Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight or any of its characters. I only own Stitches. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.
AN: Yes, Stitches is similar to Lily from my CreepyPasta story. THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. Just, similar.
BREAKING NEWS
"There's a new evil wreaking havoc on Gotham City. She calls herself 'Stitches.' stay away from her at all costs. This girl might just give the Joker a run for his money."
"Wow. That's really not a good picture of me, don't you agree?"
A girl standing at around 4' 11" smirked, glancing at her captive. Her captive nodded fervently. The twenty or so year old was sitting tied to a chair. He had cloth and tape over his mouth. The only sounds that came out were muffled. He was terrified of the figure before him. Anyone in his place would be. Including you.
For this figure, was the self proclaimed Stitches.
She had shoulder blade length, choppy black hair with red and purple streaks throughout. Her stature was small and lithe. She had muscle, and was not a force to be reckoned with. She was trained in hand to hand combat, archery, gun/weapon use, and explosives. But her very favorites were knives. Knives, swords, sharp things of any sort. She had long knives crossed on her back. You could see throwing knives along her waist. If you didn't pay attention, you'd think that this was all she had.
But that's the key word isn't it? Think.
She was dangerous. She was insane. Psychotic. Bonkers. Confused. Off her rocker. The list goes on. And I promise you she's heard it all before.
But the most terrifying thing of all, was her actual stitches. No one knew her backstory. It was like her record never existed. Along her right cheek from the corner of her mouth to her cheek bone, it was cut and dotted with dried blood. Stitches ran along the cut. They were messily done, most likely put that way on purpose. Across her left temple, was a two inch cut with clean stitches through it. On her left cheek down her jawbone, was a jagged scar. No stitches, just the scar. She wore green tinted goggles on her head. She had on a black and white sports bra, a solid black muscle shirt, black cargo pants, and clunky black biker boots. On a chair rested a black leather jacket with chains and zippers.
"We're going to play a game!" Stitches grinned.
The man furiously shook his head no.
"Awe no it'll be fun. Trust me."
Stitches had a maniacal grin on her face. Her stitches made it all the more terrifying.
"Your objective is to keep yourself alive, but holding on for dear life!"
Stitches produced a grenade from one of her many pockets.
"Such fun! Aren't we having fun? This Joker character will soon catch a glimpse of his competition. Life's no fun without risk and entertainment? Like you for example! Have fun! Toodles!"
Stitches waved her fingers and exited the room, pulling on her jacket as she did so. The man sat there with the grenade clutched tightly in his hands bound behind his back. If only he realized.
The grenade wasn't truly a grenade. It was a time bomb.
Stitches left the building into an alleyway. She climbed into the back of a van.
"Let's go." she called to the driver.
Once they were driving away, she pressed a button on a remote.
"Boom." she grinned.
Fire blazed the sky. The apartment building, no more.
Stitches had continued to raise chaos and disorderly conduct.
Just as she had been raised to do.
