Guess what? I'm baaaaack! And I brought a sequel with me! How amazing is that? I'm super excited about this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or any of the characters. I only own my OC and crappy plot!
Ok, enough chit chat, on with the story! Enjoy!
Insanity; noun, the state of being seriously mentally ill, madness.
He was running. Racing blindly through hallway after hallway. Corridor after corridor.
It was nearly pitch black and Dick could hardly see his feet in front of him. The hallways were a maze of twists, turns, and dead ends, seeming to go on forever. But still Dick ran.
His bare feet making slapping sounds as they pounded against the concrete floors. His breath coming in short, pained gasps. His head thumping loudly. His heart and lungs longing for the rest he would never have.
The walls and floors were painted red with blood, and Dick hoped it wasn't his. It dropped from above and smeared on the walls, he tripped over the red liquid on the ground, nearly falling over. The smell of it overwhelmed his nose and mouth, making him gag.
He raced blindly onward not glancing back or slowing down. He turned a corner and ran on. He turned a corner and skidded on the blood, not slacking his pace.
A horrible stitch was starting to spread in his side, but still Dick ran.
His vision was starting to blur, but he still ran.
He started stumbling, but still ran.
His feet and legs were getting sore, but he ran.
He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. Fear urged him onward.
A sob escaped his throat and tears spilled out of his eyes as Dick ran. He whipped at his eyes as he continued to press on. Another sob erupted from him and he stumbled as he futilely rubbed at his leaking eyes. He tripped and fell to his knees. Dick tried getting back up but his legs weren't listening to him. He bent over in the middle of the hallway and cried, his body shaking.
He wanted out. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to go home. Back to Alfred and Bruce. Tears started pouring down his face. He just wanted to-
A soft giggle made him freeze. His eyes widened and his heart thudded harshly against his ribs.
No!
It turned into a quiet laugh, echoing from all around him.
Nononononononononononononononono!
Dick attempted to get up, to run away from her laugh, away from her. But he couldn't move. His body as well as his mind was frozen in fear.
Another laugh, louder and taunting. It was coming closer. She was coming closer!
"Oh Birdie!" the words were drawn out in a sickly sweet, feminine, teasing tone. Dicks' heart stopped beating. Another giggle came from behind. His eyes widened further and he slowly turned his head to meet the voice behind him. He couldn't see anything, it was too dark. He squinted but could still see nothing except the murky darkness of the corridors.
"Oh Birdie, my little Birdie, where art thou little Birdie?" came the haunting voice again, nearer than before. Her laugh sounded again, and Dick felt shivers race down his back as he stared into the black abyss. At the empty and foreboding hallway.
Then he heard it. The click clack of high heels coming towards him. They echoed off the walls and bounced on the floor, engulfing itself around the boy and tripping him by the noise. Dicks' mind raced at the sound.
No, this couldn't be happening!
The footsteps came closer and closer. "Birdie, where are you? I can hear you," she whispered. "I can hear your cries and smell your tears." A soft giggle. "I can taste your fear, my little Birdie. It's so beautiful."
Her footsteps came nearer and nearer until Dick saw a dark silhouette walking towards him. Dick scarmmbled back in a panic, not caring if she could see his fear. He needed to get away from her!
She laughed at his attempts to run away from her. "Poor Birdie," she came closer and Dick backed up until he was pressed up against a wall in the hallways. The woman came right in front of him and squatted down to reach his eye level.
"You know it is futile to run," she ran a hand through his hair and the boy flinched against it. She grinned and patted his cheek, the on healing from the burn. She rubbed her thumb on the burn mark and Dick tried to jerk his head away but she used her other hand to hold his chin to force him to look I to her blue eyes.
"You can't run from me," her eyes seemed to glow. "I will always catch you."
Dick whimpered and tried to pull away, but the woman's hold was too strong for him. Tears once again started coming down his face. The woman sighed and moved her hand from his cheek to brush away his tears. He flinched as she wiped at his face, making cooing noises and smiling.
The boy sobbed and she stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "My poor Birdie," she said sadly. "All alone," her thumb went to his arm, to the word BIRDIE carved into his skin. She trailed each letter, smiling at the artwork she had created.
When she finished she stared at her Birdie again, loving the way he cowered and averted his gaze from her. She brushed her hand through his hair again, morning softly to him.
Dick scrunched his eyes up tightly and Psycho leaned and whispered in his ear. "You can't ever escape me."
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