A/N: This is the accompanying piece to my story "A Series of Unfortunate Events" and this story will likely make more sense if you read up until the chapter . I do not own Batman or any other character other than my OCs. Jenna's character profile is on mine if you want to check that out, it'll probably help you understand the story if you haven't read it. Anyways, enjoy and please review!
Rebel
Jenna was standing in line, waiting to pay for a box of ice cream bars. Though it had been a month since Scarecrow's Fright Night, half of the escaped Arkham Asylum inmates still had not been recaptured and as a result, it took a lot of convincing to get Rachel to let Jenna out of the house alone after dark, even when she was just going around the corner and armed with a Taser and the new moves Bruce had taught her.
"Jenna?" said a vaguely familiar voice and Jenna turned to see Jeremiah Arkham standing behind her. He smiled slightly. "I thought it was you. How have you been?"
"As well as I can be," Jenna replied politely. She hadn't spoken to Jeremiah Arkham since before the Fright Night, before her mother… Dr. Arkham nodded in understanding.
"Yes. I heard about Jeannie. I'm sorry." Jenna couldn't speak so she nodded in thanks. "It's terrible, isn't it? The death of a loved one." Jenna nodded again.
"Next!" the cashier called and Jenna stepped forward to pay for her treats.
BANG!
Jenna and Dr. Arkham turned to see a raggedy dressed, shaggy blonde haired man holding gun. Dr. Arkham and Jenna ducked down as the prisoner turned to the cashier worker and shot him. Another worker rushed out at the sound of gunfire and immediately took a bullet to the chest. The inmate then jumped over the counter and broke the cashier open and stuffed the money into his pocket. He turned to leave but noticed Dr. Arkham and Jenna. The man turned the gun on them, his hand shaking, preparing to shoot them but the Doctor stood.
"Stop!" The gunman hesitated. "I know who you are. You're Roger Dommer, inmate 3732 at Arkham Asylum." The man paused, stunned at the fact he had been recognized. "My uncle worked at the Asylum. See, we're alike, you and me. My uncle died a month ago. And you killed your wife, didn't you?" The man looked down, breathing heavily. "You didn't mean to. Voices in you head, she was mad, shouting and screaming, and before you knew it, you reacted and she was dead." The man's face twisted and she started shaking and crying, making Jenna extremely nervous, as he was still pointing the gun at Dr. Arkham. "It's ok. It's ok. You know, you can join her, if you want. You do want to see her again, don't you?" The man looked at him and nodded enthusiastically. "All you have to do is cock the gun and point it at yourself. And everything will go away. The voices, the impulses, the guilt and the grief." The man hesitated. "I'll come with you. But can you go first? I need time to get ready to see my family." The man smiled, nodded, and put the gun to his head. Jenna covered her ears and screwed her eyes shut as she heard the gun go off and a body fall to the ground. "Jenna, you can open your eyes." Jenna opened them and stared at the corpse in horror. "It's ok. He's dead. He can't hurt anyone anymore." Jenna looked between him and the body.
"You killed him."
"I did nothing of the sort. He killed himself."
"Because you told him to."
"I cannot be responsible for a patient's actions."
"Is that how you tell yourself that the Fright Night wasn't your fault?" Dr. Arkham turned to her, eyes burning.
"You dare!"
"Yes, I dare. Where were you when the inmates were released and Scarecrow poisoned the Narrows? And why did you hire him in the first place? Aren't you supposed to evaluate a psychiatrist's mental health before you hire them?"
"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO RUN MY ASYLUM, YOU LITTLE INGRATE!"
"I'm not. I'm simply stating that you're running it wrong."
"You shouldn't pretend to know more than you do, Jenna. It could get you in deep with the wrong people."
"I don't pretend. I just know." Jenna took out her cell phone and called the police. "Hello police, there's been a hold up in a store on the corner of Baker Street and 15th perpetrator is dead, as are two employees. Please send help."
"Right away miss," said the woman. Jenna hung up. She took out her wallet and placed the appropriate amount of money to pay for her ice cream bars in the broken cash register before turning to Doctor Arkham.
"Hope you enjoy prison. Or if your lucky, you'll get put into your beloved Asylum." The Doctor scowled. A police car and an ambulance pulled up moments later. The ambulance workers took out body bags and started to tend to the bodies.
"What happened?" one of the officers asked Jenna and Dr. Arkham. Jenna tried to answer but was cut off.
"An escaped inmate from Arkham Asylum stormed in here, killed the workers, and then turned the gun on himself."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because he told him too!" Jenna cut in. The officer turned to her.
"And you are?"
"Jenna Dawes."
"And how old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"And I'm sure she's in shock, having just seen three people die. I doubt she's credible considering that as well as her... age," Arkham added.
"No, I'm not. You're just trying to discredit me!"
"Kid, please, let's not go pointing fingers. Now, what happened exactly?" Jenna recounted the event. The officer nodded and told the Doctor he could go. Jenna's jaw dropped.
"What!"
"You can go too kid."
"But he just killed someone."
"All he did was talk."
"Well, he talked that man into killing himself!"
"We can't charge that. It's self defense." Jenna shook her head and walked up to the Doctor.
"Consider your Asylum's days numbered Doctor. Any psychiatrist who'll use their knowledge like that can't be trusted and I will make sure that you nor any of your inmates can ever hurt anyone again." She turned on her heel and walked back home.