Eliana awoke to Bad-Breath slapping her face.

"Wake up," he ordered.

Her vision focused, and she could still feel the effects of the last 'game' they had put her through taking its toll. At least the gel pads were off her body which meant that stupid 'game' was over.

Batman-Impersonator came over to her, and she saw a syringe in his hand. He lifted up her shirt and she began squirming, unsure of what he had in mind. He then took the needle and plunged it into her stomach. He took his time inserting the liquid. It sent an unbearable burning sensation throughout her, going from her feet up to her head. Unfortunately, the liquid didn't cause her to pass out. Whether that was good or bad, she didn't know yet. So far, it was bad.

"How does that feel?" Batman-Impersonator asked with a sick smile.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her admitting he was succeeding in torturing her, but also not wanting him to do anything more, she chose to stay silent.

"Well, look at that. I think I got her to shut up."

"That can be remedied," Unkempt-Beard chuckled darkly.

He came at her with another syringe and placed it into the other side of her stomach. The burning sensation multiplied by at least a hundred, and Eliana began crying out in pain as tears sank down her cheeks. Sweat poured down her arms and her face as the pain intensified. She could feel her hair becoming moist as some of it stuck to her face. She had never experienced such pain in her entire life which was saying a lot considering she had just been practically electrocuted.

How long had she been held here? It felt like days, but it could've only been hours as far as she knew.

"What…what day is it?" she mustered out.

"What does that matter?" Bad-Breath asked.

"I…just want to know."

"Take your best guess."

Eliana was beyond frustrated at this point. She'd been kidnapped and still didn't know the reason, there were five guys who basically wanted nothing more than to harm her, and they were successfully breaking her.

"Alright, that's enough," Sadistic-Voice said to the others. He leaned in close to her. "We'll just let you sit here and wait until our next little…game."

Was she going to die like Rachel…?

Eliana collapsed onto the couch after working at the restaurant for longer than usual. She flipped on the news, and saw with dismay that things were as grisly as ever, which was to be expected since this maniac calling himself The Joker was running around Gotham. She longed for a day where she could turn on the news and not see someone kidnapped or murdered.

But tonight was different.

She saw footage of a burnt and demolished building with firefighters trying to put out the remains of the fire that must've brought it to the ground.

Her stomach flipped when she heard the news anchor speaking over the footage.

"District Attorney Harvey Dent is now at Gotham General being treated for third-degree burns to the face. However, Assistant District Attorney Rachel Dawes was not as lucky and perished in the building that exploded on 250 52nd Street."

Eliana zoned out as tears blurred her view of the television. She refused to believe that she heard correctly. With shaking hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Gordon's number.

"James Gordon," he answered.

"Gordon," Eliana said numbly. "Is it true? Is Rachel dead?"

There was a pregnant pause before he answered, "Yes."

"Are you sure?" she cried.

"Yes, we're sure. I'm so sorry, Eliana. We tried to get to her, but we just weren't fast enough."

"It's alright, Gordon. I know you tried your best."

She hung up the phone as tears slid down her cheeks.

Rachel was dead? The girl she had known since she was five had been killed?

She picked up her phone and went to her 'Contacts' list. After scrolling down a bit, she came across his name: 'Bruce Wayne'. Her finger lingered over his name, but she ended up not pushing the button. She couldn't do it. Not after what had happened between them.

Eliana's eyes flickered back over to the TV. She couldn't believe it.

Her best friend was dead.

Eliana was alone in the room with only one of her captors. She had no idea where the others were, but she was glad to be free of them, if only for a little while. Her hair was stringy and sweat-drenched from the last 'game', and her head was currently resting against her chest, too worn out to hold it up.

"Hey," Scruff-Guy said, coming up to her. Eliana realized that this one had barely said two words to her the entire time she had been here. She forced her head up to look at him. "I, uh, I bet you must be hungry."

Was he trying to torture her in a new way? Psychologically? Of course she was hungry. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd eaten.

"It's not much, but it should hold you over for a little while," Scruff-Guy said. He took out a granola bar and started breaking off pieces. Then he slowly held them up for her and fed her the food. Eliana ate slowly, afraid she'd throw everything back up if the torture resumed anytime soon. But at the same time, she wanted to guzzle the whole thing down, not realizing how hungry she was until she started eating.

After the granola bar was gone, Scruff-Guy took out a bottle of water and gently lifted up her head so she didn't choke when the water went down her throat. The clear liquid felt amazing on her parched tongue.

"Thank you," she said quietly without looking at him.

Hours passed by painstakingly slow as Eliana waited for the torture to resume. She longed to see the light of day and feel the sun on her face. She wanted to get back to her small apartment. She wanted to see her best friend again and apologize for how she had been treating him.

The door opened and her four other captors returned.

"We got it," Sadistic-Voice laughed. "Untie her."

Bad-Breath and Batman-Impersonator untied her red and raw wrists from the chair while Unkempt-Beard got her feet.

Then she was painfully pulled up from the chair. Her legs wobbled underneath her for a second due to disuse for however long it had been. Bad-Breath and Batman-Impersonator firmly held her arms.

"Open her mouth," Sadistic-Voice commanded.

Bad-Breath pulled her head back and Sadistic-Voice forced some kind of liquid down her throat that made her gag.

As the liquid took effect, she felt her senses beginning to falter. The voices of the men sounded echo-y and far away. Her head began buzzing painfully.

When she looked up, her captors were wearing masks. Clown masks. They seemed to open their mouths wide enough to swallow her whole and their eyes popped out of their skulls, looming close to her.

What on earth had they given her?

Without warning, one of them punched her in the gut, making her cough blood onto the floor. Another punched her in the face. One of them took her head in their hands and forced her to the floor where they all began kicking her all over her body.

Tears ran down Eliana's face making paths through the dirt on her cheeks. They all laughed above her, greatly enjoying her pain.

Then Sadistic-Voice firmly grabbed her arms and made her get off the floor. Her legs faltered, but he forced her to stand up. "Go for it," he laughed to another one of her captors.

"Wait," Scruff-Guy said, whipping off his mask. "Guys, I think she's had enough for now."

"You ain't going soft, are you?" Unkempt-Beard asked.

"Look at her, she can barely stand up!"

"So what?" Bad-Breath laughed. "We were told to break her."

"Yeah, and she's broken. You won. Now give her a rest."

"She's had enough of a rest! This is the best game yet!"

"It isn't a game!" Scruff-Guy shouted. "You're killing her!"

Sadistic-Voice laughed. "You've gone soft for her, haven't you? Well, this isn't your show, it's mine. And I say that it's his turn to have fun."

"You're not in charge! Or did you forget about the guy who planned this whole thing?"

"Well, he ain't here, now is he?"

Unkempt-Beard charged at Eliana with a potentially lethal blow. But before the blow could hit her, she was knocked to the floor and out of Sadistic-Voice's hold. Hitting the ground hurt a lot as she landed on two of her broken fingers.

Through her foggy vision, she could make out a man dressed all in black with a covered face that left only his eyes and his chin showing. Batman.

She watched with labored breathing as he took out all five of her captors with ease. Then he came over to her and put his hand to her face, checking to see if she was alive and how bad the damage was.

"You're…you're a little late," she mustered out with a strained laugh. It was all she could get out before she slipped into unconsciousness.