As the Music Meister made off with Black Canary in a burlap bag, he realized he was not a very good liar, even to himself.

She weighed only 150 pounds, but she still struggled against the confines of her theoretical cage as if she weighed 2x that. He had actually knocked her out, but after a few run-ins with Gotham's police force, she was awoken. They shouldn't have been after him, however. He planted the idea in all of his inmate allies' heads the idea to go after Bruce Wayne, the richest, most famous man in all of Gotham. Of course, he knew that he was sending them on a suicide mission; no one could ever get the drop on Bruce Wayne without millions of barrels of police commissioned guns placed behind their head. Hush, a very...very impatient criminal was hell-bent on taking out Wayne. This, however, was no skin off of his back; he only wanted freedom.

He gained it, but there was only one snag in the road, and that was his unrequited love for one Black Canary.

He stuffed her in the trunk of his stolen Firebird and drove away from her and Green Arrow's joint neighborhood of Sunny Hills. The Music Meister had broken in just as she was changing into her nightgown, so he scraped up what little respect he had salvaged from Arkham and sat silently, unwilling to watch, and waited for her to be fully clothed, and pounced unexpectedly on the womanly beauty.

Sounds of her attempts to escape could be heard, but he merely wanted to drive into the deep forests of Gotham. There, his summer home was left standing after years of vacancy. His family had deserted Gotham after a small amount of time, leaving him with his much more humble, and much poorer auntie and uncle. He attempted to live the simple life, but as he explained in his first big time criminal exploit, his world was plagued with bullies and ruffians, and as he discovered his power of hypnotism by song, his well repressed rich kid habits re-emerged and ultimately led the way in his attempt to reign supreme over the Earth...

And after decades of aloneness, the home will be the settlement of the Maestro of Villainy once again.

It seemed as if he scorched the ground attempting to hurry to his home before dawn...a certain fantasy called his name: to watch the sunrise with the love of his life, Black Canary. As he passed row, after row, after row of trees and a long winding dirt road, the ball of gases stealthily rose higher and higher, and he realized he would not make it. No matter...maybe it was best they didn't do such things on their first date. He pulled into the driveway and watched as the manor rose higher into view. It was not as big as say, Wayne Manor, but it did just fine for a wealthy family of three.

The house stood exactly in the way of the sun in the morning light, which provided a beautiful view of the countryside from the attic's glass window. That is where Black Canary would stay to watch as the moon climaxed in the sky above, as the stars would twinkle in the sky yearning for the ones in her eyes to return to them.

Oh! How these thoughts made the Music Meister swoon with ecstasy! He gently cradled his love from the trunk as she had fall unconscious from the numerous bumps and jumps and turns and jerks. He would cook her breakfast. A german omelette with swiss cheese, goose eggs and a cheese sauce that could make even Batman smile with delight. His mouth watered again and his mind ran wild almost making him run into a stone column beside the door, but he regained his composure, side-stepped it, and walked right in. unknowingly, he had prepared this house to be occupied by himself and Ms. Canary from the moment he got out of Arkham. Strange enough, at that point in time, he still believed he harbored no ill will, and now, at this very moment he was carrying her limp body into the house to be tied up and spoon fed. How ironic.

He felt the urge to sing, and he let it loose...

"Oh...Ms. Canary...
So very...
Very gentle..." He made his way up the stairs to the attic as the stairs creaked to his pattern, "To see you again...
Is like a dream...
As I see your face,
So soft with its beauty...
I can't help but to reminisce...
You are a hero...
I am but a villain...
But my love cannot sway..." He laid her down on a cot just big enough for her to sleep in and sat and marveled at her face, "So stay...my love...and never leave...just stay, my love...and be mine...Ms...Canary~..." He kissed her forehead and activated the straps to hold her to her bed. He gave her one last look of pure sympathy and vanished to the kitchen. He was quite famished after his night of rebirth and thus, a meal was in order.


He very slowly pranced up the stairs with a light foot and sat beside her bed, injecting an anesthetic into her mouth that should have disabled her vocal chords from reaching her highest frequency. This woman was Black Canary, a superwoman with a delightful voice when entertaining, but a destructive force of nature when in danger. If she was to do anything when she awoke, it would be to sonic blast the Music Meister and escape using her wits. As much as he hated having to capture her and forcing her into his care against her will, he couldn't let her escape either.

Oh! What had he done!? He dropped the syringe and forced himself into the corner in a quiet frenzy as he watched a slowly waking Black Canary shift her head. What had possessed him to do this?

"Oh, boy...oh, boy...oh, boy..." He paced back and forth trying to figure out a possibility that she wouldn't sick her superhero alliances on him, but all of them turned up negative.

And then he heard it.

"Music Meister...?" Her voice washed over him much like that of a songstress, but this was no ordinary songstress...Her Georgian dialect broke through her surprise and her kidnapper had suddenly forgotten what he panicked about. It all seemed miniscule compared to her radiance.

He turned around trying not to smile with glee as her face was stricken with amazement...and embarrassment, "Oh, what fun is this..." She scoffed and turn her head away, but he was not disappointed in the slightest.

"You're beauty has not changed one bit, my dear..." He reached in the stroke her cheek, but was met with her trying to bite off his finger. He quickly pulled away and wagged his finger in front of her face, "Don't bite the hand that feeds you, Ms. Canary, " He held the omelette he fixed and picked off a piece with a fork, "Here comes the train~" He pushed it into her mouth only for her to spit it at his face.

"Then I'll just spit the food at his face then, no?" She smiled dubiously, still very resilient and feisty. He wiped the food from his face and turned on the tv as he kicked back in his own chair to finish the breakfast, "You broke out of Arkham didn't you, hun? Capturing me won't be the safest thing you could do even without being in your situation..."

He wiped his mouth clean with a napkin and sat back, "I suppose, but you see, I'm not the only other villain from that prison to escape. I orchestrated the entire debacle. From the morning rat scratches to the very last blood curdling scream I heard as I crawled to freedom. So you see, my dear, I have no need to worry. Your "hubby", Green Arrow, will not be here. He is very occupied with Batman, as I predicted, to be cleaning up the criminal, disease ridden streets of Gotham. It is just us and whatever symphony we decide to work together to create."

"You're insane...!" Black Canary pleaded.

The Music Meister jumped from his chair and tossed his plate to the wall, shattering it to pieces, "That's just it! That's why I escaped! The world I was living in...the underworld, you squeaky clean heroes called it. Endless...endless suffering. My voice was reduced to nothing! Quieted! Silenced! For three years! All because of some stupid money!" He grabbed Canary's face and held it still, "THAT,Black Canary, is the real "insanity!" He released her face and flicked away a strand of hair that was covering his face. Oh how he hated that.

Once he was silent, he felt he heard a faint sound amongst Black Canary's body. Her face remained unchanged and skeptimistic, but as he scanned her body, he saw that she was trying to use her fingernail to pick the lock on her wrist.

He let himself get worked up for nothing. It wasn't worth it; how could she of all people understand him?

"Forget it." He released her from her chains and threw her onto her feet, "You're free now."

He pointed down the stairs, "Get out."

His victim looked rather astonished, "Excuse me?"
He rushed her against the wall and cornered her looking deep in her eyes with a very thin overlap of tears covering his eyelashes. He spoke in very low, but seething with rage tones, "I...said 'Get out."

Inside of his head, this seemed like the most ludicrous thing he could do, but he could no longer look at her. He could no longer look at himself. The Music Meister wanted to be left alone. He wanted solitude. Somewhere in his broken psyche, he wanted to go back to prison...

She stared into his eyes and shifted away from his body while his head remained fixed on the spot where her eyes had just been.

He could not bear to look as she stepped down the steps and further and further away from his grasp.

If this was what freedom felt like, Arkham was indeed a safe haven for criminals.


A.N. I'm sure most of you have already realized I'm taking a darker turn on this story, and I'm especially sorry for the horrible song. I'm still debating on whether or not to put this fanfiction in the same format as the episode; ya know, song, plot, song, plot. I'm not a song writer even though the songs are what made "Mayhem of the Music Meister" so profitable for the shows producers. We'll see as the story progresses. I may tweak a few details and add my own touch or two, if thats acceptable.

Anyway, thanks you guys for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter!

So...
Kawind OUT!