Batman and Robin did not stay a dynamic duo for long. The newspaper soon added another member to the crime-fighters: Batgirl.
Violet's interest in them spiked a bit further. She'd been interested, of course, everyone in Gotham was. They were shrouded in mystery, which caused speculation. It was not like Metropolis's Superman, who, although without question a hero, was not as intriguing. Superman's powers were continually displayed; Batman's abilities remained in the dark, literally as well as figuratively. Vi was not even sure whether or not The Batman was human. So many things that he had done, saved Gotham City several times, and yet….They still had a large crime rate, while Metropolis had next to no problems at all. Surprising, really, considering that Batman had at least three times the scare factor Superman had.
Vi would casually come up with theories like the rest of the kids, but the day came when she wished she'd paid more attention.
~It's so hard to break yeah~
She wasn't quite sure what had happened, really. She was in algebra class, scribbling answers on a test sheet, when she noticed it. The faint odor. She sat up and sniffed, frowning. The next thing she knew, she was unconscious.
~There's no way to fake it~
When Violet came to, she was in a dark room, so dark that at first she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not. As her brown eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see that the room was windowless, and had only one door, a closed one by the front of the room. Standing by the door was a figure, sitting on a stool, sharpening a knife. He wore a purple suit and his face was very white.
She ran through a mental list of suspects before coming to the logical conclusion: The Joker, he must have escaped from Arkham again.
She had a quick moment of panic before she remembered to breathe. She remained on her side, stiffening as the Joker rose. He turned to the door and called out: "Harley, get in here. It's your turn to watch them! Let me have a go with that thing!" He swung open the door, strode out, and soon a young woman trotted in, closing the door behind her. White face paint, red suit, a comical hat, and a gun, it was unmistakably Harley Quinn.
It occurred to Violet that she wasn't bound. She looked around. No one is!
She wondered whether it was the villain's lack of rope, luck, or just the fact that the Joker was known as a nutcase that was the explanation for her state of freedom, but she wasn't complaining. She slowly rolled onto her stomach, then her elbows, glancing around for signs of life from the others. A few were stirring and waking. Violet ignored her blonde hair that was hanging in her eyes and crawled forward. She took a deep breath and pushed herself into a sitting position.
"You! Hey! Stop right there!" Harley cried in her high pitched voice, spinning. She flipped the gun out and pointed it at her.
Violet was now staring down the barrel of a gun for the first time in her life.