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2: I Will Regroup
Getting back into shape was easier than I thought it would be, I guess because I tried to keep myself at least a bit strong. The week after JJ and my parents left for Oregon I was in training mode. I spent my days practicing my old fighting moves, throwing knives, and working out; my nights I spent figuring out how to make the right explosives to bust him out of Arkham. I had to be careful, because even though Jack did teach me a lot, it was all-theoretical since he never wanted me by the stuff. After that week Gotham began to change. There was a new maniac on the streets, and it was making it difficult for me to get all the supplies I needed. Those confusing chemicals. One more week, and Gotham was being held captive. A bomb that could explode any second and obliterate the entire city; no one could leave. I stayed focused. Only a few more things for me to steal, and then just finish the assembly. That is all. I thought of my Jacks constantly. My little man was safe far away from here, and my beloved was still in the city waiting to be rescued. I would rescue him. I would rescue him and kill whoever got in my way. I would bust him out and then we would swim across the river and get out of this place. The city could burn for all I cared. This city should burn for taking him away from me.
One night I knew I needed to break curfew. I needed to get a few things, and the cover of darkness seemed to be the best way to do things. I was going to try to get into that room at Wayne Tower. It was surreal putting on my old outfit. I didn't put on the mask, or the wig. Why would I need them? I didn't care anymore if anyone knew who I was. I loaded up on my knives and guns, the old lock picking kit. I threw on one of Jack's coats, because I knew it was getting colder out. It was nice to feel like he was close to me. I missed him.
It was difficult getting into the building, but I managed. I entered the room that I had stumbled into accidently years ago. I immediately knew I wasn't alone. There were many people, many more than I had expected. A bunch of men, they must have been with Gotham's new villain. I just needed to go unnoticed long enough to get what I needed. I silently made my way around the room, keeping to the shadows, trying to examine the materials I was passing. Nothing useful. Then I heard the voice. The dark boom of a voice that caused me to have a quick reaction. First I located the source, then I ran to the nearest thug and held my knife to his throat.
"Don't you know it isn't safe to be out past curfew, small girl?" His voice was so strange, but that was probably due to the mask on his face. Who was he calling 'small girl.'
Then she returned. The Stealing Siren was back, and she took over my body, "It's astounding. Time is fleeting. Madness takes its toll."
He laughed. "You threaten the life of a man that is simply a pawn to keep me from having you killed?"
I looked at the guy I was holding hostage. He didn't care? I dug my blade into his mouth, giving him a nice frown. The warm blood felt nice. Nicer than it should have, but everyone deserved to pay. "Anarchy, your wish is my command." I slid the knife into the poor man's throat.
The masked man laughed and motioned for his goons to attack. I had forgotten what it felt like. I had forgotten the clash of bodies, the impacts, the pain of a hit. I had forgotten all of this with my pleasant life filled with love. It came back easily though. The kindness of my past was gone. I fought with a blade in both hands, slashing away my loneliness. Whenever one would pull a gun, there I was to disarm him. I had just gotten through them, when a knife cut into my leg. I looked at the man, Bane was what he was referred to in the time leading up to the media blackout. There was another man next to him, who I assume threw the knife. I noticed one of the men I thought I had killed squirming. I walked over to him calmly, disregarding the master and his puppet.
"Mama, just killed a man." I placed my gun to the survivor's temple, "Put a gun against his head," I fired, "Pulled my trigger, now he's dead."
Bane laughed once more and turned around before addressing me. "You have promise young one, but I think you would be of little use to me." I was fleeing before he turned back, limping only slightly from the stab wound. I wouldn't make it home. I needed somewhere closer. I kept my gun out as I began to sprint. Where? Where could I go? Who could I even trust now? Who would be fine with a blood soaked me? Camille lived too far, who lived close? Andrew. My tattooist. He lived only a block away, if he was still there after all that's happened in Gotham. I ran even faster, now that I had a destination.
