A/N: K, next chapter! Thanks to all of you who read, followed, and favorited, and and HUGE THANKS to scribblescribblescribble. And to answer the question she had in case anyone else was wondering, I named Gilda and the other girls after the Rogues' love interests: Gilda (Harvey's wife), Grace (Harvey's fiancee from Batman: the Animated Series), Jeannie (the Joker's wife from The Killing Joke), Veronica (a socialite the Penguin had a crush on in Batman: the Animated Series), Alice (obviously, the Mad Hatter), and Chase (the Riddler and Dr. Chase Meridian had some chemistry in Batman Forever and that was the best I could find for him). This is because Madame Anastasia knows what the Rogues like and as such she wants her girls to appeal to them. Those aren't really the girls really names, just their stage names of a sort. Anyways, thanks and please review and above all, enjoy!

Oh, and before I forget, I'd suggest listening to "A Heart Full of Love," from Les Miserables while reading this chapter. I'm kind of basing the plot of this off of the musical. Anyway, enough talk. Hope you enjoy!

A Heart Full of Love

Taking a stroll through the graveyard at around three in the morning was suicide for most people in Arkham City; for Ana Andreyv, it was a typical Sunday morning. Those who dared to try and stop her learned quickly what a knife to the privates felt like, and consequently, learned not to cross her. She eventually stopped in front of two weathered graves and, after observing them for a moment, placed a paper rose on each grave, before turning and striding out of the graveyard, the two names on the graves shinning in the moonlight.

Sonya Andreyv

1972 – 1984

Andrew Araki

1960 – 1986


Later that morning, Ana Andreyv sat at her desk, filing through the paperwork stacked high on her desk, a cigarette in her hand and a half full glass of scotch nearby. Sighing, she removed her reading glasses and rubbed her head. She glanced at two pictures on her desk, before she stopped her work, dropped the still lit cigarette in her scotch, and picked up the pictures. One was of a young reddish brown haired little girl, about ten years old, with blue eyes and a pale complexion, worryingly skinny, but cheerful all the same. The second was of a handsome young Asian man, smiling cockily at her through the glass. She smiled back at the two, before shaking her head at herself. If she kept this up much longer, she'd start hallucinating. Then, a gentle knock on the old wooden door of her office grounded her in the real world.

"Come in," she called, and in wandered young platinum blonde Lucy, the youngest of Madame Andreyv's girls and possibly the youngest inmate in Arkham City.

"Madame, I have the inventory, set, and costume reports ready for your approval," she informed the older woman, who nodded in turn.

"Good, set them down," she instructed, putting her reading glasses back on. Lucy set them down as told and turned to leave, but turned back at the last moment.

"Also, Gilda and Grace are causing a bit of trouble again." The Madame looked up at the young blonde girl over her glasses.

"Conning?" Lucy nodded, and Ana sighed, rolled her eyes, took off her reading glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I vill deal vith them." Lucy nodded and turned to leave again, before swinging around again, a hopeful and tentative expression on her face.

"Madame, I was thinking–"

"No," the Madame said without looking up.

"But Madame–"

"No Lucy. It's for your protection." Lucy rolled her eyes and looked just about ready to shout at the older woman.
"Ana, please, I'm not a child anymore!" Madame Andreyv looked up at her youngest girl at last, clearly annoyed at having to discus a subject brought up many a time before.

"If you weren't then you would understand that everything I do, I do for you and the other girls. Now go." Lucy sighed and rolled her eyes, but turned and headed out of the room. Making her way through the halls of the theater, she passed costumes, sets, props, and girls who ranged from scantily clad beauties, to well covered girls with not a facet of beauty in sight, until she finally found a beautiful blonde girl with an absolutely blinding smile, who was in a back room cleaning guns and sharpening knives.

"Jeannie?" Lucy asked and Jeannie's gaze snapped from the guns to the girl before her. The older girl quickly smoothed back her hair and leaned on a crate of grenades.

"Yeah, Luc?" she replied.

"I need a favor." Jeannie grinned and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Sure. Anything."


"You know, when I said anything, I didn't think you'd mean wading into enemy territory," the older girl remarked, glancing tentatively at the Joker's goon patrolling on the level above them.

"I'm sorry, but you're the Joker's favorite and his thugs are less likely to shoot me if you're here," Lucy pointed out. The two of them were carefully making their way over the rooftops of Akrham City, fully decked out in black suits with knives and guns in their holsters, taking special care not to get noticed by the multiple gunmen who seemed to reside on every other rooftop.

"Fine, but you owe me," Jeannie stated.

"I have a bit of ecstasy in my safe. I'll give you some when we get back," Lucy said, making her way up a set of stairs.

"As tempting as that is, it's not what I want," Jeannie responded, her gaze going from Lucy's back to her backside. Lucy, however, took no notice and continued over the rooftops, before clambering down the fire escapes and tentatively.

"He should be around here," she stated.

"He?" Jeannie asked, but received no reply, as Lucy was observing a goon from behind a corner. Smiling, she whistled, and the young, pale brunet thug in his early twenties looked at her. Hurrying toward her, Lucy burst from her hiding spot and jumped into his arms, Jeannie collapsing against a wall as she watched them.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, putting her down.

"I was worried. You know what the gang war has been like."

"All the more reason for you to not be outside, do you know what these guys would do if they saw you?"

"I've lived in this part of town my whole life Michael, I know the risks. But I'm willing to take them for you." Michael held her head in his hands, before the two of them kissed deeply, Jeannie banging her head against the wall around the corner. Eventually, the two of them broke apart.

"You know, I could talk to her," she told her lover.

"Lucy," Michael warned her, but was cut off.

"She listens to me, Mike," Lucy persisted. "I could talk to her, maybe get her to make an exception."

"And what if she doesn't? What if she throws you out onto the streets for trying to change her mind."

"She wouldn't do that."

"You never know; things are changing and people are desperate Luc."

"We haven't changed." He smiled at that.

"No. I guess not." They kissed again, Michael, spinning Lucy around as they did. Meanwhile, Jeannie sighed, observing the happy couple from the corner, before muttering to herself, "Funny how no matter how hard ya try to impress a girl, it's never really enough."


An hour later, the two girls were headed back to the Monarch Theater. "What do you think the chances are that she'll notice we've gone?" Lucy asked. Her communicator sounded and both the girls paled.

"Judging from that: a hundred and seventy percent," Jeannie noted, and Lucy reluctantly answered it.

"Madame Andreyv, what do you–"

"Lucy, I know you and Jeannie are outside," the cross voice of Ana Andreyv interrupted.

"Madame, please, we can–"

"Don't. Besides, since you're already out, you can check and see if Tracy and Candy 'ave any new girls for us." Lucy smiled.

"Yes Madame." She hung up and turned to find the color coming back to Jeannie's face. With that they took off toward the Bowery, going fast enough so that even the few who saw them could never catch them. Eventually, the duo made their way one of the tallest buildings in Bowery to find two young women surveying the streets, two sniper rifles at the ready.

"Tracey. Candy," Jenanie greeted.

"Lucy. Jeannie," Candy responded. "Sorry, but no one new tonight." Lucy nodded, before looking down at the streets below.

"How is it?" she inquired.

"It's quie' tonigh'," Tracey informed them.

"I think they're waiting," Candy responded.

"For what?" Lucy questioned.

"The righ' time ta strike," Tracey said.


"Chase, how are our figures going?" Madame Andreyv inquired, bursting into the office next to hers.

"Please give me a bit of credit Ana; I'm calculating the rent and amenities for nearly a thousand women," the blonde in a tiny green skirt and jacket with a small purple top underneath pointed out, twirling a pen through her fingers.

"You're doing your job, now don't complain." Chase sighed and shrugged.

"Alright then. We're barely making rent and even if we manage to find a way to pay it, we'll have to start eating the sets or something." Ana immediately snatched up the files and began to look through the figures herself.

"I thought you said ve had enough food in storage to last six months."

"That was five and a half months ago. Plus you have to account for pilfering and such." She sighed, took off her reading glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Suggestions?" Chase shrugged again.

"Call in favors or ask for more time?"

"They von't like that. And ve have to keep them happy." Chase sighed and got up out of her swivel chair.

"Unless you can think of a way to come up with a million bucks in the next two weeks, we're dead." With that, she vacated the room and left the Madame to figure out a plan.

The Joker, Two-Face, and Penguin all had very different attitudes toward her, her establishment, and the rent they paid them to keep the fighting away from her business.

The Joker didn't care about money, but his men did and the last thing he and Harley needed was unhappy goons. Plus, he hated being snubbed, and was liable to react the most violently to such an insult as missing rent.

Two-Face was always indecisive. Once he got the month's rent, he'd flip his coin to see whether next week's would be double or half the rent she paid the others.

As for the Penguin… well, he was the most difficult. He and Ana had had a complicated relationship over the years. They both supplied the Underworld with objects and services that the criminals required, and as such, they often clashed when it came to business, especially after Candy and Tracey had taken refuge in her club.

Ana looked over the papers again: a million in two weeks. She sighed. There was only one way to do it; she'd have to dance again.