DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DC COMICS AND THEIR CHARACTERS, BUT ANNA NARCISSA IS MINE HOWEVER.
CHAPTER ONE
"The New Girl"
"Where did you find her, if you don't mind me asking?"
"It's hard to explain, commissioner," the voice of a young man paused for a second. "She was founded by a group of teens, unfortunately they were killed by this—well—woman."
Commissioner Gordon looks over his shoulder to see the Batman walk into the waiting room of Arkham Asylum. He seemed bothered to see the Flash standing by the commissioner.
"Hey, Bats. Glad you're here. We need to talk," said the Flash.
"I know. I'll explain everything as of now," replied the Batman.
Later in the evening, Flash and Batman sat together along with the commissioner at a small coffee table. Batman immediately pulls out records and pictures. Within those pictures was the woman that Flash had arrested earlier. She was eerily beautiful with soft cheeks and beaming blue eyes. It was hard to believe this was the same woman he arrested earlier.
"So what's her story, Bats?" asked the Flash.
"Her name is Anna Narcissa, age twenty-three, five foot ten, and very dangerous," the Batman replied in an uneasy tone.
"You can say that again. Her powers they were unreal and yet felt very real," replied the Flash.
"What do you mean?" asked Commissioner Gordon.
Batman stares blankly at his coffee and sighs. "Anna Narcissa, has the power to warp reality with a powerful form of telepathy known as essekinesis. She's very dangerous Gordon."
"And you think it is wise to keep her in Arkham?" Gordon asked the Batman.
"Just until we find a better place for her to be contained that's all," said the Batman calmly.
"All right, I just hope you know what you're doing," said Gordon, he was clearly uneasy.
Rolling her down in a stretcher, Anna Narcissa was blindfolded; however, she felt comfortable even if she was strapped down unwillingly. She could hear people talking over her, saying such rude rumors. She frowned as one of them said that she was clearly crazy. But then another said that she should be contained along with the most dangerous of criminals in Arkham. Suddenly a loud laughter disturbs Anna deeply.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" laughed the voice.
"Quiet, Joker!" snapped another voice.
Anna quickly decides that the voice was of a guard and the other most be this so called Joker. Then slowly everything came to a stop. She felt hands grabbing her gently to becoming rough. She didn't have enough time to gain her footing and trips onto a cold damp floor.
I've been in worse situations than this, thought Anna.
She lay there quietly until the voices faded over. Anna's lips quivered as she removes the blind fold away from her eyes. With a sigh she turns around to see her neighbors. Many were already asleep, but another few were actually awake. Across from Anna was an odd looking chamber covered in some sort of fog. Then upstairs above this chamber were windowed rooms.
Like caged animals in the zoo. How fascinating, Anna's thoughts purred.
Then looking at her own surrounding she notices that the floor she stood on only had one rug and a twin size bed. She humored the thought of this room as her own tiny apartment. She pondered at what she should decorate this room to be.
"This might take awhile, but worth it," whispered Anna to herself.
Closing her eyes slowly and then putting her hands together. The inmates who were still awake heard a voice that was singing in a harmonious tone. Guards who walked by seemed to be deaf. Johnathan Crane especially took note of this. Then Jervis Tetch, Jonathan's cellmate heard this voice as well.
"I heard this song before," whispered Jervis.
"Oh yeah? Part of your Alice In Wonderland bullshit," hissed Johnathan.
"Oh, no, no, March Hare not at all. Actually it's a song sung in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," replied Jervis calmly. "And I must say what a beautiful voice."
"What are you two talking about?" growled a near by guard.
Johnathan fell quiet as so did Jervis. The guard then walks away snarling: "Crazy inmates, I swear . . ."
Though the singing voice suddenly became louder and powerful in tone. As the lyrics soon became apparent.
"Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
Explanation. . ."
"What a voice," whispered Jervis. "This voice it's as if resonating within the walls itself. Such an enchanting, almost enchanting as Wonderland itself."
"Tetch, shut up," hissed Johnathan.
"If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it
There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it . . ."
Slowly the voice was becoming harmonized with instruments, but where were they coming from. Johnathan immediately thought someone's radio was on, but no one was allowed radios only the guards were. The song continued.
"There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly
Wish to be . . ."
Suddenly a burst of light flooded Johnathan's eyes, but the song slowly came to an end. Screaming and the sound of guards calling in back up, but to suddenly become silent gave Johnathan an uneasy sensation.
What the hell is going on here? First music and now panic? Johnathan's thoughts were going what seems to be a hundred miles per hour. Scarecrow, where are you? Wait where's Jervis?!
"What in the Queen of Hearts court just happened?" asked Jervis.
Johnathan turns to Jervis only to ask him the same thing.
Something isn't right you moron. Go check it out, snapped Scarecrow at Johnathan mentally.
"All right," growled Johnathan out loud.
"What was that March Hare?" asked Jervis.
Johnathan quickly turns away and begins to pick at his cell door. "Nothing. Just need to explore Arkham. I need to figure out where that singing came from."
"Oh, may I come with you?" piped Jervis eagerly. "Maybe that voice could lead me to Alice, or maybe better it's Alice herself. Oh can I come with you Johnathan?"
With a irritated sigh, Johnathan grabs Jervis by the throat and hissed: "Fine. But you better keep your mouth shut, Tetch."
"Of course!" whispered Jervis happily. He watched Johnathan having trouble with the lock, until he gently brushed him aside. "Allow me."
With a hairpin he snatched away from Harley Quinn, Jervis was able to pick the lock with ease.
"God sometimes I hate you so much, but other times I'm actually grateful that I've met you," whispered Johnathan.
"Shut up, March Hare or else the Queen and her guards will hear you," Jervis snickered.
Once outside their cell, they were flabbergasted by an unusual sight.
They weren't in Arkham anymore.
"Jervis?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think we're not in Arkham anymore."