A/N: Okay, so here's the deal. Yes, i put the story in the batman section. yes, it takes place in gotham. However. I am not, nor do i claim to be, a Batman expert. I've seen maybe a few eps of the cartoon, looked at a few of the comic books, and watched the old-school movies once. I have seen the new ones, Dark Knight included. So is everything in the fic going to follow the exact storyline/ facts the actual Batman series presents? No, no it will not. For instance, later in the fic, the Joker will come into play.
And for the sake of my OC (mary-sue as she is), it will involve some factual changes. Nothing major, stuff I don't even know whether it's true or not (I'm leaning towards the latter on that), but changes none-the-less. Gang stuff, like ranks and symbols. Really, it's no big deal. However some people get really miffed about this stuff, so forewarnings and whatnots abound for all.
AU? Slightly.
And I'm not sure about the Scarecrow's actual personality. So I just made him crazy. The gas from Batman Begins went to his head, or something.
And with that, I thank you for reading this, and hope you will continue further.
Disclaimer: I do not own batman and co. In the least. Nonetheless, Ari is mine, and shall be kept thus. Thanks.
The rain drizzled down, not hard, however implacably annoying if you were not already used to it. It plinked and splashed off worn, careless buildings, gathering is puddles down the vacant alleys. As the lights flickered and dimmed, a young teenager stepped out of the shadows, securing the black sweat-jacket hood over her brunette hair.
The goal was, for this recently homeless girl, to get to the other side of the deserted street and down to the tarp-covered alleyway. With a quick neutral glance she made her way across, head down, hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. However this simple tract was never completed as a man appeared, and with a mad chuckle, sprayed a mist in her face.
The girl faltered but for a moment, sneezed, and made to move on hoping that whatever the man did, it wasn't too harmful. With a sudden flick of movement, he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her to him as she stared with shocked eyes.
"Do you fear my mask, little girl..?" He growled and shook his head slightly. The girl, whose name was Ari, looked in surprise and didn't answer. He jarred her by the arm insisting she look.
"N-not exactly. Lemme go already!" Ari glared and pulled loose only to be stopped by the harsh tug of her jacket.
"What? You're immune? Impossible! This batch, I perfected it! Yes, I did, the antidote can't have spread! How very odd..," The crazed yet calm man jerked her closer to him and before she could push him off slipped a cloth over her face; panic spread like fire but it was too late. She was out cold.
Ari's head was pounding when she finally awakened from the drug induced sleep. Blurry images ran through her mind as she tried to recall what had happened to her. Rain. A couple's faces. Coldness. With rising distress she looked around and found to her horror she was locked in a small room. It was completely white-washed and the only thing that represented furniture was the squeaky cot she currently laid on.
Her alarm multiplied as the heavy door was opened and a man entered the room. He was Asian with piercing blue eyes; a lab coat covered his clothes and he smiled coldly at her. Ari's body ached, she couldn't move; he was still smiling when the needle struck into her skin. She knew better to move: lifelong fears teach some things. She moaned and to her frustration her eyes were growing damp as the needle stayed intact. Blood test then; worse then a shot, but better then an I.V. Great.
The real torture didn't come until the next day.