The female stood on the set. Her head turned away from the camera. Only the side of her face flashed on the pictures being taken. This is what she had become. A model.

It had been a year. A year since she finally admitted to loving the one person who had been there for her through everything. One year since one man ruined it all. One year since her new identity had been made. One year since she had taken all of her money and ran. Ran for her life. He wouldn't leave her be. Not now that she had broken once.

The female turns to look the camera head on with the anger in her eyes.

"Love it!" the photographer cries, snapping away.

Now she showed off her scared back. The scars shaped like the wings of an angel. She had them filled in with ink. Black ink. Ink filling in the image of those beautiful wings spanning her whole back.

She turned her head away. Her now ink black hair falling into her face.

"Good. Now get in there, Vick," the photographer says while pushing the handsome actor into the set with her.

She turns to look at him. He's tall, built like Carl was. She turns her head away fast. He has a suit on. Like the ones her men wore. She left them. His suit consisted of black slacks, a white formal top, a grey vest, and a silver and black silk tie. His sleeves are rolled up to just above his elbows. The cigar in his lips was lit. A grey and brown plaid fedora rested on his head at an angle.

His black hair hidden by the hat. Hazel eyes look down at her. He smirks with the cigar in his mouth. He flicked his eyes over her.

She has on a black Lolita that was form fitted especially for her. Her golden eyes were made to stand out. She looked like a porcelain doll the way her black hair was put in ringlets to bounce down to her mid back. They had pulled her hair so it wouldn't reach her bottom in the front like it would if it were straight. White thigh highs with black bows at the tops, that showed just under the dress. The heels had a wide heel and were like platform Mary Jane's with big black bows of ribbon to tie the shoes on. Black lace gloves were on her hands.

She looked every bit the Gothic Lolita. Vick, or Victor, stood waiting for orders. The photographer was leaving it to them, unsure of what he wanted exactly. She looks up and grabs him. Gazing into his eyes.

"Perfect!" the photographer calls in pure joy.

Snapping away they stay frozen. Her lips curve into a dark, demented smile. Her eyes show a look of evil things she wished to do. She falls forwards. His hands quickly go to catch her. She got the pose she was aiming for. Her face pressed to his chest, like she was falling into his arms and her look facing the camera. Like she's hiding the evil in her eyes and her smile from the man holding her and aiming it at those looking on.

"Perfect, Maria! Keep it up! One more!"

She whirls and stops with a false blade to his throat and her arm extended, ready to slash him with her side to the camera, like her back and looking at the camera with only her eyes and her face turned to look at the man.

"Great work! We're done!"

The woman of only 21 almost 22 glides from the set. Leaving the man on the set. Cigar returning to his lips by the hand of his agent. She's stopped by the director. The man of around 40.

"Good. Now that the photos for the new posters are done we can get ready for the premier in Gotham, Maria."

She says nothing but looks at him. Her mind buzzing. He's smiling proudly.

"I don't go near Gotham," she drawls in her dark, smoky voice.

"You have to, Maria."

"I don't have to do anything."

"It's the premier!" he snaps. She doesn't show any fear of the man or a care. "You have to come. If you don't your career ends here!" His face is red.

She looks at him calmly. She stood taller than him.

"Why Gotham?"

She turns her head away sharply. Her agent rushes over.

"I told you! No Gotham!" she snaps angrily at the director. "I told you not to push her for information on her past!"

"Stop."

The female turns her head to look at he man slowly. Her eyes flash. Stubborn anger and daring in her eyes.

"It's about time I stopped running from them. I decided it when I said I would make the movie. They'll know it's me soon as they see the promotions."

The director sighs with relief. His leading female had to be there. His career depended on it too.