Footsteps, in a panic she silently but quickly dimmed down her bedroom light and plugged earphones into her TV and stood very still until she heard the footsteps pass her room and into the one at the end of the hall. Standing for a couple of extra seconds her body sank onto the floor, she crossed her legs then reached for her Xbox controller, placed in the earphones and began her game again, being this close to the television made her eyes sore but she tried to focus them, she wasn't giving up this part of the game. The character in the game threw something at a weird plant which fell onto a grate float and separated into pieces; the character gathered some spores for this plant then headed off back in the direction he had just walked. Emily had thought she was becoming a pro at the game but this part always managed to piss her off. The monster sprung out of the water and began to charge at the character, smugly smiling Emily threw something at the monster but was surprised when the character started to whiz towards the monster then get devoured by it. The gamer bit her bottom lip trying not to shout and throw her controller on the ground as last time she did that her foot suffered badly for a few hours. This always happened, whenever she had to choose the line launcher to get to the other side as the monster had destroyed some crates, she sometimes forgot to change it back to batarang, and usually she'd get it changed just in the nick of time but not always.

"Tick tock, feed the croc!"

Emily rubbed her eyes and drank some of her bottled water before picking the controller up and trying it again, she failed a further three times but on the forth she managed to get past.

"Yeah Croc, don't mess with me scale boy," she whispered with triumph. Her eyes were beginning to fail her now; Emily could no longer fight against sleep. Saving and switching off the Xbox, she turned off the light and snuggled into bed and tried to sleep.

Emily Rodgers came from a very eccentric family and always thought she was the normal one of the bunch but she discovered that the world of gaming brought out her strangeness. She had four favourite games: Alice Madness Returns, the Gears of War trilogy, Greenday Rockband and Batman Arkham Asylum and Batman was the one she was obsessing about for weeks. A while back she had been looking for new games to try out and it was highly recommended so she saved up enough money and ordered the game and no sooner it arrived and she had played it nonstop. She had completed the game in easy and in normal and now she was doing it in hard difficultly, before you even confirm the choice to play it on the harder level it warns you that all the bad guys are much stronger and other stuff but Emily paid no attention to it, she already thought that she was brilliant at it until she came to the first TITAN monster and it destroyed her...it but her in a bad mood for hours. But she got the hang of it again and slowly she started to work through all the areas, failing here and there occasionally but she was nearing the end and then after the story line all she would have to do was fine all the Riddler problems.

It wasn't just the game that she was addicted to. Batman had become her obsession and her friends were sure that it would come and go quickly but at night Emily would go on her phone she would go on and hunt for juicy new batman stories, all the ones to do with the game and animated series and also the movies. She had a few favourites but made sure not to tell anyone about them as some were, raunchy...very raunchy. Oh teenagers eh. But tonight she wasn't in the mood for reading, tonight she was thinking. After reading so many fan stories she wanted to write one to, during some classes at school she would scribble notes on random bits of paper trying to create ideas. She had her character and most of her traits but all the ideas she could come up with sucked or were too familiar to other peoples stories, she had thought playing the game tonight would help her mind burst with creativeness but the story canvas was still blank.

Her phone played a little tune which disturbed her comfortable laying position, her hand reached towards her phone and opened up the message sent from her brother.

U up playin Bman? He had sent her.

I was, trying to get some sleep, she replied.

Moments later, How is your story comin along?

She began tapping in words, Not good don't know how to start it.

Aww your good at writing you'll get inspiration soon, was his reply.

Thanks Thane I'll have something typed up soon, she sent back.

She smiled when she got the next reply, Can't wait to read it sis!

Halfway through texting her brother a reply her eyes flickered a few times, they were wide open then slowly they shut. For a few minutes she dreamt of nothing though for the past couple of nights she had been dreaming about lying on a building roof with rain falling down on her. She didn't understand it, she had looked through dream books to try and discover the meaning of it but she got no answer. Like always it started with dark clouds but something was odd this time, instead of rain crashing down black silhouettes of faces looked down at her. "What the hell?" she muttered to herself. Usually in the dream she ended up jumping from rooftop to rooftop but instead the scene dramatically changed.

She no longer wore clothes instead it was a gown you would wear if going for surgery at hospital, she wasn't lying on the hard rooftop anymore instead her back was lying on a bed but her wrists and ankles were in cuffs and she was so light headed. "What's going on?" her voice rasped, everything felt so strange, dreams aren't meant to make you feel like this. Groaning she closed her eyes then opened them again when a bright light suddenly flashed, she shook her head and furiously blinked the water leaking from her eyes and soon they focused. The silhouettes were still there.

"I don't think our patient looks really well, looks like we might have to take her to surgery." It was a females voice, they type of voice that a normal person would find rather annoying.

"I hear that she's crazy, crazier than me! Ha ha ha! Somebody kill her." The voice this time was unique but not in a good way. It sent chills down her spine and needles in her neck, the voice was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

The silhouettes shimmered away but another took its place above her, "Little girl all trap inside a terror filled mind, let me guess, spiders? No...being locked in an enclosed place? Not that either...ah, I see...you suffer from hematophobia," the voice cackles and Emily shivers once more, "Excellent."

The dark shape transforms into a new shadow, "My most easiest mark yet," the voice was male and very shaky, "I know exactly where I shall put you little piggy."

Yet again the silhouette changes, "Insignificant fool, not you or anyone else is as intelligent as me, I am better than you!" A male's voice, a hint of intellect in his voice but so childish too.

The next silhouette was bigger than the rest and the voice from it was rasping but petrifying, "I will devour you, rip you from limb to limb, you're my little midnight snack!" The shadow lifted up its arm ready to strike but changed before it could; the shadow was only slightly smaller this time and had a distinctive accent.

"After I break the bruja, I shall break you!"

There was another shadow, the darkness shrivelled down to a slender form and the voice now reminded Emily of a sexy mother, "The vines will suffocate you and your body will rot far beneath the earth."

All the voices began to talk over one and another and she heard different things all the time, most of it evil and sickening; feasting on her bones, skinning her like a bear rug, dropping her in a vat of acid and dropping her down an elevator like a sack of puppies...Emily would of woken up by now but everything was just so clear that she had forgotten how to scream and get away from the nightmare. This was insane. She was seeing more things now and feeling new sensations, things were rippling underneath her skin, her blood froze and her eyes boiled, her strength was trying to push everything away and eventually the pain ceased but it would leave behind a large mark. Before the nightmare ended the second silhouette retuned but was much closer to Curly's face.

"Be seeing you soon kiddo, let's hope you exceed expectations," chuckling an evil giggle, "but with all my tricks, I bet you won't even last the night, goodnight little Filly." That laugh...death to anyone's ears.

As soon as everything disappeared her eyes shot open and her body jolted into a sitting position which caused a slight dizziness. Taking deep steady breaths, she rubbed her eyes and went over the nightmare. It was so real...she had had dreams before where she sometimes felt a slight coldness but the nightmare was so detailed...man did her head hurt. Emily reached for her lamp but was surprised when her hand didn't make contact with it, "The cat must of came into my room and knocked it over", she thought rolling out of bed and making her way to switch on the bigger light. The floor was cold as she took little steps, "Hang on, I have a carpet", her hand quickly found the light switch and she could finally study her room. Emily wasn't the screaming type but one run up her throat and stormed the room she was in, she sunk to the floor when all she saw was a bed, cabinet, a couple of books and a radio. Within moments people rushed into the room and took hold of Emily, they tried to calm her but had no such luck, they carried her furiously shaking body onto a bed and strapped her down and waited for her to calm. It took a while.

Emily cried, screamed, shouted, most of the things that came out her mouth nobody could understand even Emily had no clue but as an injection was given to her, her mind started to go all floaty and carefree, her heart beat rate decreased and she felt better. The wonders of drugs. A young woman with a caring look approached Emily's side and stroked her face.

"Filly? It's Doctor Cassidy, everything's fine, just relax and go back to sleep."

Emily looked at this woman, she was sure she knew that name, but Filly? There were plenty more questions but she fell back asleep quicker than turning off a light switch. She was taken to a new room and left inside with a guard hanging outside the door, in Doctor Cassidy's notes there was no mention of the patient ever having fits or bad nightmares, it was strange but questions and answers would have to wait until the girl was feeling better and back to her usual self. The Doctors had gathered together quickly and had a small discussion about the surprising out burst from the patient.

"I, I just never expected something like this would happen to her" said Doctor Cassidy who was biting at her fingernails.

"After all the years being here I am not really surprised, the evil in the walls are now rubbing off on her, it's only a matter of time until she becomes like the rest of them" said a female doctor with a thick Russian accent.

"No, Filly won't become like the others," muttered Doctor Cassidy with a hint of disbelief in her voice, "There's not one bad bone in her body."

"You've grown too attached to her Sarah." Said another doctor.

"We all have Doctor Stevens, but however, I half agree with Gretchen, she's going through some changes and we can't stop that now, we just have to hope she chooses the right side." Doctor Young gave her friend are comforting rub on her shoulder and took her to get a cup of coffee, the other doctors returned to their work.

From the depths of the building all the other patients heard the scream, it was one that they never heard before but it was a particular delight to a certain scrawny looking man. He had his ear pressed to the walls hoping to hear more but bad luck for him that all was now silent, it had been a while since he heard the blissful screams of a woman, not that he didn't enjoy the terror filled screams of men it satisfied him but with the females it just made him feel more powerful and in control. The way he liked it. He'd have to find this female soon as she'd be the perfect new test subject, after his last stunt was stopped by a certain dark hero he had been up many long nights calculating formula's in his head and so far everything was perfect, apart from the breaking out bit, though a little birdie came to him the other day and told him about the asylums future...he was looking forward to it.

A few good hours later Emily's eyes flickered open and she expected to be woken by her alarm clock but the annoying beeping sound didn't ring through her ears. The tiredness took a few more moments to be rid of but once her eyes were in focus and the cloud disappeared from her mind she jolted forward in shock, or she would of if she wasn't strapped down to the bed. The minutes slowly ticked by giving her time to relax and to think, she found it so much better talking out loud about it.

"This has to be a...very real dream," she knew it sounded totally nuts, "I just need to go back to sleep and I'll be back home, I bet I'm sleep walking around the house or something," then she realized the bigger picture, "Oh my God I'm in Arkham Asylum...I'm in a madhouse! Oh jeez, that doctor called me Filly!"

Filly also known as Emily Rogers, Patient AC2111, pale skinned and freckled face, long brown hazel hair and spirited grey eyes, long legs but from what she can remember from her nightmare they had all called her little. Emily tried to move into a sitting position but found it difficult; she wanted to see her reflection, she wanted to see if her character was right, she felt that most of the female characters in Batman were all hair and boobs and most of them had curvy slim figures and she thought it would be good to be different. Filly was to have wild hair, an average figure, long legs and arms, strong boned and very athletic. Lying down in the bed she most certainly didn't feel any different.

The door opened and Doctor Cassidy entered, she smiled at Emily then glanced down at her clipboard and scribbled something on the piece of paper it was holding in place, "Good morning Filly, how are you feeling?" she asked.

Emily looked at the doctor, she noticed how his hands shook a little and how parts of her hair looked oddly out of place and her fingernails had all been chewed on, she must have had her trouble with Victor, "I'm alright...I had a nightmare."

"You can discuss it later with your new doctor, I'm only here to undo your restrains." She approached Emily and freed her hands and ankles.

"How are you Doctor Cass-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Sarah?" she smiled and Emily awkwardly returned one, "And I'm fine thank you, glad to be back.

Emily knew that that was one big fat lie and Doctor Cassidy knew it too, "Well, I'm glad you're back too."

After getting cleaned up and into clothes, it wasn't the arkham orange jumpsuit but a pair of skinny dark orange skinny jeans and a white shirt she followed Doctor Cassidy to the staff cafeteria were she was severed breakfast. She didn't understand that either, shouldn't she have been in the patient food court? She didn't ask questions and so kept silent and watched the other doctors before they began their work. There wasn't much to do, all she did after breakfast was to return to her room and read a book. It wasn't a cell. Emily had to find out why she was getting such good treatment at the asylum. When the clock neared to twelve a guard came and took her to Arkham mansion then to a Doctor Laird's office, she was greeted with a middle aged man, short hair fading to grey; he shook my hand and pulled out a seat for. He moved around his desk and sat on his chair then clicked the record button on a cassette player.

"Patient interview number one; the patients name is Emily Rodgers also known as Filly, most guards and other patients call her by that name. Hello Emily my name is Doctor Laird, do you mind me falling you by that name?"

Emily's mind was a whirlwind of madness. Was she supposed to pretend to be Filly? For a moment the thought sounded strange but then another one entered her mind, this was what all the gamers in the world wanted, to spend a short time in their favourite games, so what if this was a dream Emily was going to make the most of it and improvise. Instead of slouching on the chair she sat with her back straight and crossed her legs, put on her best innocent smile and flicked a strand of her long hair behind her ear.

"Not at all Doctor" even her voice changed slightly to a higher tone.

"Good I think it's more professional."

"Nothing about me is really professional anymore, I've been here almost my whole life, this place is my home and everyone in here is my family" she laughed inside her head at all the things she was coming up with.

"Going through all the files it says that you've lived here since the age of four, you were left outside Arkham's door with a note in your blanket which said that your parents were not fit you look after you as you needed 'help'. For the next few years you were a bit troublesome like most children and teenagers but apart from that you haven't caused any problems for the doctors or the guards, in other words you are fit and sane. But then why are you here?"

So that's probably why I'm treated so well here I'm practically a daughter of Arkham, she thought.

"I'm here because the people of Gotham are scared of me. And I don't blame them. I'm different and usually different in Gotham is bad."

"Go on" the doctor pressed.

She crossed her arms and leaned forward thinking for a moment, "Well look at most of the people in here, Joker, Croc, Mr Freeze and Poison Ivy, they are all different and they are very dangerous so if you take in to account what Gotham has been through, it's better that you keep the freaks away from the city and let Batman try to clean it out."

"What are your thoughts on the Batman?" he asked suddenly.

She raised an eyebrow, "I think he's doing a good job, he defeats the bad guys so what's not to like. I believe what he is doing is right but I don't understand why he keeps doing it. How many times must he beat Joker to a pulp and all the other villains? I think I've lost count. He brings them back or takes them to Blackgate but all they do is break out again and again, it's a never ending fighting cycle, I'm surprised that Bman hasn't hung up his cape yet," she noticed him scribble down some words and she was sure that he wrote down the word 'Harley', she cursed mentally at herself for using Harleys nickname for Batman, "You should really just lock them away behind so many doors and throw the keys in the ocean or something...please don't take this the wrong way but...most of the doctors here think they can cure all of these patients, Joker, Twoface, Mad Hatter the lot of them...they cannot be cured and even if they could be do you really think that want to be cured? It's a waste of time."

The Doctor nodded his head and noted a few more things down, "What's your relationship like with the less violent patients and the violent ones?"

It felt like each question was random and didn't exactly have any link, "Good, all the less violent patients are all friendly enough but of course there are always ones that like to cause trouble, I try to keep out of their way. As for the violent ones, not so good, they like to make their horrid comments, mostly about sexual things; none of them are intelligent enough to come up with anything that would actually insult me."

"What are your hobbies?" he fired out the question.

"I like painting but I enjoy sports mostly, running track is my favourite I can run out everybody." She ended the sentence with a smile.

He was silent for a moment but then rubbed his nose and continued his questions, "Tell me about your condition?"

"I'm a horse."

The doctor couldn't help but chuckle, "There's more to it than that I'm sure."

"Well my parents certainly weren't horses. I remember getting my blood taken a lot and how people ran tests on me to try and figure out what was wrong but nobody has given me a clear explanation yet and I don't think I'll ever get one. I don't really care anymore; this 'condition' hasn't driven me crazy or changed me in anyway so I'm not dangerous. My abilities aren't anything special, I can run very fast, jump long distances and I have strong bones. My hair grows long...that's really all about it right now, I don't know if I have any more, only time will tell really."

The Doctor noted and again quickly wrote down things, his handwriting was appalling, he leaned over the desk and shook his patients hand and she left the office, the guard waiting for her. She was so happy with herself, I went in there as Emily and came out as Filly, she grinned.

She was so surprised at what she came up with, how she couldn't come up with this stuff before confused her. It was all exciting to her that for a moment she had forgotten what was going to happen in the asylum, when would Hell be unleashed? She didn't know but she did know that Victor had tried to kill Doctor Cassidy meaning that the Joker's party was just right round the corner. Trapped in her daydreams her arm banged into someone else's shoulder; her head looked up and she smiled sweetly and apologized before walking away not knowing that she had just made brief contact the Master of Fear.

Its about time I made a Batman FanFic! First off the title of this chapter is a bit….meh, I was trying to come up with something clever but I think I've failed. I know there's a few sort of 'sucked into game' fics on here but I wanted to try and put a twist on it and challenge myself so this could be good or bad, please drop a review and say if this chapter got you interested or my spelling and grammer (something I have to improve on!) Thank you very much and I hope you'll enjoy the ideas I have waiting for me to type and for you to read.