Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, sadly :( But I do own a fuzzy unicorn. His name is Bob. Yesterday I yelled at him for having such a generic name.

She'd done it. She'd thought of a way to get out of here. There was no way that this couldn't work. He was going to save her.

Edward Nygma was the one who gave her the idea. Not purposely, but it came from a conversation they were having earlier that day. Vera and Edward were having a random conversation, much like they usually did for the two weeks since she'd been there.

"Who would you call if you needed saving. It could be anyone in the world, dead or alive. Anyone at all." Edward asked her, sitting right near the bars that confined him to the cell.

Vera did the same and thought about it for a while. It was hard to think of someone at the moment. But she knew who she wanted help from. "Jason."

"Who's that?"

"My brother. Adopted brother."

"That's sweet." Edward smiled at her. He had a twinkle in his eyes and remembered his own brother. He was his best friend but aklways felt more like a brother.

"What about you?" Vera asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Who would you call if you needed help?"

Edward thought, long and hard for a little while. Who would he call if he could call anyone to save him? It took him a little while to think of the perfect answer, but he finally found it. It was a very beautiful and amazing answer.

"I would call... Chuck Norris."

They both burst out laughing. Vera looked around, the dark and dreary surroundings of the asylum. It was such an innapropriate place to laugh but here they both were. There were shouts of "Shut up!" from all around them. So they both shut up, barely containing their laughter.

"So... umm.. why Chuck Norris?" Vera asked. Tears runnning down her face from laughing so hard.

Edward was wiping tears from his face, too. "Why do you think it's Chuck Norris?"

"Because Chuck Norris is bad ass?"

"Exactly. If he were my protector, no one would fuck with me then."

"Not even Batman?"

"Well, kid, that may be a stretch."

Finally, that was when Vera got it. She had an idea that would get both of them out of there. It had to work, there was no way that it wouldn't. It had to work.

Of course, Vera couldn't tell Edward about her plan of getting them both out. He wouldn't let her risk herself to get him out of here. He'd rather she get out and he'd break himself out later. Well, too bad for him.

She just needed Bruce. He would save her. He'd get her out of this place. But she'd have to get edward out herself. Bruce wouldn't approve of that. He knew edward as the Riddler. There was no way he'd want to believe she was friends with him, let alone she wanted to break him out of an asylum.

But there was one thing that stood in her way. Jonathan. Her father was the one thing that could ruin this entire plan.

Jonathan had a grip hold on her ever since he found her in that house. Almost everything she did was monitored by him. However, he didn't know that she and Edward talked. But other than that, he knew everything. Her plan wouldn't work while she was in his hands. She needed to talk to another doctor or something like that.

Vera's plan had started to commence on that next Tuesday. All of the inmates were let out of their cells for lunch in the cafeteria. Vera sat down at a random table, not in the mood to eat. And sure enough, watching like a hawk in the corner, was her father. She never left his sight when she was out of her cell.

About halfway through lunch, Jonathan walked toward Vera. She knew he would "just happen to" walk by her, like he did everyday at this time. And she knew what she had to do when the time came.

He was almost right in front of her. Then he walked past. His back was facing her. And that's when Vera pounced.

Vera jumped onto his back, not skipping a beat and scratching at his face, aiming for his eyes. She could see the blood already on her hands as she scratched. She kicked his back and stomach from her position on his back, feeling every crack his bones made.

Jonathan yelled out in surprise as he felt someone jump on his, then screamed in pain as he felt the nails raking his face and at his eyes over and over again. He could taste the blood in his mouth as the pain grew more and more intense. He knew who it was. Vera.

As she assaulted him, all of the flashbacks of him hitting and kicking and stabbing her ran through her mind. It wasas if all the pain. All the anger, all the sadness were finally coming out as she attacked the man she called her father. It felt good. As far as she was concerned, they were even.

Jonathan could only think of his grandmother. It was like he was a child again, and he was at the mercy of his grabdmother again. He was beinng beaten, he was a sinner, and he could never redeem himself. He was a disgrace to her, an absolute disgrace.

She was always brutal, relentless. She beat him for breathing, she beat him for anything. There was nothing he could do to stop her. No matter what he did, no matter how good he was, he was always beaten to tears. He didn't know what to do or where to turn. There was no way he could escape.

But this wasn't his grandmother. It was his own daughter. And they were at an asylum. Security would get to them soon enough.

Vera teared at Jonathan's bleeding flesh and kicked his ribs in. The whole cafteria was silent and looked with interest. None of them liked Jonathan Crane. He was snotty, stuck up, and talked down at them. They were his subjects, they were expirimented on. It was nice to see him being beaten down for a change.

Jonathan dropped to his knees, dragging Vera down with him. His knees gave a loud crunch as he hit the ground. Vera flew off of him and the guards werw there in a second.

A few of the guards dragged Vera, kicking and screaming away while they carried Jonathan out of the cafeteria for immediate medical attention. Vera got him pretty good.

Edward watched in shock as he watched what had just happened. Before Vera and Jonathan ;eft the room, something happened.

One by one, each of the inmates stood up. As soon as an innmate stood up, they clapped. All of the inmates were clapping for Vera as she was dragged away by guards. They spat at Jonathan as he was carried out through another exit.

Edward saw Vera smile before the door was closed behind her. "Kid's got guts..." he said to himself as he continued to eat.

Vera was secure in a straight jacket and put in a bland room with padded white walls. She was alone, but she knew that there was a doctor watching her with a camera outside the concealed door.

They told her Jonathan was going to a hospital, she had done a number on him. And he would stay there for at least a few more days.

Vera smiled. Phase one of her plan was complete.

A/N: I have an idea for the prequel. :D This story will coming to an end in a little bit. I'm not sure when but it will be sooner rather than later if thinngs go as planned. I will be taking a little break after finishinng this story and uploading the prequel so I can focus on my other story, Bella, which also has Jonathan in it.

Hope you like it. I know what Vera's plan is but I have to fix some kinks in it. I hope you like this chapter. My laptop shut down on me when I was halfway done with this and deleted the entire thing. :( But I wrote this and now it's up so it's all good.

Until next time! :)

-harley

Shoutouts:

Rorschach In Blue Jeans

IShouldBeInAStraightJacket

ZenyZootSuit

ZabuzasGirl

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