Nightmare. Ch: 1. Capture and Arkham.

Hello. I'm Adrian. I've only posted one story on here before but I'm alway's reading fanfic's to get new idea's. Any idea's I use from other story's will be acredited to the author's I've borrowed them from and will not clame them in any way as my own. I know the first chapter is short, only 5 pages, but the next chapter's will be longer. I will only post stories that are 5 pages minimum, I hate two or three paragraph stories. I'm also very detailed so bare with me. I hope you enjoy the story and feel free to send me idea's.

~Adrian

-Nightmare's Pov- -Gotham City-

The night was quiet, only the sound's of the occasional bark of a dog or rumbling of a motor breaking the silence. Hardly anyone was about in the late night hours save for a few petty criminals. Nightmare wouldn't wast her time with them, they weren't what she was looking for. No, she was looking for guard's. Spicifically, guard's for a museum. She had tracked the Blood Emerald across the world and each time something went wrong and she failed to obtain it. This time though it would be her's. She would make sure of that.

She had been watching the building for the past two weeks and tonight would be the last night the stone was in Gotham, it was being moved back to it's place of origin in Quebec. It had already been placed in it's transportation contaner so nobody would know it was missing until it was too late. Nightmare smirked, this time she would be ready for anything. Or so she thought.

Slipping on her mask and pulling her hood up, Nightmare began making her way to the enterance she would use, having already scoped out the security she knew that the front door's were not an option and neither were the window's as they were barred at night and were rigged with both a preasure catch and heat moniters. Anything warmer then a bird would set off the alarms. No, she would be using the vent system which she had memorised.

Nightmare began making her way to the main vent and unscrewed the hatch, crawling in and closing it silently. She quickly made her way through the maze of shafts and soon reached the nearest vent access to her destination that she could. Unscrewing the latch she looked down at the floor, which to any normal person or stupid criminal, looked completely normal. Nightmare knew better though.

Pulling put a special pair of goggles she slipped them onto her head, over her eyes and pressed a button. The entire room seemed to light up purple with area's of red where the floor preasure pannel's were. Stepping on one would lead to automatic lock down and set off the alarm system. She smiled and slowly lowered herself down, focusing on the purple square beneath her surrounded by red ones she let herself drop, landing on her tip toes and bending her knee's to absorb the impact. Noticing the pattern of the sensor's she raised one of the lenses and pulled out a small canister, spraying it into the air to reveal motion lazer's. She chuckled to herself. This was a cake walk.

Anyone else would have given up but Nightmare was practically built for the chalanges she was faced with. After a few calculations in her head and noticing the patterns of the beem's she began to make her move, using her year's of forced gymnastic's as well as her thin fraim to her advantage as she bent and placed one hand on a purple square, using her feet to push herself up and bending to another square once the beem passed.

Continuing her almost artful ballet dance across the floor she smirked. Child's play. She sprayed the smoke up the stair's and noticed each of the red beem's that seemed to block her path. She moved to one of the rail's and placed her hand's on it, keeping her wrists facing one another as she slowly lifted herself, using her leg's to keep her balanced as she walked on her hands up the rail, soon reaching the next landing. This one had only floor preasure pad's so she slipped across them quickly.

This was beginning to get easy, almost too easy.

Soon she was at the museum's vault door. She was good with vault's though sadly this one was more of the crappier model's and she soon had it open, chuckling at the red beem's crossing the floor. She had just the tool for this problem. Nightmare pulled a roll of aluminum foil from it's hiding place and got to work folding up two pieces and sliding them on the floor through the beem's, tricking the sensor's into thinking that the beem hadn't been broken and pushing them out so she could walk. Soon she was standing in front of the case that held what she had sought for so long. After checking to make sure it wasn't rigged she poped the case open, reaching in and taking the stone. The instant she did the alarm was triggered.

Cursing silently she tried to make a run for it but was stopped by a figure in the vault doorway, resembling a giant bat.

"What are you supposed to be?" She asked, her voice snarky.

"I'm Batman." The figure told her. She tilted her head.

"Ratman was it?" Batman growled.

"Batman." It was clear that he was losing his patents. She giggled.

"Ratman's kind of a stupid name don't you think? Personally I don't like rat's." She smiled innocently and grabbed a canister of Nightmare Myst from her belt and aimed it at Batman. "Have a nice nightmare." She giggled and pressed the trigger. Batman quickly pulled out a gasmask and sliped it on, causing Nightmare to curse as he advanced on her. She mannaged to get out one of her dagger's, giving him a nasty gash across his chest before he grabbed her and slammed her into a wall, causing her head to spin and black spot's to dot her vision.

After releaving her of her weapon's and the spray she attempted to use on him, Batman cuffed her and, after putting the Emerald back, hauled her outside as if she was some disobediant mutt. After talking to who she assumed to be the chief of police he pushed her into his vehicle and drove off. She grumbled things under her breath the entire drive, mentioning something about how stupid rat's should learn their place in the world. Batman ignored her, driving across the long bridge that seperated Arkham Asylum from the rest of Gotham.

Soon Nightmare found herself being hauled out of the car, if you could even call the gaudy monstrosity that, and into the asylum. Once Batman had her checked in she was forced to change out of her ink black catsuit and into a dull grey asylum uniform. Once she had she was recuffed and taken to an elevator which they took to one of the lower area's. Once the door's opened she was taken to C-Block otherwise known as the Rogue Gallery.

The stupid rat made her march down the hall's, passed several cell's, each containing verious prisoners. Once they reached an empty cell Ratman, as she came to call him, opened the cell and uncuffed her wrists and shoved her inside, locking the door behind him and ignoring the jeer's that came from the other cell's as he walked by and left. Nightmare would get out of this place, all it would take is time and planning.

-Jonathan's pov-

Jonathan had been reading when the bat walked in, though he wondered why the caped crusader was there. He knew it wasn't one of the other Rogue's being brought back consittering they were all still locked away in their cell's. That must mean that there was a new Rogue in the city. He, like the other's, watched with curious eyes as a young woman with long black hair was forced down the hall to the nearest empty cell, the one right next to his own. She had pail almost lily white skin and was thin but not anirexic, more like the build of a dancer or gymnest or perhaps a swimmer.

One thing was for sure, she wasn't showing any fear. That sparked his interest as the female was lead to her cell. Once the city nucince locked her in he left, receaving Joker's normal jeers from within his own cell. As soon as the bat was gone they could hear the woman mumble something that suspiciously sounded like 'Stupid fucking rat doesn't relize who he's messing with. I'll show him what it mean's to mess with me.' Eddie, Aka The Riddler, was the first of the Rogue's to speak.

"You must have done something pretty bad to end up here. What did you do?" They could hear the woman chuckle from her cell.

"I broke into the Gotham Museum and almost got away with the Blood Emerald but the stupid Ratman caught me." She huffed. Everyone laughed at her name for Batman, even Crane himself chuckled.

"So what'cha name girlie?" This time it was Harley who spoke.

"Nightmare." She responded.

"Is that your birth name?" Edward again.

"No. I don't know my birth name." She said, the proud woman looking slightly ashamed. Harley and Ivy smiled at her.

"Aww. It's okay hun, we won't think any lower of ya just cause you don't remember your real name. Ain't that right Red?" Harley asked the red headed woman in the cell next to her's. The red head nodded.

"Of course we won't. How did you get that nasty cut and bruse on your forhead though?" Ivy asked her. He hadn't noticed it before but now that it had been pointed out it was clear as day against her pale skin.

"Oh, that was curtousy of our friendly neighborhood Ratman. He desided to slam me into the wall when I tried to spray him in the face with my Nightmare Myst. Seem's he was prepaired for me or had fought someone who uses something similar cause the moment I tried spraying him he pulled out a gasmask." That caught Jonathan's attention. She used a spray just like he did though he wasn't certen what it did though he could take a guess. He would have to talk to her later on about it.

Soon the others began introducions, starting with Edward who was across from her. Then to Harleen beside him and Pamela on the other side of her. Bane, who was drifting in and out of sleep was next, followed by Oswald and Victor. Then it was Jonathan next to her and across from Harleen, Jervis next to him, then Joker and Harvey with Waylon being on the end. She reintroduced herself to everyone.

Soon the guard came to tell them it was light's out and they all complied without much fuss. Soon everyone was asleep exept Jonathan. No he was laying wide awake on his bed, thinking about the curious woman on the other side of the wall. She was beautiful by the standerds of normal men, seemingly flawless with no visible scarring. Her eyes, though as black as her hair, weren't dull and lifeless like most of the eyes he'd seen. No they shimmered like Obsidian in the sunlight and even under the dull light's of the cell block her hair shimmered as well.

Looks like someone likes the new girl. Crane's eyes widened slightly as Scarecrow spoke.

I do not like her. He scoffed in his own defence. There was no possible way for him to be attracted to this woman. He had never taken interest in any woman before and he wasn't about to start now.

Well, one I never said it was you who liked her. I just said someone and implied it as you and two, Just keep telling yourself that. I bet she's cute when she screams though.

You're disurbing.

I came from you so that means you are too Jonathan.

Just shut up. Crane mumbled, glairing at the cealing. Scarecrow chuckled in the back of his mind.

You'll see Jonny, just you wait. Not long after Jonathan fell asleep, Scarecrow remaining awake, thinking of different way's to test the new girl.

~Chapter End.~

The idea for Doctor Crane's MPD, multiple personality disorder, came from ninjapoke's story Raggedy Ann who, in my opinion, did a great job and brought the character's to life in my opinion. The tin foil idea came from a show called Leverage, great show by the way if you haven't seen it. Well I'm off to start on chapter 2. Mydan! ~Adrian