The next morning, Becky woke up to cell bars above her bed. At first, she was confused as to why she was in a cage, when last night's events came rushing back to her in an aching groan as she lifted herself up, her body sore from the beatings she had taken from Friitawa.

Slowly, she reached towards the ground, hoping to find her cane. But when she looked around her cell, it was nowhere to be found.

She growled. Figures they would take that. It wasn't like they were stupid enough to not find the gadgets hidden inside. But what she was really frustrated at was that there was no replacement. Don't these people know that I can't walk without something to support me? She thought. Slowly, she pulled herself out of bed and wobbled to her feet.

Wait, wobbled?

She looked down, and gasped. "M-my leg…I can move it?" She cried, her mind hardly daring to believe what her eyes were seeing. Her left leg, which had previously only been stiff and unyielding, save for a few toes, was moving before her eyes.

She experimented with it by taking a few steps forward. She wobbled a little with each step, like a newborn giraffe, but didn't loose her balance.

Becky couldn't help the laugh of delight escaping her lips as she started walking around the cell, her steps becoming more coordinated as she practiced, occasionally holding her arms out for balance as she started to walk faster and faster, until she was starting to run in circles around her cell, her grin a small light in the dismally small prison of the Gotham Police Department building.

She soon stopped running, slightly dizzy from the experience, but that was nothing compared to the euphoria running through her system. She could hardly imagine what she could do now. It was a miracle!

"I…I can walk," she breathed; hardly daring to believe this was real. "This can't be real. I-I must be dreaming."

"Ah, so you're finally awake."

She turned towards the sound of the voice. Commissioner Gordon sat outside her barred cage, his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement at her antics.

Becky blushed, looking down in embarrassment. "Oh, Commissioner Gordon. I didn't expect you to be here this early."

"It's just part of the job," he replied, taking a small puff from his favorite pipe, before sliding a bright orange jumpsuit through the bars. "Here, put this on. Once you're done, be prepared to answer some questions."

She nodded, sighing. She had a feeling that she knew what those questions were going to be about. When he walked away, she slowly slid out of her ruined costume, shivering slightly as the cold air hit her exposed skin. Quickly getting dressed, she pulled her legs in closer, trying to regain her body heat as Gordon returned to the wheeled chair he had parked in front of her cell.

"Alright, Commissioner. What are your questions?" she replied calmly, her arms crossed as she prepared for the interrogation.

"Why are you allied with Crane?" he replied, his eyes watching her every move carefully. In his long line of work, he knew to never take his eyes off of Rogues for even one second, especially when they were calm and collected.

She snorted. "I didn't have a choice. It was either stay with him or be caught by the police and put in prison on murder charges. Either way, my life was over."

"Hmm," he muttered, writing her response down on his interrogation papers. "And who did you murder? Describe him to me."

She shook her head. "I-I don't know. I didn't get a good look at him. I was too busy trying to run away. Again." She closed her eyes, fighting to hold back tears. She knew this interrogation was inevitable; she knew that even before she had taken her revenge on Crane. But still, she felt fearful of her fate. But I made my decision, she thought, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. And no matter how much I could wish it, I can't change the past. Whether good or bad, I have the face the consequences of my actions. Even if it means going to Blackgate.

Gordon adjusted the pipe in his mouth, taking another quick puff. "Now, you do realize that you would likely be sentenced to Arkham for your association with Scarecrow, as well as the recent trauma you've been through?"

Becky smiled. Oddly enough, she didn't feel frightened about that prospect, like most ordinary criminals would. But then again, after the terror she had experienced that night, she felt ready to face it. After all, Arkham wouldn't be as bad as Blackgate would be. In Blackgate, she would be alone and without anyone to defend her if trouble comes knocking on her door. But in Arkham, she had Jonathan, Ivy, and Harley to keep her company, something she had never had in her previous life.

"Yes, I do. But the funny thing is, Commissioner, I'd rather be at Arkham than anywhere else right now."

He raised an eyebrow. It was not every day that he had heard a criminal would rather be put in a mental institution than a regular prison. Gordon shook his head. Perhaps Crane did do something to her. Or maybe he didn't. He had no idea what should be done with her. She was obviously sane, as they wouldn't be having this conversation if she weren't. "Your trial will begin in an hour. "

"Very well," she replied calmly, her gaze holding with his. "I'll see you then."

As Gordon walked away, her calm composure started to crumble, tears streaming down her cheeks as everything hit her at once, her shoulders sagging as she curled in on herself.

She didn't know how to feel, if these tears were tears of sadness or of joy, but she did know this. She could never go back now. She had made her choice.

And she knew that there was no one to blame but herself.

Hey, guys. Sorry I posted a day late. We've been very busy getting ready for our beach vacation in a few days and I got home late last night from buying some last minute supplies for the trip.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the story. I've had a lot of fun creating it and I wouldn't have felt so proud of it if it wasn't for you guys reading, reviewing, and following me on this long journey. I really appreciate all that you've done for me. So much so, that I'm leaving what I write next up to you guys. I have already posted a poll on my account. The one with the most votes will be the next story that I write, followed by the other one once that story is done.

Again, thank you guys for sticking by me, even when I didn't update as frequently as I would have liked. I hope you guys have a great day and have a wonderful vacation. Take care!

Edit: Sorry about not having the poll up. This is my first time doing a poll, and I had no idea what I was doing. Hopefully, I didn't inconvenience you guys too much. I'll try to do better next time.