AN: Hi. So... ive definitely been neglecting this story. It was my baby, but I gave up on it because I was going through some crap. Im really sorry. That last chapter was legitimately bad - Dani wasn't really...Dani. She was me. So,i'm going to re-write it again xD. Pleaseeee stick with me. I'm different now. I promise. (thats what they alll sayyyyyy xD But I mean it... really. :]) If I dont, i want you all to unsub. me. I will post another one on Monday, and it WILL be longer.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Batman character. And Andrew and Dani are mineeee. I keep them in my closet to poke with a stick when i'm not writing.

Lying is the most fun

As I force myself to walk completely into the warehouse, total disgust overpowers my senses as I sniff the air. I hear a pained scream, so I stop walking for a second to look up. When I do, my eyes widen in shock and fear. Even under the dim, florescent lighting, the ground sparkles with the massive amount of scraps of metal, broken beer bottles, and crooked nails covering it. " Absolutely beautiful..." I mumble cynically, and keep looking for the person who shouted in pain, vaguely worried. ...What am I going to do if I FIND them? Tell their bleeding body that i'm worried about it? I don't have anything to heal with.

Boxes with staples poking out the sides, with guns stacked on top of them, line most of the walls, I note to myself. A TV consistently blares from somewhere, its sounds almost blending into the roar of people talking, laughing, and yelling.

Someone screams again, and I sigh in defeat. Great. I guess a crazy man would have crazy goons, too... I shake my head side to side in utter contempt. Breathing in slowly until the air stops coming into my lungs and exhaling sharply, I warily continue to walk forward. how am I going to survive this?

A second later, my van-clad foot slipped out from under me due to some liquid that had blended really well into the concrete. Instantly, the world seemed to slow down. I could literally feel my pupils dilate and my eyes widen completely; meanwhile, this sudden, pleasurable rush of fear and power coursed through me.

I was falling to my probable death, and I loved every second of it.

Eyes traveling as fast as they can, I desperately search to find some way to save myself. I reach out blindly, my arms passing slowly in front of me, confusing my brain but allowing me to grab the side of a wooden table nearby with both hands. My legs slide under the edge, and luckily, someones foot got in the way of me sliding all the way under and onto my vulnerable back, which would have negated the whole point of the grabbing the table thing. While my heart beat slows and time speeds up again, I realize, It smells like male.
I cant be that unlucky... Denial floods through me.

I start to slowly, fearfully drag myself up when the whole table bursts into laughter and a gruff voice yells out from above me,

"hey, asshole! That was my foot you just slid to, not fucking home base!" And so, my poor heart picks up speed again. A hearty guffawing commences around the table as I scramble to stand as fast as I can. Breathing heavily, I look side to side scanning for any possible way out of here, before settling on the man in front of me, helplessly. His face is a blur of masculinity... I barely register his huge, knotted mane of brown hair and cruel, green eyes underneath my anxiety.

"s...s..orry... man" I stutter out, unable to completely remove my total distaste of men from my voice. Anger flashes in his eyes, and he stands, pushing his metal chair behind him. A horrible screeching sound emanates from the sudden motion, causing me to twitch and close my eyes for a second as hennas bleeding face flashes in front of my eyes. Pain

I open my eyes again as fast as possible, and it seems like all fury was drained out of his body while I had spazzed out. so now hes just staring in open envy... of nothing. "Christ. Where do you get your drugs? Tell me your dealer."

I blink. "wh...at?" I force out.

"where do you get your cocaine." He repeats slowly, like i'm retarded.

His head tilts to the side curiously. I open my mouth and close it again several times, confused.
co...caine? A nervous, ugly "HAH!" pops from my lips. Another lucky break, I guess...

"Dude, Ian, calm your tits. He's obviously too drugged up to even know what you are saying." Another male. This one is pale and thin with black, dead eyes, a shaved head, and huge, self done gauges that make his ears pussy and red.

"But I feel like crap, Andrew" He said mocking the other male's semi-whiny, but still masculine, voice. " I need a hit."

I stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Hennas lectures rush through my head. I shouldn't even be here right now... I might get raped. What if they ask me to take my clothes off? Or rape me because i'm not talking?
"Hedied." My words ran together out of fear.

"Damn. My dealer died last week, too - except he was as expensive as shit and his drugs were worth a shit-load less than what I payed for." Ian says, looking me up and down with contempt and longing. "Nice clothes, by the way. You steal them off a dead ma-?" Andrew glares at him and interrupts.

"Hey. He probably doesnt even remember his own name right now, Stop screwing with him because you are jealous that he got to a good dealer before they got offed or taken in by Batman."

My head raised in hope at the word. Batman. Batman will save me. He'll discover i'm gone and try to save me. I hope he realizes that i'm not just depressed again.

"See, Ian?" He said leaning over and staring into my eyes. I glance away. "Hes not all here right now." He places his hand on my shoulder, and I try to jerk away, but he doesn't let go. how tight is he holding me? Oh shit. Hes breaking my shoulder.

Andrew turns me towards the other end of the hallway and he mumbles to himself " I swear, you either never eat, or have a serious, long-running drug addiction... you're so...tiny. How are you even one of the Jokers favorites? I want a fucking mask... Fucking awesome looking. Like... incognitoooo. A clown-ninja." His mumbling made the silence slightly less awkward.

I attempt to scan the ground and avoid more invisible water puddles as he rapidly pushes me further into the warehouse. i'm going to get raped. or killed. Either by one of these grunt-workers... or the Joker.