Another chapter, please enjoy. Also pathobiology is real, google pathobiology and University of Toronto and you'll find the faculty. It's a rare program I guess that focuses more on the biology part of pathology. But I will just refer to it as pathology though. BTW I'm not in the program, I just get bored easily so I read all of the programs in the University of Toronto book of programs... good times. ANYWAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEW That-One-Review, I really do appreciate it! The song lines used are not mine, they are "Hello" by Evanescence, "42" by Coldplay, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach, "Skin" by Rascal Flatts, "Unwanted" by Avril Lavigne, and "Paper Planes" by M.I.A. Oh and I still don't own Batman, just Singer and Jessica. REVIEW PLEASE! And enjoy!

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"My name is Viral, and I killed every one of those people who died," Dr. Sato's face filled the screen as she leaned into the camera with an insane smile and giggled slightly before she was dragged away from the camera.

Bruce Wayne paused the recording, and he spun around in his chair to face Alfred who had just walked in. "Another criminal with extreme mental problems Alfred, am I causing some sort of trend?"

"You mustn't think that Master Bruce, there are many different factors that cause disorders, but I do not believe trying to save a city dressed as a bat is one of them," Alfred tried to reassure Bruce.

"This can't be a coincidence, first Crane snapped then the "Joker" tried to bring down the city for no apparent reason. Now this copycat terrorist," Bruce complained.

"Copycat Master Bruce?"

Bruce nodded, "Successful scientist at the CDC goes from earning over 400 grand a year to living in a cell in Arkham Asylum? She clearly wanted her minute of fame. The news rooms will have psychiatrists in to examine the woman and soon all of Gotham will realize that the woman that killed 18 people did it for fame. And then the anger will come."

Alfred decided to put forward his advice, "Well, if this woman is confronted with being a copycat, she will lose the one thing she wanted. And if this happens Master Bruce, I don't think this will end well."

"COPYCAT?" Jessica howled, she gripped the newspaper in her hands tightly. The words almost seemed like they were flying off the page and circling and mumbling to her.

"Dr. Jessica Sato, also known as Viral, her mind set broken down out by experts." Another, "After careful examination of interviews experts claim that Sato, who was mentally unstable before, was simply following in the steps of Joker." And they went on, "Did Joker really win? Are more normal citizens falling apart due to him?"

She tore apart the thin paper in furry, her nose started to bleed again. The crazed doctor began to tear the larger parts into smaller pieces while mumbling.

"Copycat? He inspired me, I never copied that bastard. I did it all for myself, so anyone who causes terror is now copying Joker?" She threw the tiny pieces away from her before screaming, "Fuck those idiots, there all just too stupid to see a real threat!"

She stood up and walked around in cell. They were all comparing her to someone else, and they wouldn't let her just shine. It was because she wanted fame, not trying to follow someone's footsteps, or retribution. Why couldn't they see it like she did? Oh she'd show them originality, as soon as she got out; she'd show them the real meaning of pain and suffering.

Jessica lay on her bed, curled in a ball shaking from the chills. Despite how tired she was, her eyes were wide open. The pain pushed against the inside of her chest, as if her heart was about to explode.

"Why? Whyyyyy…" she moaned the word barely escaping her lips. She heaved again into the bucket next to her which smelled acidic and rotten. The pain was excruciating, but necessary if she wanted the cure. She dug her nails into the bloodstained sheets, and moaned.

It had been about 3 days since she infected the man, but it had been about 7 days since she infected herself. The worse symptoms were beginning to hit now, but it would be over soon. At least that's what she hypothesized. Was she stupid for using herself as a host? She thought it over, weighing the pain versus the pros.

It was difficult but Jessica just kept telling herself it was the only way. Think of the future, she kept saying the fame, the attention, everyone would know her name. Any amount of pain would be worth it once they started to die.

Dr. Sato bit her nail on her thumb as she drew DNA sequences and protein structures in the dirt of the "recreation" area. Her hands were chained together and as well her legs. After her attack on Crane the doctors kept her restrained for a day. After she had calmed down she was put back into her cell. She was still given an hour for "recreation" however there was a guard posted to her at all times and couldn't move from area.

As usual the men and women had different times to use the recreation area which consisted of an arts area, library, and exercise area. Jessica was not allowed near the art area in case she could magically make viruses in the chemicals of the art supplies somehow. Stupid doctors, but Jessica just kept drawing the dirt in the corner.

"Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to… hello," Jessica looked up to see a girl with a shaved head, no older than 18, with nervous eyes singing to her.

Dr. Sato could only stare with a confused look at the thin, sickly teenager. Her eyes moved around madly and her body ticked, she was clearly a drug addict.

She started to sing again, "Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head. And since I fell for that spell I am living there as well."

"Good to know," Sato mumbled and turned away from the odd girl.

"Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine," she changed tunes.

Jessica glanced at the guard who stood next to her, who was this batshit insane girl?

The guard was quick to catch on, "Singer, police found her on the streets, as high as a kite. Unfortunately she had stabbed man for money. She'll only speak in song."

"Well, Singer, if you'd shut up and leave alone," Jessica muttered, she was still in a terrible mood.

But the girl continued to sing, "Sarabeth is scared to death, cause the doctor just told her the news. Between the red cells and white, something's not right."

Jessica unimpressed, glared at girl before facing the guard, "Can you get rid of her?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm only here to make sure you don't attack anyone, other than that you're on your own," the guard stated in a tired voice.

Jessica gave a smart-aleck response, "So if I attack her, you'll make her go away?"

"No, instead we restrain you again on the bed. After a week on the bed, you'll be put into a padded room with a strait-jacket."

"I thought those strait-jackets were for people who may harm themselves," Jessica argued.

The guard answered, "They'd make an exception for you."

Clenching her fists and glaring at the girl who starred at her wide eyed, Jessica stood up and walked away from the secluded corner. She entered the library and pulled out a book on human body, she wasn't allowed near the books on microbiology.

Singer followed Jessica around sitting next to her and trying to read over her shoulder. Though her eyes shifted away often as she didn't understand what the book was about and did not care. Jessica grimaced and clutched the book in an attempt to not punch Singer.

"If you don't get away from me in five seconds, I will make your skin boil and your own veins will no longer be able to hold your blood."

And as predicted Singer sang, "No, I just don't understand, why, you won't talk to me. It hurts, I'm so unwanted for nothing."

Jessica almost grabbed Singer's throat, anything to make this frail girl stop talking, wait singing, to her. "I don't care little girl, so get the fuck out of my sight."

But all Singer did was stare at Jessica with her wild eyes and the doctor tried to ignore her. Jessica pretended she was some sort of wall ornament or pet. She turned the page to read about the pancreas. Singer had taken some paper from the arts area and now was trying to make a paper airplane.

"I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make 'em all day, I get one in a second if you wait," if a few minute she held out a crudely folded airplane that didn't look like it could fly anywhere.

Since she couldn't get rid of the girl she grabbed a piece of paper out of her lap rudely, "Stupid kid, this is what you should fold out of paper."

After a bit of ripping, folding and pulling, Jessica shoved a perfect paper crane into Singer's hand, "That's art."

Singer looked at the bird curiously, while Jessica got that sinking feeling of guilt in her stomach. She remembered her uncle teaching her the careful folding strategies something her parents were supposed to teach her. But never happened.