Authors Note: So I've taken your comments to heart and though this chapter is no longer than the other two I am working hard on making the next one longer for you guys. I'm glad to have your feed back an am doing my uttmost to make sure I stick to the characters as developed by DC.

Chapter 3

Staring at the Red Hood I waited for him to go for one of the many guns hidden on his person. I knew very little of the man except for the fact that Black Mask and him have a turf war going on for the selling of drugs and weaponry that started while I was in Arkham. I'm sure they smuggle anything else that can be sold on the black market too since its not a two bit organization. If I was wittier I'm sure there's a joke to be made about a guy calling himself 'the Black Mask' running the black market. To bad I'm not very witty.

"Well I'm better than chocolate," the Red Hood said as he stood menacingly behind me.

"Is that why your name and number is on the stall wall of the girls bathroom in the subway station?" I asked in hopes that my sarcasm will keep him from... well... shooting me in the face.

"Oooo aren't you witty," he retorted.

"I have my moments," I told him while flashing him a sexy smile.

"Is that why I saw you take fifteen minutes just to get on the fire escape?" the drug lord asked. I swear I could hear him smiling behind that helmet which I really couldn't blame him for considering that act in the alley was extremely pathetic and if he saw it I couldn't blame him for laughing.

"Oh, you saw that huh?" I asked more embarrassed than I'd like to admit. "Did you happen to hear anythiiiiiiing interesting?"

"I heard everything," he told me as my ears went red. Thank god I didn't blush in the face and my hair was over my ears. "I especially liked the part about steroids though I think you left out the whole taking in stray cats thing. That's what crazy women do right? Keep an unholy number of cats?"

"I'll have you know I greatly dislike cats. I don't like any animal that stares at you as it licks itself," I told the Red Hood very matter of factly.

"So if I were to lick myself you would send me away?" he asked with what I presumed would be an arrogant smirk and a raise eyebrow behind his hood.

"IF you could manage to lick yourself," I replied with an emphasis on the 'if,' "then you would have no need for the company of women. And IF you were to some how be able to do that and look at me I would be even more creeped out and throw you out faster than a cat. Now are you just going to shoot me and put me out of my misery or stand there and laugh at my foolishness?"

I turned my back on him then. If he was going to shoot me at least I didn't have to watch. What actually happened though was a surprise for me. He sat down next to me which led me to believe either he fell madly in love with the complete lack of people skills that I was currently displaying, or far more likely he had no idea who I was and assumed I was just up here because of the Batman and Joker fight that was raging. Apparently there had been a bunch of paper flyers dropped over the city by Joker which I assume was part of the whole 'getting Batman to the perfect spot to deploy my insane trap' thing Joker always seemed to have, I had seen the flyers all over the street but hadn't paid much attention to them since I already knew where I was going. But it was actually lucky for me that the Joker had killed all those trees for the flyers as those pieces of paper were what probably kept the Red Hood from shooting me under suspicions of illegal activity.

Looking over at him I raised my eyebrow as I was still pretty sure my body was going to hit the pavement relatively quickly if he figured out who I was. "Can I help you?"

"Your here to watch Batman versus Joker right? Why do you think I'm here?" he asked without me saying anything. As I went to reply with something vaguely witty Batman went flying down the street.

Tearing my attention away from the man with a motorcycle fetish to the street I began watching Batman some how jump to his feet which caused me to completely lose interest in the drug lord next to me. Sure the Red Hood had a body even I wanted to jump but as with the security guard at Arkham I want to be able to see their faces. So focusing most of my attention on the street below I only kept track of my enemy out of the corner of my eye.

The war raged on and I sat there watching Jokers henchmen swarm to attack the Batman. Every time Batman seemed to get a handle on things another swarm of 'clowns' would pop up. It was like a video game where Batman was going for a high kill count. Well except for the fact that he never actually kills anyone like Bane or Joker. Joker has killed so many people the city must have like four graveyards dedicated to his victims. Yet still Batman never killed the monster.

Sure I am on the wrong side of the law. I've stolen, trafficked, and basically done every drug related charge as well as pimping when times get hard. I was never a prostitute, though stripping has been one of my favourite careers. Yet still I only murdered the people who tried to murder me or someone else. If you try to kill people I'll happily kill you and sleep like a log at night. Well a log that snores, drools, kicks, rolls, and occasionally talks.

As bad as I am and as bad as the Red Hood is I've never killed an innocent nor have I heard of my companion of the moment doing so, though tha Asylum only got news when new convicts were brought in. Joker however, Joker deserved to die. That psychopath killed hundreds if not thousands of innocents and yet Batman just got him taken into custody where he would inevitably escape and kill more people.

That all being said I wasn't about to be the one that tried to kill the Joker either. I'm not that crazy. It would be like me standing up right now and telling the Red Hood I plan to take over his business, fucking stupid. I'd be shot dead faster than I could say my name.

While I was lost in my thought pattern the battle raged and just as it seemed like Batman was going to lose the Red Hood stood up.

"Well," he said in that sexy, sarcastic tone, "I have to jet. Enjoy the show."

Before I could say anything the man launched himself off the roof. I watch in stunned silence as he turned around in the air, shot a grappling hook onto the roof right next to my thigh, and slowed down enough to land on the ground and slink away into the crowd. I stared down at him in silence until, as if out of no where, Nightwing came flying past me on the same roof. Am I popular tonight or what?

Fortunately he was in a rush to so he merely ran by with a "hey gorgeous. I'll see you later." I scoffed but he seemed undisturbed by my reaction as he landed next to Batman and helped him finish the fight.

To see Nightwing was odd at the best of times considering he was in charge of beating the crap out of the creeps and crooks in Bludhaven. Clearly something important must be going down which meant Batman wouldn't be coming after me until it was resolved which would hopefully give me enough time to get a sturdy foundation for my organization. If I was lucky they would be hunting down the Red Hood and keeping him busy for me.

Normally I would finish watching the fight, analyze or record the way they moved to try and find ways to circumvent their attacks if they were later going to be used on me but not tonight. Tonight was my first day out of Arkham and right now I just wanted to go home. Sure it wouldn't be as exciting as watching the fight but after a run in with the Red Hood I'm pretty sure I've taken all the heart pounding action I could muster. Plus I didn't want to wait around for Robin to pop up. I'd already gotten past the Red Hood and Nightwing, Robin was just one more vigilante who might know who I am. Maybe I would be lucky tonight and Robin would have a cold but that seemed like I was pressing my luck. So I headed back to Eirik.

The climb down was infinitely less interesting than my climb up and the walk back was quiet given that the thugs were preoccupied with Batman being out an about. As I reached the Range Rover Eirik gave me his 'I'm glad to see you' nod which was only differentiated by every other nod by his raised eye brows.

"Can you take me home please Eirik," I asked him politely.

"I can," he replied as I hopped into the back seat and he went around to the drivers seat. "Now what's on your mind?"

"Nothing," I lied quickly, hoping he'd drop it.

"There's obviously something on your mind. You are only polite enough to use your please's and thank you's when you desperately want something or your lost in thought," he told me matter of factly.

He had me there. I couldn't deny my use of the word 'please' any more than I could deny being black haired and blue eyed. Some times having someone that close to you could be a right pain.

"I ran into the Red Hood tonight Eirik," I finally confessed, "and he didn't kill me. Well, obviously, but he didn't even know who I was. Plus Nightwing is in town which means something big is going to happen and it's probably not me."

Thoughts scurried around my brain as I waited for Eirik's insight into my predicament as we passed parked cars, buildings, tunnels and traffic lights. I waited a good long while and just as we pulled into the driveway of the crappy apartment complex I had bought before my stint in Arkham Eirik finally replied, "well, you're smart. You'll figure it out."

Thanks Captain Obvious. Either I figure it out, get a bullet to the brain or end up in a full body cast like the other unprepared psychos who took on Batman. Fingers crossed I would figure it out.

AN: So there you go, you got to enjoy my OC and Jason being awkward, well mainly Anna but you get the point. I do have a point to adding Nightwing and thought he only had a brief cameo today he might get a better one later. All depends which arc I go with right now I'm not positive but it will all come together in the end. Again I'm promoting myself by asking for three reviews. And did you know I have a Deviantart account? I do. I'm writing and drawing my own manga. If you're vaguely interested head over to .com I'm a better writer than artist but hey I'm all for shameless self promotion. Thanks for your time :D