Sister Dearest.

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They were finally let out of medical, the Doctors believed Jester and Riddler's injures were fine now.

Jester still complained about her ribs though and Riddler did too he was certain they weren't healed properly, but what else was he to expect from Arkham?

Now here they were, on a rainy day, being kept in because of said rain at recreational period and Jester was driving him up the wall, as usual.

"Eddie, why they keeping us in here."

"As I have told you, ten times before, it's because it is raining," he grit out.

Jester sighed. "But it is so boring, locked up in here! I would of preferred my cell if ya' ask me!"

"Well, I wasn't."

Jester pouted before smiling.

Suddenly the girl was on her feet racing off somewhere, leaving Edward watching her in bewilderment, as the black and white child ran over to Sarah Cassidy shouting.

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!" she cried as she ran over to Sarah and… Mist Terry?

Edward blinked. She hadn't changed much, if at all.

Short raven hair, held back by her green headband, the long white coat fitted her frame perfectly and those eyes still sparkled like glistening emeralds.

He smiled as some memories came back to him. "Same old Mist Terry," he whispered before getting to his feet and walking over to Jester.

"Jester, leave the poor Doctors alone, they're idiots anyway, being around you for too long would surly liquify their brains," he muttered.

He stood in front of the two Doctors, dwarfing them since he was 6ft 1 inch, but Mist was still taller then Sarah and right now she seemed to be having an argument with herself, if that was possible.

"Edward," Doctor Cassidy muttered. "You seem to be coping well, how are your ribs?"

"Quite all right Doctor, who's your friend?" he purred, looking right at Mist who seemed to become a little flustered, that obviously meant she didn't recognise him. Shame.

"This is Doctor Terry, the new Doctor who will be working here."

"Oh really?" Edward said grinning as ideas began to form in his mind. "How… interesting. For how long?"

"That's undecided Edward. Now, I believe your little friend is lonely," Doctor Cassidy said, gesturing to Jester who was sitting in the corner watching the rain outside.

Edward sighed and walked over to her, watching Mist and Doctor Cassidy walk out of the room.

He turned back to the girl who held a haunted look on her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, before looking out of the window and saw a patient transfer van.

"Who are they transferring?" he questioned and then his eyes widened as Roman Sionis also know as Black Mask was pulled out of the van and shortly afterwards a young girl wearing a mask that held painted blue frown with a tear painted on the right cheek.

"Sasha," Jester whispered staring down at her sister as she was pulled inside.

"Your sister?"

Jester was out of the recreational room in a heartbeat, with Edward chasing after her.

"Jester, don't do anything foolish!"

She wasn't listening as she ran down the steps, pushing Doctors and nurses and guards out of the way, till she came to the transfer room, where her sister was being pulled through.

"You!" she screamed as she charged at Sorrow.

Sorrow looked slightly shocked, well at least that's what Edward thought because she was still wearing her mask.

Jester tackled her sister to the floor and the two tussled with each other, Jester was screaming while punching, kicking and biting her with Sorrow trying to strangle Jester.

The guards looked to be in a state of shock, even Edward had never seen such anger and hatred come from the black and white being before.

"You, you pushed me in that vat!" Jester screamed hitting Sorrow again. "You ruined my life!"

"Like you didn't ruin mine?!" Sorrow screamed wrapping her cuffs round Jester's neck, but it seemed Jester was expecting it and she punched Sorrow in the gut before poking her in the eyes.

The guards finally began to take action, pulling the twins off each other.

"I'll kill you!" Jester screamed. "I'll cut your damn face off, so you can wear that as a mask!"

"And I'll cut you a nice little smile, sister dearest!" Sorrow hissed.

"I am not your sister!" Jester screamed launching herself at Sorrow again and slamming her fists into the mask, before giving Sorrow a right hook, causing the mask to fly off.

It was like time had stopped as the mask clattered to the ground.

Sorrow took in a deep breath before turning towards her sister, spitting the blood out of her mouth.

"That the best you got, sister dearest? Didn't I teach you anything about holding your own?"

Jester stood with a wide eyed expression. Sasha's face had gotten worse. The scar tissue was more pronounced now, more then it had ever been. It covered the full left side of her face and her eye's pupil and white, even the iris bit was red from the chemicals.

Jester took a deep breath. "The only thing ya' ever taught me Sasha, was that the closest people in your life are the ones that hurt you the most."

"Hmm… I suppose I did," Sorrow smirked before hissing. "Why don't I teach you how to die?"

Jester jumped and dodged the blows, kicking out, before the guards grabbed them both and Edward took Jester pulling her away.

"What in hells name?" he hissed. "Why did you do that?"

"She ruined my life Eddie!" Jester shouted. "She killed me, the real me!"

The girl began to cry and she curled up in a ball, crying to herself.

That's when Edward realised something he'd missed all along. The girl acted happy and bouncy, but that's all it was, an act. In truth, Jester was possibly the saddest person in Arkham.

Edward sighed and sat next to her.

What was he meant to do? Comforting was not his strong point.

"Jester… the real you isn't dead. She's just hiding," Edward sighed, awkwardly putting a hand on her back.

"I wish she would just come out," Jester whispered.

"She will do," Edward concluded. "But only when she's ready and she's not ready yet, okay?"

Jester nodded, before smiling and sniffing. "Okay Eddie. Thanks. By the way, ya' pants when it comes to comforting."

"I know," Edward laughed. "I.. just haven't had that much experience of it. No one really gave it to me after the age of eight. That is, until I was 14 and I met Mist."

"Speaking of her," Jester sniffed, whipping a few of her tears away. "Was it her? Was it Mist Terry?"

Edward nodded. "Yes, it was. She hasn't changed very much, still wears her green headband."

"I think she's taking most of Doc' Young's old patients, maybe she'll have you and me?"

"Maybe she will," Edward purred. "Now wouldn't that be fun? Just don't scare her too much."

"A- okay Eddie! Ya' can count on me!"

Little did they know, they were being watched. The camera in the far corner zoomed in on them before zooming on solely Jester.

In the guard room, a figure was silhouetted against the harsh light of the screens showing the both Jester and Sorrow at the time.

Light flashed against his wrist watch as he held it up to see how much time he had left before he would need to leave the Asylum.

"Danny?"

Suddenly the figure froze, before turning round to see Officer North standing there.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned the teenager.

Danny raised an eyebrow. "I just came to collect my fathers things," he spoke, it was calm and sharp, nothing like a kids voice should be after only a few weeks of loosing the only parent he had left.

"Oh… well they're not here, we already sent them you," North explained.

"Well, they haven't arrived."

"Maybe the post is late?"

"I suppose," Danny muttered. "That explains many things at least."

He stuffed his hands in his jeans pocket, before pulling out a silver pendant with a 'V' in the centre of it.

"Why do you have a pendent with a 'V'?" asked North, gaining a quick glare from Danny. "Shouldn't it be a 'D'?"

The boy bowed his head, his black hair falling in front of his eyes as he ran his fingers over the 'V' before putting it back in his pocket.

"I like what it stands for," he muttered, picking up his leather jacket on the way out, as he swung it on, straightening it off by giving it a quick shrug.

"What does it stand for?"

The boy froze once again. "What business is it of yours?" he snarled, turning to glare at North, who's eyes widened when he took in his dishevelled state.

His hair was a mess, dark circles surrounded his eyes like he hadn't been sleeping, his lips were pale and looks too thin for a boy of his age.

"Danny, are… are you looking after yourself?" asked North.

Danny smirked, pushing his hair out of his face. "I don't know anymore. Dad was the only one who really knew how to look after me, Mum died too long ago to know me," he glanced at the image of Sasha and scowled. "My mother was cheated of her life all because of selfish brat, my father was cheated of his life because of psychotic clown and his two little followers. No one knows how to look after me, not even myself."

"Danny, you need help, if you just call us, I'm sure we can-."

"Do what? Tell me? Can you bring people back from the dead?"

"No, no one can do that."

"Then you can't help me," Danny hissed.

North watched as the boy walked down the corridor towards the exit. "Oh and the 'V' stands for Vendetta," Danny called back to him before whispering harshly. "Keep an eye on the news, for Vendetta will be leaving his mark."

T.B.C:

Note: So, this is the first look at Vendetta! :) What to you guys think of him, he's certainly one of my more darker characters. Stay tuned for more and we'll get to see how Vendetta progresses in his quest for revenge. :)