Author's note :

nadillaandlaprasthefireandice : Actually, it is Edward who stated that he loves metal, but I forgot to wrote that he said this. Fail :) I already corected it. Also, Alice likes metal too, I just wanted to straight things up :)

Bat-teen 28 : Riddler's gonna be my guest star for the next couple of chapters, so I hope you're gonna like it :)

Erik-is-my-angel1234 : I don't have that much time anymore, but I'll try to post new chapters often :P

Jenicide24 : I'm glad you like it :)

"What did I told you about fatalities, you moron ?", Eddie said. I was speechless.

"Uhhh... No fatalities, no evidences ?", the prisoner said.

"Bravo, you're almost as smart as a retarded monkey I bought in the circus.", Edward said sarcastically.

I looked at them with terror. This prisoner just shot two guards. And apparently, Eddie hired him.

"Edward, what is going on ?", I asked slowly. I had no idea what to expect.

"I'm sorry about this, Alice. I told this dumbass I do not wish any fatalities. It's hard to find a good henchmen these days."

"Sorry, boss, but I thought that they wanted to take you back to cell.", prisoner said apologetically.

"I do not pay you to think since it's clear this ability is beyond your comprehension. I pay you to make your job right. Now give me the gun.", Edward said.

Thug gave him the shotgun without a second thought. Eddie took the gun and shot the prisoner in the leg. The latter shouted in pain and collapsed to the floor.

"Aaah ! You motherfucker ! Why the hell did you do that ?!", the prisoner shouted.

"What are you doing ?!", I asked.

"It was necessary.", he told me and looked at the thug. "You will stay here and distract the rest of the goons. Oh, and don't even think about ratting me out. Joker wouldn't be happy to know that there's a spy between his people, now would he ? He would prepare a punishment beyond your primitive imagination. Now be a good boy, stay here and bleed. When the rest of these monkeys come here, told them the guards shot you before you killed them. Oh, and moan a little. It will attract them faster.", Eddie said patronizingly.

I looked at him with terror. He looked back at me.

"Listen, I know it looks bad, but I have a contingency plan. There's a passage in the vents that will allow us to escape the Asylum. My man is waiting for you on the docks, he'll take you somewhere safe."

"What... what about you ?", I asked, still shocked with previous events.

"I've got some business to do. I need to get to Gotham, and then... damn, I don't have enough time to set all the trophies..."

"Trophies ?", I asked with confusion.

"That's a long story. I need to get you out of here. But first, I need to get my stuff from the storehouse."

"Okay... fine.", I said.

"Are you sure you're okay ? You're a little bit pale. Don't mind the blood, it will wash off.", Eddie said casually. "Now come on, Alice. We need to go. Now."

He led me to the air shaft.

"I'm not the brute type, so I need your help with this ventilation cover. I'll shoot the bolts first.", Eddie said.

"The brute type... Waylon !"

"What ?", Eddie asked with confusion.

"Waylon... Killer Croc is still there ! I can't just leave him in the sewers."

"He's three meters tall, crocodile-like murderer. I think he'll be fine. Also, he knew about this whole scheme. So did I."

"Wait... Since when you knew about it, to be exact ?", I said accusingly.

"It's been three months since Joker told me.", Edward said.

"Joker himself told you about it ?!"

"Yes. You know the Joker, yak yak yak."

"Why didn't you tell anything ? After all those sessions, you don't trust me ?", I asked with disbelief.

"Of course I trust you. We're friends. You're one of few people who are even remotely close to my superior intellect. I like you. But I like freedom, too. Do you really think I enjoy being in the Asylum ?", Eddie said.

"You just... I... I don't get enough salary for that.", I said. I knew it wasn't the time nor place for arguments.

Eddie shot off the bolts of the ventilation cover and grabbed it. I grabbed it from the other side and together we removed it.

"Go first. I'll make sure nobody follows us.", Edward told me.

"Didn't you forget about anything ?", I asked.

"No offence, Alice, but my intellect allows me to comprehend things far beyond your imagination. What could possibly stay beyond my notice ?"

"I'm wearing a skirt."

"Oh. Uh... I'll go first, then."

"It's dinner time, maggots.", I thought to myself.

I knew the clown would succeed. He was a prick and I wanted to rip him apart, but he was good at schemes. I was travelling through the sewers to find the exit. When I finally found one, I looked through the glass in the door.

The Bat was on the other side. The door was locked, so I crouched and waited.

When he pushed the door with his shoulder to open it, I suddenly jumped out, roared into the glass and punched it so it broke a little.

For a short moment, I could see the Dark Knight shitting his pants. After that second, he returned to his emotionless face.

"I will find you.", I growled. "Rip your flesh like paper."

He stared at me for a second. Then he turned back and walked away as fast as he could.

"Gotta find another exit. The door's locked.", I thought to myself. I tried to destroy them many times, but those maggots who created them knew what I was capable of.

I jumped into the water when suddenly, I heard somebody's footsteps.

"Another poor bastard ?", I thought. I was getting hungry.

I looked at him. He looked like a freak, like another super-villain. He had some kind of gas mask and his outfit looked like old rags stitched together. The weirdest part of him was his glove. It had a five syringes attached to it.

"Doesn't matter. I just have to rip his hand off.", I thought to myself.

I prepared to jump out and grab him when that bastard suddenly threw a little bag into the water. I felt dizzy as fuck.

"Oh, isn't that Alice's little puppy ? So adorable I could beat you to death.", the freak said and laughed. By God, how fucking creepy he was. I barely managed to get out of the water.

"Who... who the fuck are you ?", I asked.

"You can call me Scarecrow, you dog. After I'll take care of Alice, I'll certainly study your phobias for a long time.", he said.

"Alice... you... if you even... try to touch her, I swear...", I couldn't finish. I fell to my knees. That thing he threw into the water was strong, I could barely breathe.

"I'm gonna take care of that bitch. She will suffer. Yes, I'm gonna take my time. I have plenty of it.", he said.

"You... I have your scent, maggot. I... will find you... no matter... how... far...", I fell to the floor and felt my body getting numb.

"You failed. Now, suffer !", he said and stabbed my shoulder with his syringes. He aimed in the spot between my scales and I felt the needles piercing my skin.

"You... mother... fucker.", I mumbled.

"I'm gonna enjoy my time with Alice. And when I end with her, you'll be mine."

The last thing I heard before passing out was his laughter.

I looked around. Everything was large. The table in front of me, the set of chairs, the couch and the TV. It looked like somebody's living room. It was oddly familiar, but the place was pretty dark, so I couldn't really recognize the place. Until I looked on the ground.

My aunt's clock was there. It was broken. It fell from the table and it was permanently and irrevocably broken.

I looked at my hands. They were little and my scales were much softer. I was eight again.

I heard footstep. Then another one. Oh, God. Another one. Please, God, no.

My aunt just entered the living room.

"Look what you did, you little maggot.", she said.

I looked at her. She was drunk again.

"No wonder your father left. Who would even want a useless, fucking animal like you ?"

I stayed quiet.

"Your mother's one lucky bitch. I'm sure she was happy she could die after she saw you, you little abomination."

I didn't respond.

"What ? You have nothing to say ? You're gonna cry ? I'll give you something to cry about.", she said and kicked me in the stomach so hard that I fell to the floor.

"You're useless, little maggot !", she shouted. She kicked me again. I felt that she broke one of my ribs.

"Stand up, you little prick !", she said and kicked me again. I tried to pull myself together and stand up, but then she took her cane. She struck me with it and I fell again. She kicked me few more times and I could feel blood coming to my mouth. I didn't cry. I didn't want to give that bitch any satisfaction.

"You little maggot. I have nothing but trouble because of you."

She kicked me in the face. I felt she broke my nose, but I still didn't cry.

She stomped on my stomach with her heel and I puked on the floor, making her even more angry. She started to hit me with her cane.

After hour or two, she finally stopped.

My left arm was broken. I had two black-eyes and I could barely blink.

"Clean this up, you little maggot. I'll be back in five minutes and if this whole mess will be there, you'll get some again."

When she left the room, I finally allowed myself to cry.

I woke up in the sewers, laying on the ground. I discovered I really puked on the floor. I wiped away tears and stood up.

"I WILL FIND YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU HEAR ME ?! I WILL FIND YOU !", I shouted. I'm gonna find this maggot. And when I find him, he's gonna beg me for death.