It was the downfall of every escaped convict: coming back to where it all started. Avery knew that when she landed in Gotham. It was only a matter of time until she found herself here, feet pounding against pavement. The Batman was somewhere, following close by. Every once in a while she'd here the rustling of his cape or see a hint of his Kevlar suit. Again she saw a hint of his cape. Immediately she switched directions, falling over in the process. Feet scrambled to get a grip on the grease-soaked pavement. For the thousandth time that night, Avery cursed herself for being so stupid. She put her life on the line for that idiot.
The smell of the junkyard blocked all her other senses. Mazes of trash loomed over her. How did I end up here? Avery grumbled to herself. The chase had gone through the Narrows' backstreets. The moment she spotted the Batman Avery booked it – that was her only hope. Speed was the only thing she had on the Batman, and even that wasn't much. Again she caught a hint of him and again she changed direction. If it came down to hand to hand combat Avery would be in Arkham again. That was the only thing that kept her going.
Not again … not to him.
Each breath felt like flames in her throat and the stitch in her side was turning unbearable. Silently cursing McDonalds, Avery pushed through the pain.
Oh, just suck it up. The voice in the back of her head chastised. "Fuck you." She murmured. Arguing with herself – it had always been her downfall. No matter how obnoxious her steps or her breathing were, the momentary cursing gave her away.
The Bat flew down from above. Avery scrambled to get away, letting out a shriek. Again, she tripped over her own feet. Broken glass shards dug into her hands and she scuttled backwards, scraping herself up even more. As if she weighed less than a ragdoll, the Batman grabbed her ankle swinging her up. There were glass shards stuck in her hands and her blood from her falls ran down her cheeks. With the last bouts of strength she had, Avery squirmed and lashed out. The Bat was a brick wall, just like she remembered.
Finally she stopped fighting. "Well," she began, smiling slightly, "You caught me, Bat. I know how difficult of a task that is." Avery offered a light, humorless laugh. "Whatchya going to do with me now?" Avery raised her eyebrows and gave a suggestive smirk. The Batman sneered in disgust and refused to offer a reply. "The Joker always said you were too serious." He took the limp and insane convict and tied her to a telephone pole. She was asleep when the police came.
A/N: So, first story. Hope you like :3 Its just a prologue, no major villains yet T.T I'm working on editing the second chapter so it should be up later tonight or ! On the McDonald's comment Avery made, for those of you that don't know you get stitches in your side if you do heavy excersize after eating ... um, yeah. That's it! Review and Fave!