Authors Note: I wish to point out that this FanFiction is based around my OC and Jason Todd eventually getting together. Also, this story is based on a point pre New-52 in which it is the original Black Mask running the show and he is still battling with the Red Hood for control of the crime syndicate. No Jason and Bruce do not get along since I always find that weird about the New-52 and I like grumpy Jason. Oh, and I don't own Batman, DC or any other characters involved.
Chapter 1 - Freedom
I freaking hate this place. It's cramped, smelly, dirty, grungy and just all around unattractive. Just sitting on my cot feels like I'm laying in a bed of roaches which on occasion it has been. No one calls you a girl and harasses you more then when you wake up screaming because there's a giant freaking cockroach on your chest with its antenna touching your chin. I have the shivers just thinking about it.
Still this place isn't all bad, I have three square meals a day and plenty of exercise beating the crap out of the men in the yard. Greasy slime balls are so intent on groping any female they see I'm even a viable option. Not that I'm ugly by any means. I mean I have the captivating blue eyes, flowing black hair and hourglass figure any man would desire but I'm on the top of the Asylum food chain.
No one likes a girl who can fight back in Gotham but here in Arkham I'm freaking prime rib next to the other choice of 'Bubba' bending you over your cot and taking you from behind. So I can't really be mad at the creeps who want to 'enjoy my company' now then can I? Plus it give me an opportunity to keep in shape, can't have people calling me fat or anything.
Still today is my last day in here since I've been on 'good behaviour' which in Arkham means I never started the fights I only finished them.
The door swung open letting the guard come in to cuff my hands. He was a brawny one I'll give him that. He might have actually been a half decent opponent if I put up a fight but considering I was getting out today there wasn't a chance in hell that I would possibly pull away or resist his demands. Well if he had a handsome face under that mask I might not resist either but since half his face was shielded from me I figured I might as well play along. No point flirting only to find out he looked like a science experiment gone wrong (Frankenstein comes to mind).
Walking past some of the more dangerous criminals I smiled at them except Harley. Harley was always a fun girl so to her I gave a seductive wink and a "call me when you get out."
We had never done anything due to the fact I am strictly straight but she laughed and told me to tell the Joker she missed him. Of course that was never going to happen since the Joker was far to likely to get me killed and though I'm not often on the right side of the law I prefer the Asylum to dead.
The walk out took forever since I was housed on like the fifteenth floor underground and once I got to the front they took forever to give me my dismissal papers and the clothes I had been caught in.
There was no way I would be caught dead in this orange jump suit out in the real world so I stripped right then and there. The officers didn't seem to mind, well excluding the girl who watched me from the doorway with a frown. I couldn't see her eye's behind the visor but I imagined a pretty massive scowl at my antics.
Either way getting out of that one piece felt great and I was more than thrilled to be back in my miniskirt, hooker boots and tank that only came down to my navel. Please don't ask, it's not my usual attire but I got caught but the Batman when I was in the middle of nabbing the bastards who weren't giving me the proper amount of profits.
Now that I was properly dressed I strode out the doors and through the massive stone and metal gates to see Eirik waiting with the car. That man is my most trusted advisor and the closest thing I have to family, shocker.
Eirik is about six and a half feet of pure muscle with a grumpy attitude and a rather dismal outlook on life which makes him perfect for being my advisor and body guard. Everyone is scared of the Bat but a Viking with a gun is pretty bone chilling too. Not to mention he's quite good at making grilled cheese sandwiches.
Running towards him I jumped up and hugged him tightly, even in the hooker boots I was still slightly to short to hug him without a little jump.
"Eirik I missed you," I told him emphatically. "And I had a brilliant idea for a new drug. We are going to corner the market and take out the Red Hood and Black Mask! Now please tell me you brought me proper clothes and a grilled cheese sandwich I'm starving."
Setting me down on the ground Eirik gave me a rare smile before opening the car door and replying, "missed you to madam. I'm glad to hear you've put your year to good use and both are waiting in the back seat now please get in."
"Very well," I replied as I climbed into the back seat of the Range Rover in my horrible hooker boots. Eirik closed the door behind me and went around the vehicle to hop in the drivers side.
Looking at the seat next to me I saw the pile of leather and denim clothing that Eirik had brought me and smiled in delight. Ah how that man knew me.
Slipping out of the hooker-ific outfit, yes I made the word up don't judge, I slid into a pair of jeans and a leather jacket before I tossed my hooker boots out the car window and pulled on the lovely combat boots that had switch blades in the toes. How I missed those boots in Arkham. At least Joker and Harley got to keep their hideous outfits though I should could my blessings, if I was stuck in those hooker clothes the whole year I think I would have even more unwanted male attention.
Once the boots were out of the car window we were gone from Arkham with Eirik putting the pedal to the metal as it were. We flew down the dark and twisted road until we hit the open streets of Gotham. Well open might not be the best word for the streets of Gotham but there was more room that the country roads that went to Arkham Asylum that's for sure.
Looking out the windows of the Range Rover at the familiar run down streets I spotted many criminals hurrying from corner to corner in attempts to hide from Batman and it brought a little bit of warmth to my blacken heart. This city hadn't changed ever since Batman showed up. Crime wasn't down it was just done less openly and the cost of drugs went up as danger increased. The one thing I never understood about Gotham was how the city kept rebuilding after every major civilian killing that Joker, Killer Croc, Scarecrow and all the other ringleaders went on. It was like a never ending population of people flooded into the city and construction workers never EVER had a day off.
Still I had lived here all my life and soon the city will be under my control. This is where I should go 'MWAHAHAHA' but that just feels cliche.
With my newest drug I plan to have the whole city under my control when no one wants what the other fools are selling. Black Mask thinks that the Red Hood is his biggest problem? Well wait until he gets a load of me I'm going to take everything. His men, his warehouse, his distribution and his tower then I'll take out the Red Hood.
I don't particularly have anything against the Red Hood. He doesn't deal to children and neither do I but he takes a lot of what will be my profit and I want to be the head of the organized drug trade. Once he can't handle the competition I'll take him out myself. I can't wait to see exactly what's on top of that sexy body and under that 'hood.'
"Jeeves," I called to Eirik teasingly, "please stop the car. I feel like getting myself a refreshing beverage and perhaps a glimpse at the Batman. I have it on good authority that the Joker is throwing a party and you know how I love the Joker's parties. Never a dull moment."
Rolling his eyes and grumbling something under his breath Eirik parked next to a convenience store before yelling, "don't get hurt! It's been hell running things without you and don't call me Jeeves you spoiled little brat."
"Hey!" I retorted ever so wittily, "that's no way to speak to your peers! Now behave Jeeves and don't forget to put money in the meter. Can't have ticket on my first day out."
And with that I was out of the car and headed into the convenience store while Eirik was stuck in the car muttering about how I'm only twenty one and in no way his peer. He's only twenty seven so really age doesn't matter I'm just a better manipulator and man handler if you know what I mean...
Authors Note: So there's chapter one. Hopefully I've peaked your interest so I'm now going to appeal for three reviews. Three. Thats it. Three reviews and you guys get your next chapter. It's already written. Just waiting for you to tell me what you think. Jason's in it...