Right, there are some terms that I don't normally use since I'm not American. Those Americans who give a shit about my language and vocabulary and read this, sorry if it's not quite correct. I do use some American slang like 'Cookie' and I say 'Zee' instead of 'Zed'. People think I'm weird, lol. Anywho, yeah, enjoy the story. I shan't say the Disclaimer cos you guys are smart enough to know I don't own any of it except for Solace. Cheers.

I am called Solace. Some people know me by Solace, other know me by The Actor. Yeah, neither of them are very scary but they only describe what I do. My real name is Sony. I am a villain. I'm one of the deadliest villains in all of Gotham. Of course, I'm not top. The Joker is the top man around here. I pride myself in being Number 2. I happen… to hate Batman. Of course I do, it's what I'm supposed to do as the villain but I hate him beyond any petty status. I'm telling you this story because I've changed, somewhat. Well, not really but I've changed enough to realize some stuff, ya know, epiphanies and the like. I trust you with my life story. You better sit tight and suck up all the cruelty, irony and depravity I've got in store. If you don't like it, leave, be my guest. If any of you insolent, petty criminals think you've got what it takes to beat me, so be it. I'll be waiting. But let me tell you one thing; I'm a kick ass at fighting. Simple. Even your deformed, inferior brains can figure that out.

Now that that rant is over, I can speak civilly to the nice people who want to learn what it's like to be seen as the city lunatic. Well, other than the Joker of course. I'll start from the beginning. When I was a little girl, about seven or eight, I had a great life. My parents were happily married, my siblings and I got on fine, our lifestyle wasn't shabby and I had friends in my Elementary school. It was a pretty great period of my life. When I was about 11, my family began acting a little strange. Always yelling, my Dad would pull out a knife; my Mom would grab a plate and smash it over his head. Even my younger sister grabbed a meat cleaver and smashed it on my twin sister's foot. I was the only person left who appeared sane. I remember walking into the game room we had. I found my eight year old sister laying stone dead on the ground. I hadn't screamed. I had just stared at her body and marvelled at her lack of blood, though she had been stabbed roughly sixteen times in the chest. I had left the game room and shut the door, hoping my Mom wouldn't see me leave. Thankfully, she didn't. I had walked up to my room and sat on my bead, mulling over what I had just seen. Kayleigh was gone. I wouldn't have anyone to play Scrabble with anymore; she wouldn't help me make mince pies at Christmas anymore. I wouldn't have someone to shout at to get out of my room or to scold her for being too girly. She wasn't going to be around to be the nuisance of the house but she wasn't around to be the shining light either.

The next few months were hell. I was to turn 12 in just a few days and my parents were suspicious of my role in Kayleigh's death. They were my parents, for Christ's sake! They should trust me! They didn't even suspect Morgan. My twin sister was forever the perfect daughter. I didn't hate her but I didn't particularly like her either. As I grew older, so did my dislike for my family. My Dad had confronted me the day after my birthday, saying it was only right that I should own up to what I had done. What had I done? I wasn't even a teenager yet and I was to be trialled for murder! It was after six years; after the trial and my innocence was proven that my parents were killed in a car crash. I was in the car and I know what happened. My parents were driving my sister and me to Acting Club. My family had definitely developed some distaste for me ever since Kayleigh's murder. It was bloody pissing me off. Yes, I have some English in me. My mother is English. (A.N: Sorry, couldn't resist.) Anywho, we were literally one street away from our club meeting when my sister thinks it would be a bright idea to undo her seatbelt, lurch forwards, grab the steering wheel and hurl us into an oncoming ambulance. No one survived except for me. Ironic, no? I barely managed to escape and I was scorning myself for having no feeling towards this tragedy. I may have had the tiniest inkling of remorse in my blood, but that was it. And I hated myself for that. I would huddle under bus shelters, terrified to show my face to the public of fear of what they would think of me. Going back home was much too risky and I had no money. Stealing was necessary. I managed to live off bread and milk for a little while but I was much too thin. I stole a gun, in case I had to defend myself, and robbed a small newsagent's store. It was barely a shop, more a tiny corner stall. I had taken as much food and money as I could. By the time I was twenty one, I had robbed banks all over Gotham. I had no idea that I was being watched by some freaky bat guy.

He confronted me, while I was making an escape from a small time bank. "Who are you and why are you doing this?" To be honest, his voice frightened me a little. It was rough and raspy and I could tell he was merely putting it on. After seeing all of my family's dead bodies, I wasn't fazed that easily. "Call me Solace, hot shot. Or The Actor. Whichever takes your fancy." I said casually, glad that I was still wearing my Venetian mask. It's a mask that only covers my eyes; they're my favourite ones. That day, my mask was a dark blue with golden sparkles decorated around the eye holes and the embroidery on the edge. "Solace… You look young. Why did you take this path?" He asked curiously. I shrugged and pretended I didn't know what he was talking. He had advanced threateningly and I shrank back the slightest bit. "I'm a dangerous foe, Solace. You would do well to ignore evil and continue in the path of good." I'm sorry but I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Oh man, really?" I said finally after hearing him growling, "Sorry, but your last sentence was terribly cliché." I explained with a mocking tone. His patience had snapped and he struck me. I merely guffawed. "Is that the best you can do, hot shot?" I jeered at him. He stuck his foot out but I avoided it. He was a big guy. He was definitely strong but his movements were quite slow and he had to think a split second before he struck. Just as he was about to break my nose, I swiped my hand at his neck and he stopped for a moment, surprised that I had actually gotten a hit on him. To be honest, I had been a little surprised at the time too. I had to get away; I didn't plan on killing him anytime soon; that could wait until he grew boring. I needed a way to distract him and I used the worst and most random thing imaginable. "Oh my god, what kind of a bowling pin is that?" I had pondered aloud. I am still amazed to this day that he bought it. He spun around and searched for the unique bowling pin. I had used that as my chance to escape. That was my first encounter with Batman. Trust me, there was a few more.

I was being mugged by some random guy. I didn't really care since I didn't have anything on my person so I thought I may as well let him. I only had a knife with me, hidden up my sleeve, like a hidden blade. He hadn't found anything on my body that I could but that didn't stop him from trying to steal me. He could take everything he wanted except for one thing: My innocence. If he even tried to remove that, he would be a dead man. Sure enough, he reached down my jeans and tried to yank them down. I had thanked the lord that I was wearing a belt that night. Before he could even try to touch my belt, I flicked out my knife and put the tip to his eye. "Ohhh, now why would you want to do something like… that?" I asked mockingly. He whimpered a little and I spun us around so that he was cornered against the wall. "Now, now… behave…" I whispered softly. He gulped audibly and I began to cackle with laughter. I was really losing it, back then. "Now, I'm not happy that you tried to rape me…" I mumbled, "So if you were to take my virginity, I would have to take your eye out. You got that?" I said the last part menacingly. He nodded and pressed into the wall as much as he could to escape my glinting knife, terrified that it was a mere millimetre from his iris. I had let him go and delighted in his cries of fear as he staggered off. I hadn't been anticipating a familiar rough voice a few feet behind me. "You handled that pretty well." Batman said evenly. I turned to face him slowly and raised an eyebrow. He could barely see it, since it was concealed by my vibrant orange mask today, with a sun around my right eye. "You like to sneak up on people, huh?" I asked, a little pissed off that he had found me a little late. Even though I easily had that mugging under control, it would have been nice for him to step him try to make him stop searching my pockets. He nearly smirked but continued to watch me. "Go away." I said flatly, and turned on my heel to walk away. I was surprised he hadn't followed me.

My last encounter with Batman wasn't pleasant. It's the reason I hate him so much now. I had been trying to get a job to have an innocent identity, like a superhero… only not. I had gone into a large bakery and was applying for a job there. It was a two storey building, with a tea shop at the top. I was stuck at the top when the fire broke out. Batman arrived and saved everyone. Everyone except for me. He saw me, oh yes, he saw me alright. He looked down at me as I stared back at him with a defiant eye, almost daring him to leave me there. He hadn't recognized me but I had a feeling he saw me as familiar but not in a good way. He could hear a child crying underneath a table on the other side of the room. He had rushed over and picked up the kid, leapt out of the building and left me. The building half exploded a mere moment after he and the child escaped. I had major burns on my back and a large scar under my eye. I had remained in hospital for three months and then was allowed to leave. I detested Batman from then on. He had nearly killed me because he had failed to remember that there was a young woman stuck under a table because half of the roof had collapsed on her. I never took off my mask after that.

Right, that's there is to tell really. You'll just have to find out what's happened now and how I've changed.

Thank you for reading, if you got this far. I don't want to make this OOC and fluffy like all my others. I'm working on 24 stories (no joke). Four of them are for . I've been suffering from insomnia and that is when I usually write my stories. These are the stories (characters included) that I'm working on. Only ones for FanFiction by the way.

She Came From The Heavens Above – 2D and OC (Gorillaz) Chapter. Only plot has been made a little.
What Makes You Think That…? – 2D and Noodle (Gorillaz) Chapter. Only plot has been made a little.
Be Careful – Jack the Ripper. (It's an idea I was pondering for a while and I don't know whether to go through with it. He's horrible, yes, but he fascinates me too. PM me if you like this one.) Chapter. Chapter 1 has been nearly finished for a while.
I Wrote Romance Not Tragedies – Brendon Urie and OC (Yes, I love him. I've decided it shall start off as a one shot or a two shot but if enough people review then I'll morph it into a chapter story. I've already figured out most of the plot, as in three quarters of it, so it won't take long to complete. Very fantastical) One shot until further date. Plot and most of chapter 1 is done.
Fool – Ichigo and Rukia (Bleach) It's a one shot but it isn't coming together right… Nearly done.
I Don't Like Him – 2D and Noodle (Gorillaz) Yeah, it's another one. I had a phase. One shot. Started.
Lips Are Sealed – Chris Mead and OC (Waterloo Road) Okay, I HATE soap operas but I still love this teacher. Obviously, it's a teacher/student. Beware: Fluff and OOC. Chapter. Chapter three has been started.
My Name Is Jonah Star – Cameron Frye and OC (Ferris Bueller's Day Off) Yay, it's another one! Different to Take A Stand, by the way. Same plot but different character and ideas. Chapter. Chapter one is nearly complete.
My Unintended – Matthew Bellamy and OC (Muse singer, guitarist and pianist) Chapters 1, 2 and 3 are up and have Writer's Block so don't expect a chapter any time soon. Chapter.
Nothing Compares – Cameron Frye and OC (Ferris Bueller's Day Off) Yearp, it's another. Writer's Block in chapter 2 since chapter 1 was so eventful. Chapter.
Oliver Wood You Leave Me? – Oliver Wood and OC (Harry Potter) Chapter one is complete but have Writer's Block again. Sorry for my lack of imagination guys. Chapter.
Sparring With Starring – Tom Riddle and OC (Harry Potter) Only plot has been done but it should be okay. Contains fear and sexual content by the way. It shall be rated T if it 'hits the shelves'. Chapter.
J is for Justice – L/Lawliet and OC (Death Note) Chapter one is on Wattpad but I'll put it on here too pretty soon. The first chapter is very eventful and confused one reader. By the way, it will contain attempted rape, death, murder, possible cannibalism, fear and sexual content. Don't say I didn't warn you. Chapter one is to be re-written and posted on here and I need to sort out a basic plot. Chapter.
S ELF Less – Legolas and OC (Lord Of The Rings) Couldn't resist, sorry. Chapter one is really long if I remember correctly and very busy. As you all know, I like to get straight down to it. Chapter.
Blinded By Revenge And Romance – Sweeney Todd and OC (Sweeney Todd) Chapter one is complete and Chapter 2 is nearly done. As you can tell, I like OC's more than real characters. I used to love the idea that Mrs Lovett and Sweeney Todd could be together but I read my first OC story and it changed instantly. Chapter.
The Need For Survival – Akito and OC (Fruits Basket) I was obsessed with that for a while. I'm not even halfway through Chapter 1! Chapter.
The Only – Yuki and OC (Fruits Basket) Chapter one is complete but I still need a plot line. I have a cool little magic thing for them and 'Destined love' but that's it really. Chapter.
The Science Of A Sociopath – Sherlock and OC (Sherlock) I was really pissed off with my Word system. I had two good ideas for Sherlock and I had two chapters for both. My laptop restarted randomly to update and they were lost. I'll tell you both the ideas because I can't decide. #1: OC to the plot of Study In Pink. A holiday as well, just for her. Her name is Lydia by the way. I do love that name. #2: My own crime where Lydia is getting stalked by some guy who was 'murdered' and has a shrine of her. Her tales of woe and love. Sherlock will be a little OOC and fluffy but I like it when they are. :3 Both will be chapter.
Tron : Split – Rinzler/Tron and OC (Tron : Legacy) I have most of the plot line and 2 chapters. Quite Adult, if ya know what I mean. Blatantly, you will. Chapter.

I have a few that don't have names or any kind of plot line but just stories I want to write. Sherlock Holmes (The Movie with Robert Downey Jr.), Professor Layton, Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon movie), Lucien Lachance (Oblivion : Game), Baurus (Oblivion : Game) and that's it, I think. This probably bored you stiff but PLEASE PM OR REVIEW (That would be preferred) ME TO LET ME KNOW WHICH STORY YOU WANT MOST! In fact, give me your top three stories you want me to make and I'll go with the majority vote. I'll have to watch the film/read the book/play the game to get inspiration. Then I'll get obsessed and I'll be on a roll. I think that whether people like it or not, I'll continue with Brendon Urie (If I choose to make it a chapter, correction, if YOU choose it) and The Joker story too. Nothing personal but they could really go somewhere, I think. Cheers very much if you read this far and my apologies that it was SO short. Three pages are not long enough but I'll work on it! I swear it shall be longer next time. The Joker will be introduced soon, promise! Cheers folks. Peace out.
Luna