze at the contents. A small gauge on the side read 15 degrees Fahrenheit and a timer was next to that which read 14:18 in green numbers. The package, however, was an organ, a pristine- looking heart that sat nestled in packs of dry ice. Jenna Hendrick stood in the rain for nearly an hour for this.

Jenna Hendrick, 27 years old, was an organ trafficker.

Jenna didn't always work such a strange job. Once, she dreamed of being a veterinarian for horses and traveling the world to take photos of rare animals for some magazine. She was simple, once, and honest to the core. Looking at her then and now, one wouldn't even have recognized her.

The Hendrick family was small, consisting of two mothers and their three children. The Hendricks, Mary and Merle, were a happy domestic couple who adopted their children before they were legally allowed to marry. Jenna was the youngest of these kids, being only a month younger than the middle child, Sarah, and 10 years junior to the eldest, who was the only boy. They lived in a two story house twenty miles outside of Gotham city, their rural setting making for a perfect place to raise the kids. Mary was a dentist in the city and had to commute often, while Merle was a nurse at a small local clinic. This left the eldest child, Derek, to watch over the girls while they were at work.

Jenna was an easy child, prone to losing herself in books for long periods of time or running through the fields pretending she was a wild horse. Derek would call her in for lunch and she would fly in, eat twice as much as most kids her age, then run back out with a thick book to read. Often, her parents would come home and find her in an old elm, eating an orange and reading anything from fantasy and science fiction to conspiracy theory pamphlets and manuals.

Jenna's school days were much like any other child's: tedious and dreaded. Getting her to class wasn't hard, since she made friends easily. It was getting her to do the work she was supposed to do. She daydreamed more than she studied and it landed her in hot water more than once. Mary and Merle paid for tutor after tutor to help their daughter's grades, but it barely made a difference. In high school, Holly took two different language classes and two separate instruments, just to give her something interesting to keep her in school. By the time she graduated, Jenna was nearly fluent in Spanish and Samoan and could play the piano and cello with ease.

When Jenna had finally grown out of her childish ways and decided that school wasn't so bad, she wanted to become a vet for large farm animals. Her mothers were thrilled and drove her into the city of Gotham to look at a college she was interested in. The Gotham Academy of Arts and Science had the best veterinary program around and it didn't take long for Jenna to be accepted, despite her grades in earlier schooling. She moved out of her home and into an apartment ten minutes from the campus. It was run down and small, but it worked for her. The first two years of classes went wonderfully for Jenna. She even made a few friends, though she hardly spent time with them. Mostly, she studied and stayed at home, cooking and caring for her fish tank. Life was decent and she was content.

Then, things took a turn for the worse.

One afternoon in November, Jenna stepped into her bank to make a deposit. This was normal, seeing as it was pay day for most people. The young woman was smiling ear to ear, thinking of what she was going to spend her money on. Food, most likely, and maybe a new music player since the buttons on her old one were breaking. The day was sunny, a crisp chill in the air, and the bank was nice and toasty. The guard nodded to her as she entered and she nearly skipped into the line. Her favorite teller worked today, an older Hispanic woman named Esperanza who sported platinum blonde hair, huge gold hoop earrings and seemed to perpetually smile.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Hendrick. How are you today?" Esperanza asked, her accent thick. Jenna waved her check between them and grinned even wider.

"I am fantastic now. Can you slip this bad boy into my checking, please?"

"Absolutely. One moment." A short 30 seconds later and Jenna had a few hundred dollars more to her name. She thanked the teller and turned to leave when suddenly a loud sharp sound echoed through the bank. Everyone jolted and a few screamed. Jenna covered her ears and glanced to the entrance. What she saw was the last thing that anyone wanted to see in a bank.

Robbers.

There were 5 of them, tall muscular men with masks like monkey faces over their own and large automatic guns. Two of them had duffel bags thrown over their shoulders. The supposed leader, a man in a suit, slammed the butt of his gun into the guard's face, knocking the heavy set man out cold. His mask he wore was purple and frowning.

"Alright, people. Get on the fucking ground and no one gets hurt. Understand?" Some patrons actually nodded and began to kneel. Others were too shocked and Jenna was one of them. Another gunshot rang out, this one coming from a man to the left, his mask red faced and angry. He stepped close to where Jenna was and screamed at the crowd.

"He told you to get on the ground! So get on the fucking ground!" He shoved an older man to his knees by his collar and snarled, animal-like. Jenna knelt, shaking and praying. 'Gods, please don't kill anyone.'

Two of the robbers moved to the tellers and demanded the codes to the safe. Two of the five stuttered, explaining desperately that they didn't know the codes. This earned them a swift fist in the nose. One of the employees, an attractive young Chinese man, blurted that only the manager knew the codes.

"The manager isn't here today. I swear...none of us know it." His voice cracked and he swallowed. The closest robber to him, the one with the red mask, bent to glance at the terrified man's name tag.

"Thomas?" The clerk nodded vigorously. This made the masked man laugh. "The fuck kinda name is Thomas for a chink?" His mates all laughed, excluding the frowning leader, and then he turned on the Chinese man. He fired one shot, clean, right into his forehead. Blood and bone sprayed from the wound and Thomas dropped like a stone.

Everyone screamed again.

The leader of the robbers stormed forward and slammed the shorter man into the teller's desk. His posture was all anger.

"What the fuck, Shanks!? I said no one gets hurt. We don't FUCKING kill unless we are threatened. He might have had the codes if we just pressed him hard enough, dipshit." With that he slapped 'Shanks' on the back of the head and growled at him to get into position. Jenna wrapped her arms around her torso and tried to make herself as small as possible. The frowning mask looked at her, briefly, before turning back to his men.

"Listen up! Without those codes, this just got a lot harder." He turned slightly and pointed in the direction of the vault. "Domino can hack it, but it's gonna take time. You lot stay out here, keep the pigs from gettin' in and DON'T KILL ANYONE. Got it?" The crew gave the affirmative, the one called Shank dropping his head and scuffing his boot.

The patrons, including Jenna, were herded into a corner and the tellers were brought out to sit with them. They left Thomas' body to bleed out behind the counter. Frowning Face and Domino, wearing a yellow neutral faced mask, left with guns in hand and a single duffel bag. The other three men positioned themselves by the door and the hostages, utterly silent. The red mask, Shanks, stood nearest to her and cursed under his breath. He did not seem pleased with his scolding. Jenna heard someone behind her begin to cry; it sounded like a woman. She wished to turn around, to comfort the person, but she feared the guns more. Jenna found herself closing her eyes and trying to count the seconds until they would be saved.

It was the longest hour of her life.

Cliffy? This early? Oh yeesssss! Don't hate me, por favor! I adore you, my chickadees. Let me know what you think so far. Review and feed the author. More coming soon.