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Do you feel like a man when she push her around?- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Ash POV

When I had finally finished my little sudden burst of hysteria there was a silence.

"Wow girl you have got lungs" said Harvey.

"Are you alive?" asked Riddler.

"You put the term "I laughed so hard I fell off my dinosaur" to shame", purred Selina.

"Jonny did you let off some SmileX?" asked the Joker irritably.

"I'm sorry if I stole your scene J" I said, trying to patch things up with the psychotic clown.

"Don't call me J" he snapped.

"Fine then Mr. Grouch" I retorted. "Just don't steal Christmas"

I know that I was over doing the sarcasm but COME ON! I was stuck in a dark cell. Cut off from everyone and everything! I was stuck with villains! And they expected me to be all perky and happy. Look at this place! It's a dump! So excuse me if I get bitchy!

"ANYWAY, Selina please continue" interrupted Crane.

"I was going to say something but I can't remember sooo, okay" she said but this time she sounded like a teenager about to spill some MAJOR gossip.

I miss gossip.

"It all started..."

Her soft words made me close my eyes and picture everything with my imagination

It was a cold dark night and there was an eerie chill in the air. A girl was walking home and trying to shield herself against the cold with her long thick beige coat. She couldn't have been older than nine but her eyes held a past, had seen what no one should see especially at such an age. She turned a corner and ended up in front of a door that led inside to an apartment building. The snow was beginning to fall and the girl looked relieved to finally be getting some shelter but also a little scared of the shelter that she was entering. She stepped inside and started to climb the stairs immediately.

When she finally reached her door she looked around to see if there were any lingering faces and then entered her apartment still looking a little jumpy. Once inside she heard screaming and arguing so she took a peek into the living room only to see her parents fighting, when all of a sudden there was a smacking noise and her mother fell over. Her father was red in the face and a look of complete rage was on his face while her mother lay on the floor while trying to place a hand over the tender area on her cheek where she had just been slapped by her husband.

"Was that when it began?" asked Crane pulling me from my thoughts. I would have been angry but for once I was actually interested. I have never really been one for gossip even though I said I missed it but I just like the way people get really excited and I like being kept up to date but I NEVER talk about anyone behind their back.

I hate rumours.

Ah yes rumours. Before I was incarcerated here I was subjected to a huge amount of rumours but you know what? I don't care and for once I actually don't mind being in Arkham. Hm I wonder if the doctors would have a problem if I were to be moved permanently to solitary confinement.

"Yes it was and then it got worse until one day when I was coming home from school"

"And how was school for you?" asked Crane with his professional voice.

"The usual. Nerdy quiet girl gets taunted and bullied. I even had the huge hair and glasses to match" she replied sarcastically but we all knew that she was just covering up the sadness and heart break. I knew exactly what she was doing and the show that she was putting on wasn't just for us but also for herself because a part of her believed that whatever happened she was still somehow responsible even though she wasn't.

"So what happened then?" continued Crane.

"What happens to everyone else...she died because she let him have his way" she replied while I drifted back to my imagination.

The room was quiet and everyone had just left. The blonde haired girl was older now, around 15 and she was dressed in black while sitting at the kitchen table. Her father stumbles in and slurs "Are they gone?"

The girl doesn't look up from the table but nods in response.

The man just walks off towards the living room as if it were a normal Wednesday night and his wife hadn't just been buried earlier that morning.

"So what happened then?" asked Crane.

Damn I hate being interrupted, well others being interrupted but she WAS going to continue.

Impatient much?

"He made me his slave. I worked night and day. Cooking and cleaning. I tried to turn to my education as an escape but everywhere I turned there were people that just wanted to torment me but eventually I got away and came here only to have a murderer for a boss" Selina said quietly but she couldn't help but laugh dryly at the last part.

"When you say slave did he ever try to..." asked Crane a bit uncomfortably.

"Oh God no I ran and got beaten to a pulp whenever I expected that he wanted to" the Cat woman scoffed in response.

"And where did you begin your love for cats?" asked the ex-doctor curiously.

"I always loved them. They were my only friends in a way".

I clearly heard the reminiscence in her voice.

Sniggering came from the Riddler's direction after she said this and white hot anger instantly flared up within me. How dare he? It was a wonder that she was even sharing. I mean the way that Crane was trying to analyse her did same as if he was trying to fix her but what would he gain? An empty cell? Oh well people have their own reasons for what they do don't they? Well sometimes...

"When did you finally escape? How did he take it?" asked Crane.

"Well I had started a part-time job when I was 16..." began Selina

A grown up girl with messy tied back blonde hair was saying good bye to her co-workers at a coffee shop and just walking out the door.

The night was quiet and there was a warm breeze. The street lamps let off a warm orange glow along the pavement and no one was in sight.

The girl looked around to see if anyone was watching her but she also looked nervous and a bit scared. She stopped outside the apartment block door and entered after a ten second hesitation.

She walked up the stairs to get to her apartment and quickly opened the door and rushed inside. Once inside she ran to her room. It was empty with hardly anything on the dressers. Not a poster was in sight or anything that any normal teenager would have in their room. The girl reached down to pull out a bag from under her bed. She obviously didn't own much since it seemed to be all crammed into a back-pack. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the room to the kitchen. She went over to the drawer in the kitchen and produced a paper and pen. She wrote a quick note for her father to tell him that she was leaving and not coming back but that she would contact him. She felt bad for not telling him personally but she was too scared of what he would do because just last month he had given her a black eye when she had told him that the rent was due!

But just then she heard a grunting noise from behind her. She was terrified but she turned around regardless. Her father was standing there in all of his rotten glory (a vest and a pair of dirty jeans) he was covered in stains and was partially drooling.

This was going to be bad.

"Where do you think you are going?" he slurred.

"Out" replied the frightened blonde.

"You were just out and you haven't cooked dinner yet...WHERE IS MY HAM?" Shouted the drunk.

Before Selina could reply her father had gripped her hair and has bashing her head against the table. Again and again. Selina started to feel a bit nauseous and could slightly feel a wet substance in her hair.

"STUPID BITCH CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?" he screamed in her ear.

He grabbed her throat and started to lift her slowly from the ground.

Selina struggled feebly against his iron-like grasp and started to try and claw at his hands to make him stop but it was no use. She was starting to see black around the sides of her vision and these black spots were starting to increase until eventually her father threw her to the ground.

But now it was only kicking time. She tried to protect her stomach but that just gave a clear entrance to her face. That hurt even more.

She was sure that she would carry these injuries for months when this was over with but she WOULD leave tonight even if it killed her. She grabbed her father's leg as it came to attack her again and bit down as hard as she could. He yelped in pain and kicked her full force in the face. She made an attempt to claw at him but he saw it coming and kicked her in the stomach before she could move any further.

He crouched down to her level after he had decided to stop.

"Now this is how things are going to be run from now on .You're gonna quit that job of yours and you are gonna stay right here...got that?"

He didn't wait for a reply. He just picked her up by the hair again and whacked it off the ground and went over to stand by the door. Selina got up slowly and went over to the cupboard and began to take down cans. She was trying to find one that was heavy and that could do damage to someone's skull. Her father thought that she was beginning to follow orders again.

"I want my ham cooked properly...none of that rare shit" he stated as if cooing to a baby who is trying to learn to ride a bike and is trying to get back on after just falling.

Selina was getting angry and she knew that this just had to stop! She wondered over to the drawer with the cutlery and picked up a knife and a tin opener. She hid the knife in the pocket of her back hooded jumper and held out the tin opener to make the facade even more believable.

Her father turned around to go back to the living room and watch some more television. She tip toes in after him and raised the knife over her father. This man was her father! But he had beaten her sensless after he had done the very same to her mother and had killed her! If he didn't do this now she would end up the dead one.

The knife came down and the first spray of blood splattered on the wall and the television.

"So it was your first kill as well?" asked Mr Birdie.

"Hm yes...but I like to think that my first kill was myself" Catwoman said.

"How do you think that?"

"Because when I died and when I was reborn I completely killed my past-self and turned into who I am now"

At that moment a keys could be heard rattling and a door was slammed open.

"Alright Dent it's time to go back now say good-bye to your friends" one of the men dressed in white said in a snarky tone.

"Bye guys!" called Two-Face as if completely oblivious to the sarcasm.

"Bye" they all called back. Ivy said it as sweet as a housewife. The Riddler said it as if he had found out that he had just become a Dad. Catwoman obviously purred and the Joker muttered it in a low growl but that was probably because he was still angry with me.

Great I'm not even in the joint a day and I have to patch things up.

Oooh Joker is angry! Tune in next time to see what happens on "The Adentures of Arkham!"