I blink my eyes open, fading in and out of focus. When my eyes finally focus, I take a look around and all I see is white. Then it clicks in my brain where I am: a hospital. Someone walks up next to my bed side; they're wearing a light tan over coat and familiar square glasses that belong to Gordan. I look down at either of my wrists and see no hand cuffs and confusion sets in. "W-what happened?" I ask weakly.

Gordan shakes his head, "Don't you remember? You fell from a 2 story building onto a parked car while filming some sort of movie." He answers single-mindedly.

I shake my head, "N-no, I was shot by some police so joker and Dani could escape. I'm pretty sure I'm dead so where's the flames?" I said, smiling weakly as I made a reference to my final destination for my life.

Gordan raises an eyebrow, "No, you're not dead. You should really get some rest, because it's pretty obvious you need it." He said as he started to exit the room.

"Hey, Commissioner?" I ask

Gordan stops and looks at me, "Yes?" he answers.

I frown, "I'm sorry." I said.

He rolls his eyes, "Again, go get some rest because you're talking crazy talk." He said before he exited the room.

My eyes wander around the room discover it's a pretty basic hospital room, small and white paint on the walls. My eyes fall upon a notebook placed on the night stand by my bed. I grab it and open it, my heart stops. Staring up at me from the inside cover page, is the three girls who were killed in my dream trying to warn me. But there is now a fourth girl, one that looks exactly like Dani. The sound of people talking brings me out of my stupor as I look up at the door. One of the voices is obviously batman and the other, I presume, is Gordan.

"So what's so special about her?" said Gordan, folding his arms, "How could she stand taking 30 bullets and still be alive? What is she, super man?"

Batman shakes his head, "No, she's known as the writer." He said, answering plainly.

Gordan blinks, "The what?" he asks, not understanding Batman's answer.

Batman produces a file and hands it to Gordan, who proceeds to open it as Batman continues. "She's able to write a story on any type of paper and it will become the truth. A dangerous gift, but luckily she has the gift of amnesia. When ever she enters herself into a story, she doesn't know she's the writer. She's unconsciously writing what's happening. For every story, there's a pattern. The character opposite of her or the other main character she created for the story, dies. For example, one of the stories was about her being a ninja. Her friend died and in the end the whole world is actually blown to bits and pieces. Another was an older version of the Powerpuff girls, the main character actually was originally killed by a homicidally killer but came back to save her sisters. In the end, she goes to heaven. All in all, every story ever written by her has ended the same way, with the main character dying." Batman concludes.

Gordan nods, handing the file back to Batman, "But what has that got to do with Dani and the joker?" Gordan said, scowling as he tried to figure this out.

Batman smirks, "Everything, Gordan. They knew of her abilities and so they tricked her. What they didn't account for, was that the writer is unable to be killed if the main character is still alive. They used her so they could get away scotch free." Batman growls.

The information hits me like a ton of bricks and it was like a key unlocking some sort of hidden knowledge within me. Because all the knowledge feels like I already know it. Everything clicked and I knew what I had to do. I open the notebook and start writing with the pen that was clipped to the notebook.

I find my self in front of a bar in a bad part of town. I had written everything up to this point and I knew Joker and Dani where inside. So I meander in, slipping my notebook into my coat pocket, letting my brain mentally write as I go along in the 'story'. I stop at the bar, pick-pocketing a gun off a drunk who's passed out at the bar. The bartender muddles over to me, wiping off a glass with a towel.

The bartender nods at me, "You lost?" He said his voice not exactly warm and inviting like the bartender from cheers.

I shake my head, my face unchanged. "I'm looking for someone. Joker, I hear he comes here a lot." I said broadly.

The bartender leans against the bar and eyes me, "And what business do you have with him?" he ask, nosy like.

I shove nuzzle of the gun into his face, "That's between him and myself. Now where is he?" I growl, clearly not amused by the bartender dodging my question.

He gulps, simply motioning to the door to the back door. I mutter a thanks and walk to the door. I knock sharply and I hear hard angry foot steps approach the door. Just as the door opens, I take out the person with a shot to the head. This makes my presences known as I step into the small back room. There's only a small table and sitting at the table are Dani and Joker. They share a look of startled fear and then confusion.

Dani smile is fake as she said, "Erin, your alive! What a-"

"Shut it! I know about how you and Joker used me because of my ability as the writer, I know EVERYTHING about your crazy plan!" I spit before she can finish her sentence.

A smirk falls onto Jokers face, "So you found out. Well, aren't you going to do what you always do? Kill the main character, Dani? Come on, you can't keep continuing with this cycle Erin! It gets boring after a while." He said, confident his smooth talk will work.

I lower my gun, matching his smile, "Oh I know. That's why; I decided to switch things up this time." I said, stepping to the side of the door. It's then Gordan and his men file into the room, rounding up all of the goons and Joker and Dani too. A look of shock is plastered on Dani's face but Joker doesn't share that look. He looks pleased and even claps.

"Congratulations, you've thought outside the box. Would you like a cookie?" he said, laughing at his own joke. His laughter dies as he is taken out of the room.

Dani looks at me and we share a look. "Hey it's nothing personal, it's strictly business. Have fun in prison, bitch." I said, smiling widely.

Before Dani has a chance to comment, she's dragged out of the room. Gordan walks up to me, "Thanks, if it wasn't for you, we would have never caught those two." He said relief heavy in his voice. We shake hands and we walk out on to the street. Before we go our separate ways, he stops me. "What are you going to do now?" he asks.

I shrug as I walk backwards slowly, "I'm the writer, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to go do some writing. It's been swell, but every writer must face the end of a story, wether with a heavy heart, a light one or a mixture of both." With that, I turned and walk off. Slowly, I began to fade out of the story. Then, I evaporated. And the only thing remaining was the two words every writer knows and loves to use.

THE END