Nightwing was patroling the bounderies of Arkham City. Keevra could see him a mile away in his black and blue uniform, it stood out. If she were Nightwing she would dress the way she was now. She was wearing her black leather jacket, it was zipped midway to reveal a gray V-necked shirt. Her beat-up blue jeans clung to her skin from the October cold. Her feet were getting sore in her crumbling, old tennis shoes. Keevra had abondoned her car two miles away from Arkham City. If the Gotham police came after her for homicide, she wanted her car as evidence that she was not at the scene of the crime. Her car was sitting behind an alley way in Garrett's apartment complex. For some odd reason, Garrett wasn't at his apartment. All of the lights were out. Weird.

The icy cold October wind blew through Keevra's loose hair. She shivered slightly, but continued her way towards the Joker's hideout. The fingers on her left hand clung onto her pistol in her pocket. She felt the cold metal as a reminder to what she was planning to do. She wasn't sure if it was the autumn weather or the fact she was planning murder that made her fingers tremble.

"Don't think of it as murdering the Joker," the voice in Keevra's head told her. "Think of it as. . . poetic justice. Lives are going to be saved. . . Starting when the Joker dies. . . "

Keevra was now a few feet away from Nightwing. She clutched her weapon tighter in her pocket as she started walking passed Nightwing. To her dismay, Nightwing started speaking to her. He blocked her path.

"Where are you going?" Nightwing asked Keevra.

Keevra stopped walking in mid-step. How was she going to talk her way out of this one? Knowing she had no choice, Keevra turned around to face Nightwing. Her heart was pounding in her chest as it beated faster.

"I'm going to pay a visit to an old. . . friend," Keevra lied. Nightwing crossed his arms. His body language clearly signaled that he did not believe her, even saw her lie straight through.

"Uh. . . huh. . . " Nightwing drawled the two syllabels. A moment later after locking eyes with Keevra, he gestured with his left arm towards the heart of Arkham City. "Your friend must be in trouble, huh?"

"Deeper than you can imagine," Keevra replied. She then chide herself for accidentaly dropping her coolness. She had let her rage slip into her tone. Dammit.

"Who's your friend?" Nightwing asked.

For some odd reason, Keevra wanted to trust Nightwing. To tell him about her plan. But then Charlotte's body flashed through her mind once more. Keevra didn't reply. She didn't trust herself to pull off another lie. Nor did she plan to continue talking to this petty excuse of justice. She turned to go, but Nightwing reached out and placed his hand on her left shoulder blade, giving her a gentle squeeze that was ment to comfort her.

"Don't go, where ever it is you are going," Nightwing said softly.

Keevra sighed. She really wanted to get this over this. To put this day behind her. She shrugged,

"It's too late."

Keevra walked away from Nightwing, going towards the Joker's hideout in the heart of Arkham City.

(NIGHTWING'S POINT OF VIEW)

"Batman," Nightwing commed his mentor.

A split second later Nightwing heard the familiar voice that was Batman.

"Nightwing?" Batman's version of a greeting.

"I think I'm going to need some backup," Nightwing replied.

"What's your situation?"

"I just saw this girl walk past me."

"THAT'S your situation?!" Batman snarled.

"Hold on," Nightwing said, cutting to the chase. "I saw this ordinary girl. Age is maybe late teens, early twenties. The girl just walked into Arkham City. I thought this odd so I stopped to question her. I asked her where she was going-"

"And?" Batman cut in.

"-And," Nightwing continued. "She said she was visiting a 'friend'. She got this weird look on her face after I asked. So I scanned her pulse. She was lying."

Batman stayed silent.

"Then I did a sweep of the rest of her and in her jacket pocket is an unregistered pistol."

"What direction was she heading?" Batman asked, clearly hanging onto every word Nightwing was saying.

"I put a tracker on her left shoulder. I'll send you her coordinates now."

Nightwing pressed a button on his wrist, a tiny bleep announced that the mysterious girl's coordinates had reached Batman's computer.

Batman's voice said after a moment passed,

"She's heading towards-"

"Joker's hideout," Nightwing finished Batman's sentence.

"I'll be there in five minutes, Nightwing. Wait for me."

(GARRETT'S POINT OF VIEW)

"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!"

Garrett cursed under his breath as he made his way to Keevra's apartment. She hadn't answered her cell after she had made her threat against the Joker. At first he had told himself that she would call back, she was just going to bathroom or something like that. But she never called back. Anxiety had taken over him as he desperately tried to reach Keevra. She didn't even reply to the twenty-something text messages he had sent her. So now he had to check for himself if she was still home, safe in her apartment. Another scenario went through Garrett's mind: what if Keevra had forgotten to pay her phone bill on time?

But if she wasn't home. . .

Garrett knocked on her door. No reply. He knocked again. There was no movements in the house whatsoever.

"Dammit Keevra!" Garrett cursed again for the hundreth time.

He reached into his jean's pocket, pulling out his set of keys. He found Keevra's key and unlocked the door. Upon entering his friend's apartment he cursed again for the hundred and first time when he saw that all the lights were out. Garrett bellowed,

"KEEVRA! YOU HERE?!"

There was no reply. His heart sank. This was not good. What if Keevra had ment what she ment? What if she really was planning on killing the Joker tonight? Garrett looked around in Keevra's apartment, just to make sure she wasn't there. Five minutes passed and Garrett was back in Keevra's living room. He sat himself on the futon while he thought what he should do next. Should he call the police? No, Keevra wasn't a criminal. . . yet. Maybe Batman? Big N-O. He glanced down on the side table. He saw a book laying there. Wait, it wasn't a just a book. It was a diary. Keevra's diary. . .

Garrett found a bookmark where the last entry Keevra had written. The entry date was today's date. Maybe it would tell him where she had gone. So he read under his breath,

"October 13, Friday.

The Joker murdered you, Charlotte. I can't sit by any longer as he runs free and Batman and the GCPD let him. It's time this city gets real justice, true justice. The justice this city deserves. I'm going to rid this city of evil once and for all.

-Keevra."

Garrett dropped Keevra's diary. It landed on the floor with a gentle flop! He dropped to his knees and reached under Keevra's futon. He pulled out the old shoebox she had shown him once. She kept her pistol in there for emergencies. Garrett lifted the lid and saw that it was empty. No pistol. No Keevra. Garrett stood back up, his insides tingling. He saw that Keevra's cell phone was on the side table.

The shoebox that kept her pistol hidden was empty. . .

"SHIT!"