AN: I hate him. Nobody likes him, love. Then those damn game designers thought it would be innovative and just desserts, I imagine, to get me mauled- Not this again. They will pay, as soon as I find out where they are.
All right, this may not have been the best idea. Not because of all the rumors (crocodile in the sewers…how original), but because Gotham's sewer system was a maze.
But it was the quickest way to lose the Bat, and besides, it wasn't like it was impossible to get out. It was just easy to accidentally end up across town.
And it smelled, but that was preferable to broken bones.
"Why's it so damn dark? Don't they have lights for the maintenance workers?"
"Budget cuts…I don't even want to know what I just stepped in."
"Don't think about it."
Yeah, everything on their bodies was going to have to be burned. There was no getting the stench out, no way in hell.
Hiss!
"What was that?"
"I don't know. Pipes. Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know."
Hiss!
Damn Batman…this was his fault, all of it. Every last bit of it. Even the scheme was his fault. If he hadn't come to the asylum, things would still be running along smoothly. But noo, he had to come and rescue that
FUCKING BITCH
Rachel Dawes, and here they were.
Not for the first time, he cursed the clown for killing her. How dare he?
The next time he could throw Joker under the bus, he was doing it and damn the consequences. If he was really lucky, it'd be an actual bus and the clown would die. That would just make his day-no, no, it would make his year.
Hiss!
What was that?
"Jonathan?"
"Pipes."
Probably, anyway. But rumors started somewhere…nah. The sewer workers would have noticed a crocodile.
"No, something moved-"
Snort!
Yeah, that was not a pipe.
Probably some weird homeless man. That was likely to be Batman's fault again-Jonathan wouldn't have to test on Gotham's unfortunates if he still worked at Arkham.
"Next ladder we see, we'll get out."
"Agreed."
Splish-splish!
CLATTER!
He cursed and bent down to see what he had kicked. It turned out to be a flashlight. Upon testing, it worked. Look at that, his luck was finally changing!
"Where did that come from?"
"Someone probably dropped it-"
Snort!
"Maybe let's walk faster."
For once, he was grateful to be underweight like this-less noise to be made. Surely they'd be out of here soon-
ROOAAAR!
"Run!"
Something burst out of the water and they sprinted, flashlight beam going wildly back and forth. He glanced back to see what the hell that was, caught a glimpse of…were those scales?...and decided he didn't really need to know any more.
A ladder appeared and he boosted her up and flung the flashlight into the water. The thing in the water turned towards it and he took the chance to clamber up the ladder behind her.
"It won't open!"
Shit-
Creak!
A black-gloved hand yanked her out, then him. Below, there was another roar and angry splashing.
He collapsed onto the asphalt, gasping for breath. Batman loomed over them and he cracked a smile.
"Never thought I'd be glad to see you, Bats."
THE END
