(Hey guys! No I'm not dead! As ShadowKnight1121 said, reality hit me like a hammer. Sorry about the wait but here it is!)

"We're coming to the end here. Aren't we?"

Chapter 10

My eyes gleamed with confidence as I practically skipped down the hall. I was going to kick some ass, take some names and stop having hallucinations about my homicidal clown father. However, I needed to find the hat. Currently, I had no idea where to look. It could be anywhere in this building! Heck, it could be anywhere in Gotham. But I wanted to - no - NEEDED to find this hat. Now where to start? Nicholson wasn't going to tell me anything. He would be able to see right through my guard disguise. I needed to find someone he trusted who didn't know me. His second in command, perhaps? Who could that possible be? My thought were interrupted by a door I ended up walking into. Great. That must have really impressed people. I looked at the door I had just run into.

"Dr. Sheldon Irwin Trapp

Vice President of Arkham Hill"

Ha. Sheldon Trapp. That sounded like a nerds' name. Wait…..vice president? Hmmmm. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A meek voice called.

"It's-" I started. Wait….who was I again. I looked at my name tag. Maria Ramierez. "Maria Ramierez."

"Oh, come in." He said. I opened the door. His office was quaint. A humble little space. There was a plant in the corner. Bland wallpaper was plastered all over the walls. His desk was nice. Mahogany I think. The man behind the desk was just like his office. Quaint. Bland. He wore a suit and bow tie (Does anyone wear bow ties anymore besides weird people?) He had red hair and freckles dotted all over his face. Dr. Trapp just had that innocent look that bad guys just LOVE to mess with.

"Good….." Wait what time of day was it? "Day, Dr. Trapp."

"Good Afternoon Miss Ramierez. What brings you into my office?" He inquired. Well at least I knew it was the afternoon.

"I need to ask you something." I started.

"Yes?" He pushed on. Oh…..how do I put this?

"Where would Dr. Nicholson keep his…..valuable items?" I asked.

"Well, why would you want to-" He started.

"Just curious." I interrupted. Answering his question before he even asked it.

"Umm….that information is….confidential. I'm sure you understand Miss Ramierez." He explained. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy. Well what now? Wait….Me and Barbara talked about situations like these a few weeks ago. God…what did she say?

2 Weeks Earlier

"Don't you trust me?" The seductress on the television asked. Me and Barbara Gordon were watching some sort of spy movie. Every time I watched a movie like this, the woman always seduced men. Luring them into her trap. Why is every woman in the world so gosh darn sexy?

"Hey Sarina." Barbara said.

"Yeah Barbara?" I inquired.

"Have you ever seduced a man?" She questioned with a big goofy grin.

"Heck no!" I laughed. "I'm not…sexy."

"Oh c'mon. Everyone can be sexy!" Barbara replied.

"Right. Like I have the same amount of sex appeal as that chick." I chuckled as I pointed to the woman on the TV.

"Why not?" Barbara asked. I stopped laughing. She was really serious. Me….Sexy? That's like saying Joker was sexy! I got my sex appeal from him. Not my mom.

"You're kidding, Right?" I asked.

"No, I'm not." She said. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm serious. Do you even know what sexy is?"

"Um…it's when a girl looks hot in a tight leather suit." I explained, nodding towards the TV seductress. "Duh."

"Not even close." Barbara replied.

"Uh…wait what?" I inquired.

"Confidence is sexy." Barbara answered.

"Care to elaborate?" I questioned.

"Gladly." Barbara smirked. "You know when you're kicking those bad guy's butts and all you can do is smile?"

"Yeah." I replied.

"That is confidence." She said.

"So…..I'm sexy when I'm kicking thug butt?" I asked.

"Exactly." Barbara smiled. "I mean, isn't Catwoman?" She was so right…

"Oh my god." I said. I was having an epiphany.

Present Day

I knew what I had to do. I had to….seduce a man. This guy. Poison Ivy could do this easily! I mean…just look at this guy. He was so meek and mild. His will could easily be broken by a woman's touch. Thing is, I don't have it. I took a deep breath. This was were I needed to unlock my inner sexy. Confidence, Sarina. Act like you're fighting bad guys and you're taunting them.

"It's a shame that's confidential information." I sighed as I strutted towards him. I stroked his face and leaned right into his ear. "I'm good with secrets." He gulped. I felt his sweat pouring down his face.

"I'm….I'm sorry Miss Ramierez." He stuttered. "I'm not allowed to tell anyone." This was going no where…I had to try harder.

"Sheldon." I said. I wrapped my fingers around his chin and pulled his head up so we were eye level. "You can trust me."

"I….uh well….." He muttered.

"C'mon …..for me?" I begged. I flashed him a great big smile.

"It's….probably in his safe." He answered. My smile grew even wider. We were getting somewhere! Now…where was his safe?

"Where can I find his safe, sugar?" I pressed.

"I don't think I should-" He began.

"Shhhh." I interrupted. "It's alright. Just tell me sweetheart. A smart handsome man like you should know where the safe is shouldn't he?"

"Well… Yes." he blushed a bit at this. Boys loved compliments. "But I can't-"

"Maybe you're just saying that. You must not really know where it is." I let go of his face and started to walk away. Always leave them wanting more.

"I..I do!" Sheldon protested.

"Then where is it?" I inquired.

"It's in a secret entrance in the closet in his office." He explained. A big grin popped on my face. Hook, line and sinker!

"Thanks, love." I smirked. I blew him a kiss as I strutted out of the office.

YES! I did it! I honed in to my womanly skills and got what I needed! It's official. Sarina = Sexy. But enough gloating. I'm not done yet. I needed to find that safe! In the office, in the closet, in the safe is the hat! It reminded me of that old camp song I heard once. There once was a hill, a big old hill down in the city of Gotham. And on that hill there was Arkham. A big old arkham. And Arkham's on the hill down in the city of. And then it would go on and on! I sung it on my walk to Nicholson's office.

In the hat in the safe in the closet in the office in Arkham on the hill, down in the city of Gotham. I finished the song as I stood in front of his office. I peeked in through the key hole….. crap! He was sitting in his desk. Doing….work like stuff. how come even now I couldn't see his face. He always stayed in the shadows. Maybe he was a vampire. Think. How do I get him out of his office? That's when I remembered the day I snuck into his office. A guard came in and told him there was an emergency. Perfect! I had a guard uniform. I could just… no, he'd know it was me. I had to find a different guard and tell him to tell Nicholson. Where would I find a guard? Was there some kind of Guard's lounge? The main conference room! Right above Croc's cell! Okay, Sarina. Here we go. I turned on my heel and walked towards the elevator. That's where Croc's cell was, so it must be right above it.

I made my way back towards the elevator. Seems like I've been doing a lot of walking lately. Anyway, I saw the main conference room up ahead. I smirked when I saw a few guards in there. Drinking coffee and eating donuts. You know, they are only proving the donut cop stereotype. Were they even looking for the escapees? I mean, it seems like Batman's the only one who's actually working here. And he's not getting paid!

"Good evening Officer." A dark, familiar voice greeted. I turned to see, the one and only Batman looking down at me. I smiled at him.

"Evening B-man." I smirked. He knew it was me. That look in his eyes said it all.

"You know. Sarina Gibson is still on the loose." Batman said.

"Yeah, we're looking everywhere for her." I replied. "I think we'll find her soon though."

"You're probably right. But she must be doing something. I mean, why else would she still be here?" Batman replied.

"I bet she's tracking down something." I explained. "Hey, have you talked to Nicholson lately?"

"No. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him yet. He's always busy." Batman replied as he pulled something out of his utility belt and tossed it to me. It was a walkie talkie.

"Call me if you need any help, officer." Batman said.

"I'll be sure to do that." I replied, admiring the walkie talkie. "Thanks Ba-" I stopped when I realized Batman was no where in sight. "Of course. Why does he always do that?" I rolled my eyes as I walked into the main conference room. The men looked up at me.

"Hey. You must be the temp!" One of the guys said. Chowing on his donut.

"Oh…yeah." I said. "I um…was just checking the security cameras and I saw Sarina Gibson in the…uh….elevator. And I think one of you guys should tell Dr. Nicholson."

"Eh, Batman's got it under control." Another one added.

"So….you're not going to do anything and just let Batman do it?" I inquired.

"Yeah. He always saves the day. With or without our help. We might as well just not help at all. It's easier." The third replied. This just made me angry. They could at least TRY to do their jobs instead of sitting back and eating donuts.

"I really think It would help Batman if we told Mr. Nicholson." I said.

"I'm not telling Nicholson anything!" The first snapped. "That dude gives me the creeps."

"Rumor is, no one has ever seen his face." The second added.

"C'mon! Someone has to have seen him!" The third replied.

"You guys are chicken." I chimed in. I had an idea.

"Excuse me, intern?" The first spat, venom in his words.

"Well, you guys sound like a bunch of twelve year old boys talking about a monster. You aren't….scared of Nicholson. Are you?" I explained.

"I am not!" The third shouted.

"Well then. Go tell Nicholson. I saw Sarina Gibson in the elevator." I smirked. The third guards' smile melted off his face. "Go on." He reluctantly left the room and made his way towards Nicholson's office.

"I best be off, boys. Ta ta!" I smirked as I left the office.

I waited a few minutes before I doubled back to the office. When I finally got there, I smiled at my success. My plan worked! I smirked as I opened the door and walked back towards the closet. I ripped open the door and pulled the light. The light bulb dangled and danced around as I stared at the closet. Where the hell was this secret entrance? I looked knocked on all the walls when I noticed one section was hollow. I pushed on the wall. It gave way and went back and the up. A passageway had opened up. Nice! I walked in as the door slammed closed behind me. Typical secret entrance door. Closing behind me. Guess I had to find a new exit. The room was dark. I couldn't see a thing. Slowly, I inched forwards until I stepped on a button. Lights flashed on all the way down. This safe was giant! There was stuff everywhere. I carefully examined it all as I walked down. Gloves. Bleach. And…..my hairbrush? I rushed up and examined it closer. Yup. That was my old hairbrush! I thought I lost that thing. But here it was. Why does Nicholson need my hairbrush? Next to it…was a fingerprint. I wonder….. As I looked closer at it and observed my fingers, I noticed it matched mine exactly! I then noticed….a knife. It wasn't just that. The safe was littered with gag related killing items. Lethal joy buzzer. Jack in the bombs. You name it! Could it be? Nicholson was 'Jack'? I had to tell Batman! I pulled out my walkie talkie. I was about to call him when I saw it. At the end of the room, was the hat. Halelujah! Thank god. I dropped the walkie talkie and rushed up to it. This hat….was my salvation. I pulled out my card, put it in the hat and put it on my head. Huh….I didn't feel any different. Maybe this….wasn't the answer. But it had to be! I mean, it had to! All of a sudden, the safe door opened. I turned to see Dr. Nicholson. I couldn't see his face. Of course I couldn't! No one ever saw his face. But I knew it was him. The Joker copycat. I ran back to the walkie talkie.

"Batman! It's Jack!" I shouted, panicked. Nicholson pressed a button and a mist was pumped into the room. "The Joker copycat is….is…N-" I blacked out before I could finished my sentence.