Silver's Point Of View

I woke up feeling a night breeze caressing my face and tangling my hair. I looked around and I was in the sky, Spectra's delicate arms holding me. You could hear her, looking for a way out.

"Go higher" I muttered. "Go higher and they won't see you."

"Oh you're awake. So where do you wanna go. We can't stay here."

"What do you mean? I thought you just wanted to get away from Arkham." Okay maybe thinking wasn't the best thing to do.

"No. We need to get you to a hospital. You're broken in several places. We need a new beginning anyway."

This was about to get hard, "No! I'm staying in Gotham. I want to be here!"

"BUT DID YOU SEE WHAT HE DID TO YOU!" She screamed. That gave away our position. Under a mass of gunfire, you could hear the Joker's voice through my communicator, it was screaming, "You think you can escape with my Foxy. Spectra, Spectra. You must learn that I always get what I want. BOYS! Do your job." The gun shots became fiercer. Quickly she sat me down on a ledge of a building. Immediately I sat myself up to watch the action.

Only 30 seconds later did she fall out of the sky and the shooting stopped. I jumped down there quickly. She was shot in the stomach. Tears fell out of my eyes in a jagged fountain. I picked her up and hid her in a room similar to the one I killed the guard in. I sat her on a table, then sat next to her. I brushed her hair with my fingers, and closed her eyes. I took her hands off of the wound and placed them at her sides. I kissed her forehead, wiped my own tears away, and took a snapshot. I didn't even think to check her pulse.

Next stop was The Joker. He killed my sister. He killed the only thing that made my life worthwhile from time to time. My bitchy, self-centered, slightly arrogant, bubbly, sweet, funny, and smart sister. He killed my conscience. Well one of his dudes did that, but let's be honest. His men, his orders, his fault. I wasn't gonna kill him, I'd just make him suffer. I don't care who else I'd have to make suffer to do so. No more controlling, manipulation, or persuasion. Just revenge, physical pain, and no that's just it.

I ran as fast as I could, I didn't care if I got hurt doing it. I had to get into the Penitentiary's visitor center and kick that stupid grin off his face. I mean she was my best friend. So I ran. When I got there, he looked quite comfy in his creepy chair.

"I knew you'd come back." He grinned wildly.

"Yeah only so I could kick your ass"

"Foxy used a bad word. Papa spank." His grin got wider.

"Yeah, FUCK YOU!"

"Looks like you're hankering for a spankering kid." He climbed down from the throne and walked towards me. As soon as he got close, I took his hand and used it to twist his arm, and then gave the arm a lovely kick. He fought back with his other arm. Let's all give a cheer for mutual abuse. Okay no kiddies, don't do that. Please don't cheer for abuse. People will wonder about you. When people wonder about you, you end up in Arkham. When you end up in Arkham you hate your life. Dear reader's please love your life.

Okay that's enough sap. He actually was a pretty good fighter despite his lanky hobo-y appearance. But I did kick his ass. But I guess Harley was good practice. I mean the broad most likely fought back sometimes. There were also his occasional spats with Batman. So he had to be pretty good at fighting.

It didn't end with either one of us one of us on the floor. I mean not that I expected it too. I just kinda expected one of us to give up eventually. I usually assess my fights as I fight them so I know when to back away. But the fight really didn't settle anything. I was still pissed. Specks was still gone. Joker's spleen wasn't ruptured. So really it didn't accomplish anything.

"I'm gonna go burn one of your henchmen alive then put it on youtube." Before he could object I ran out to get to work. Spectra always said If I weren't a killer I could be an arsonist. Apparently Fire and Myself had a decent relationship. So after catching Some random dude I went to another room. (I HAD A LOT OF TIME ON MY HANDS ONE BREAK OUT. DON'T JUDGE ME!) I set him up on a human sized rotisserie. I wouldn't be eating him. Well maybe an arm or two. But you know what I mean. I started the fire slowly, carefully. Then I fed it. Fire's like a pet. First it was to be born. Then you have to feed it. Then if it's a good boy you give it a treat, after it's treat is consumed you ease it slowly in to death.

All in all I burned the random bitch to charcoal and ate three of his fingers. I'm not a cannibal. But when I can't exactly take a photo of the victim, I take some charcoal and bite some fingers. Besides it was better than the food I was getting in this hell hole. You think I'm lying. I can tell.

But the flames did really help cool me down. I realized that death was always something Spectra wanted to really experience for herself. So her death should've of course been celebrated. She wouldn't want anyone to be sad over her death. So I wouldn't be. Well she probably would want people to make a huge deal. But cannibalism was big enough for me.

So anyway after that episode I decided to go back to the room and chill out. I wasn't exactly an adrenaline junkie and wasn't one for celebrating. But of course awaiting me there, was my eternal demise.