Well now, here we are…and I had quite an experience shopping today at target. I shall put it into this story, because the entire time, I thought it'd be an excellent place to murder someone. You'll see. You might laugh, but…hey. Haha. And I left you with a cliffhanger! After thinking I've finally gotten some of it straight. Let's get down to business, because what doesn't kill you only makes you stranger. PLEASE SEND FEEDBACK. If you were disappointed in last night's chapter…this one will redeem this story in your eyes. I promise.

DC owns all the characters I didn't create. So all the men in the story except Mark Belle, but we don't like him, do we?

Scars.

I looked down at the phone. Jack chuckled. "You should answer it, don't you think? Don't want to leave your beloved friend waiting!" He turned and laughed, walking back into the bedroom

"Hello?"

"Oh my god, Sara!" Sejal sounded hysterical.

"Sage, it's okay….where are you? I'm coming to find you…"

"I'm…I'm in a Target?" I blinked.

"You're in what?"

"I'm in the Target on ninth street! It's closed but I've been locked up here! He's demanding a thirty-thousand dollar ransom!"

"By who?!"

"I…I don't know…he wears a mask…but not like Batman…he calls himself the Scarecrow!"



"…the Scarecrow?"

"PLEASE SARA, just listen! He went to the bathroom and I grabbed his phone. I don't know how much time-" I heard a scream, a click, and a beeping noise.

Now, I'm not Batman, I know, I'm not Batgirl or whatever…but Sejal? She never did anything. She didn't deserve this…and I was going to go get her. I grabbed some guns, some heels... But there was something I needed. From Jack.

"Er…Jack, can I borrow a bomb?"

He was in the bathroom. He turned. He had just finished his makeup (I think he kept some in his pockets…). "You want to borrow a bomb? That isn't right. You see, if you borrow it, you'd bring it back…and I'm pretty positive you won't bring the bomb back."

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay…can I use a bomb? Please?"

He grinned and tossed it to me.

"Uh…where are you going?"

"Well I can't lay around here forever. Work needs to be done!" He laughed as he walked to the front door. "Good luck…because you'll need it."

I grabbed a backpack and went to the 'special' drawer. Stacks and piles of money. Some stolen, some earned…some my father kept. In any case I didn't count them all; I just grabbed a handful and shoved it in my bag. I grabbed my phone and ran out the door. I had my own bike that was rarely used…and walking wouldn't get me to ninth in time.



I ran to the garage of the building. I saw it, covered in some dust. It was blue and sparkly. I pulled the old keys out of my pocket (they'd been in there since the dawn of time). I sighed and started the engine up.

I ran a red-light. Oops. The ambulances were still out from my little fun trip through Gotham. I saw the damage I'd done for the third time in twenty-four hours. I had no time to stop and stare. I revved up the motorcycle and it felt like flying. How much could one girl possibly do in such a short amount of time?

I rode as quickly as I could, passing all of the damage. I passed over the crying children in the street watching their parents be taken to Gotham General. I saw. And for once, had not an ounce of pity for any of them.

I finally (after running through multiple red lights and shooting one of them) got to ninth street. I saw the Target. I dropped the bike as soon as I pulled out the keys and ran to the front door. There was some guy there. He looked almost like a mafia man- long black hair and a black beard. Machine gun in hand. I pulled both my guns out.

"You gonna move, or am I gonna have to shoot you?"

The man looked at me and laughed. "You must be the one Scarecrow said not to let in."

I blinked. "There were specific instructions? I mean, look, asshole, get out the way."

"You think I won't cack you right now, little missy?" He laughed again, and raised his gun.

I pulled both my triggers before he even got to his. "Not if I don't pop my glock first." I kicked him and went through the sliding glass doors. Target. Hahaha. If the Joker were here he'd crack some lame jokes…Jack…no, no. Don't break down now. Not the time. Sejal. Sejal.



I tried to be quiet and stealthy. I had both guns out. Not one of the lunatic goons saw me. And then I heard a scream. I followed it. There was Sejal. Duct-taped to the freezer section.

"SEJAL?!" I ran to her. I tried to peel the tape off but it wouldn't go. I got out my switchblade and started trying to cut it.

"Now I wouldn't do that if I were you…" I heard a male voice behind me. Some guy in a button down shirt. With a really fucked up potato sack on his head.

I stepped in front of Sejal. "Don't worry" I hissed at her. She just screamed when she looked at me. It didn't make sense. Her eyes looked hazy.

"What have you done to her?!" I asked, pointing my gun at him.

"Just what I was paid to do…" He got closer to me. "And I wouldn't shoot if I were you…you might find the repercussions…difficult…more than you know."

"Who are you?!"

"You can call me the Scarecrow. You must be…ah. The one that she called." He pointed at Sejal.

"Want to see something cool?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow.

He stepped closer to Sejal. He hissed at her and she screamed like no tomorrow. I actually heard one of the glass freezer doors crack.

He laughed. "See what I can do? If you're smart, you'll leave before I do it to you too…"

"I brought the fucking ransom money! Can I just have her back now?!" I threw the backpack at him. He looked inside, picked up the wads of money and inspected them (how he could see with that potato sack on I don't know).



"Sure, you can have her back…" He stepped away. I cut and cut and cut at the tape and finally got her out of it. She screamed.

"NO NOT HIM NOT HIM!!" I sighed and ran. I held onto her tight. And then the lights went out.

I'd never been anywhere so completely pitch black in my life. I couldn't see even my hands in front of me. And that's when the gun went off. I felt the wind following the bullet but not the pain. And then the generator lights came on. I had no time to look. I heard Sejal screaming and moaning and twitching but paid no mind. I had to get out of the store.

I ran out, shooting whoever came at me (I must have shot ten men) and put her on the ground. She moaned, and when she saw me she let another wail of terror.

I saw the blood on her. She'd been shot on her side. There was no time to lose. I had to get her out of here.

I put her on the back of my bike and revved up the engine as soon as I could. I went speeding out of there. I didn't care about anything. I had to get her to the penthouse and attempt to take care of her.

At the stoplight between fourteenth and Park street, I saw a dark black car. I saw a familiar truck. Slaughter makes the best medicine. Oh fuck. There were two men in the middle of the street. One in a purple suit. One in a bat costume. Oh shit. I didn't have time for this.

"Gah!" I heard someone shout and I heard some guns go off. Batman and the Joker stopped and turned. I looked at who had shot the guns. Some men on fire escapes in clown masks. What? Why weren't they shooting towards Batman?



And then another round of bullets. I heard a popping. They weren't shooting for me: they were shooting for my tire. I could feel the metal clunking. I grabbed Sejal and rolled off the bike. After a few other shots the motorcycle burst into flames. That's two bikes the Joker ruined. That I know of.

The first thing I did was shoot upward at the man who shot the tire. He yelled and fell down the stairs of the fire escape.

I heard Sejal moaning, grasping her side. "Ah…no! No!" I looked at the wound. She was bleeding a lot…too much. On top of that she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"NO! You can do this!" I grabbed her hand. I saw a dark figure.

I looked up at Batman, tearing up. "What's wrong with her?! Besides the bullet…"

He looked down at her. "The Scarecrow's gas. You can only use an antidote for a certain period of time…looking at her…her time's passed."

"What?!" I cried, squeezing her hand. She gasped for air and cried. Her blood was pooling around her. "No, no!! Who…why…who would do this to…" I too was gasping for air, over my developing sobs. "SEJAL!"

She turned and looked at me. Her normal brown eyes had turned a slight shade of gray. She made a final shriek and then fell. Lifeless. And then there was silence. A pure, haunting, horrible silence. Just me, my heart beating, the crackle of the fire. And then in a gigantic explosion, time started again.

My eyes widened. I felt her pulse. Nothing. I looked around her. A red puddle. I looked up at Batman.

"You didn't listen to me, Sara…you didn't…"



"YOU CAME TOO LATE!" I shrieked. "YOU CAME TOO LATE FOR EVERYTHING!" I felt the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I saw the Joker moving in the opposite direction, talking on his radio.

"You…let the Joker distract you…from rescuing A GOTHAM HONOR STUDENT! You let him fucking distract you from doing what you 'supposedly' do…saving lives?!."

Batman looked down at me. "The Joker is destroying you, Sara. He's taking you and destroying you. You were on the verge of cracking before…and now you're almost gone."

I stood up and let the salty tears fall. "YOU LET HIS TRAP DISTRACT YOU?! You…you lecture me when it's convenient…you tell me I can stop…WHERE WERE YOU ALL ALONG?! THERE IS NO GOING BACK NOW. YOU CAME TOO LATE FOR ME, FOR SEJAL, FOR MY FATHER'S LIFE, FOR MY SANITY, FOR EVERYONE!" I looked back down at the lifeless girl. Beautiful, delicate. A doll without a face. There was silence. And then there was laughter.

"Eh heh…heh heh…ah hoo…eh ha ha…" The Joker approached us both. He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You should never get your emotions involved with business, doll…" he flashed me a grin.

"Joker…you've kept this little girl alive for months now. She's a waste of your time."

The Joker looked around and licked his lips. He squeezed my shoulder. I sank down to my knees and stroked Sejal's cheek. This was my fault. The gang was my fault. I should never have…then my father wouldn't be dead, Sejal would still be…living. Breathing. Happy.

"You see Batman…this pretty princess…means more to Gotham than you've failed to recognize. You'll understand in time. I'm just ahead of the curve!" ((yeah I stole it I saw the movie again today haha))

"I still don't know why you…you've chosen her…to...do this to…"



I pulled out my cell phone, thumbing the contacts button. How would I tell Alex and Chanita?! I failed to save Sejal. Batman failed. Batman tried. Batman was stupidly tricked and chose to fight the circus. Wasn't he the smart one? Didn't he always know what was happening? How could he have…

"Because it wasn't hard! Sanity is like gravity. All she needed was a little push…and I could see that from the moment I heard her on the phone. Plus she's great in bed, if you know what I mean…" He licked his lips. ((another line stolen but come on…it's PERFECT for Sara)).

I looked up at the Joker. He wanted to…do what to me?! The Joker spoke of me like I was some kind of doll…and…I was. I was his doll. That didn't matter right now. What mattered was a friend…or what was once a friend.

Batman looked down at me. "Sara…I'm sorry…" He looked at Sejal's open, wide, terrified eyes. He turned, cape flapping and ran back to his bike. I took the bomb out of my pocket and threw it at Batman. Some glass hit the pavement. Some sparks flew… I didn't care.

I looked up at the Joker. And then it hit me.

I stood. I had a new mission. A new motivation.

"I swear…I will kill the Scarecrow. As long as I'm alive, I will kill the Scarecrow…and I WILL kill the Batman."

Joker flashed a smile on his face. "Now we're getting somewhere."

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