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POV- Riley Monroe
I woke up to bright lights blinding me. People came in, leaning in to check my vitals. I was gasping for breath, my lungs not taking the pressure. Struggling was what I did.
Where was I? Am I dead? No. Not quite.
I'm in a hospital, I think. I didn't want to be here.
I'm in immense pain. It came from my stomach area and it hurt like hell.
Why didn't I just die?
Memories came flooding back, fogging my mind with anger, sadness and frustration.
Edward helped kill the people I love. My best friend is a murderer and the Riddler, and nobody knew it.
Tears streamed down my face. I kept struggling. People who I didn't know held me down, trying to calm me.
My arm swings out, lashing out at everyone.
"Ms. Monroe? You're going to have to calm down. You're okay, you're safe", a doctor said.
They didn't know my real name.
"I have to go! I have to find him! I can't stay here!", I cried.
Who exactly?, I asked myself.
I didn't know.
A needle was pushed into my arm. I sobbed as my vision became blurry and the world wasn't there anymore.
For the few minutes I was awake I sat there numbly. My feet pointed straight up under the sheets, poking at it. I was stiff all over. It was like I was dead.
My eyes drooped from exhaustion, even though I've been sleeping the whole time.
The high dosages of medication probably didn't help either.
Monitors beeped to my left, needles were stuck in my skin too, it was annoying.
I look to my right and see only one thing. A letter.
That means someone was in my room while I was sleeping, someone unwelcome.
Reaching over, I attempt to grab it, almost dropping the paper. My shaky hands bring it in front of me.
I look at it, inspecting the off white envelope. On the front it only reads, 'Emily' in scratchy handwriting. Joker?
Hesitantly, I rip through the envelope. After unfolding the paper, my eyes read the words.
'Dear, Emily
You might be asking yourself, 'Why?'. Why did he do it, why has this happened to me? You still want answers. You still need them. And wouldn't you like to know them. I'll tell you one thing and one thing only. I did it because I needed to. I did it because I had to. I had nothing and the Joker gave me something. He made me the person I am today. Also, you're going to be transferred soon, where all the nut jobs belong. And I'm going to make sure of it. Have a good life, Emily Noakes.
- Edward'
I took deep breaths. In and out, in and out. Stay calm.
He's going to put me in that damn asylum.
In and out, in and out.
There's nothing wrong with me, nothing wrong.
I let out a scream of frustration. This can't be happening.
I rip the needles out of my arm, it hurt like hell but my anger made me blind to it, just like I had been blind before.
Then nurses came in.
"Don't touch me!", I yelled.
My breathing was hard and the nurses stared at me like I was insane.
There's nothing wrong with me, nothing wrong.
Then darkness yet again.
Two Weeks Later
My eyes flash open and I'm still stiff. I'm breathing normal. No nightmares this time.
Eyes squinting, I look around at the white tiled ceiling.
No. It was different, not tiled. Where was I? A different room?
I lift my head and look around, when I look to my left near the window, a figure stands there.
The Batman.
"Hello, Bats", I said frowning.
My voice is raspy, so I clear my throat, trying help it.
"Where's the Joker?", he said gruffly.
His voice is deep and gravely. The Batman was sort of intimidating.
"Right to the point, I see", I said to him.
I sit up a bit, trying to get comfortable. I feel the pain in my side but I don't flinch.
"Where am I?", I ask curiously.
"Arkham Asylum."
Suddenly I stopped breathing.
What? Why? Why am I here of all places?
"Why?"
"Back at Gotham General, the doctors couldn't handle you. You attacked and attacked. You were going mad just being there. They determined you insane and you were brought here", he told me.
Then it all came back to me. Attacking the guards because they wouldn't let me go. Well, they should've.
"Riley, I need to know where the Joker is."
"I can't help you", I said harshly.
He pressed on.
"We could stop this. We could stop all of this madness he's put on you", he said.
"What, so then you can put him in this looney bin and weeks later have him escape? I don't think so."
I played with the bed sheet with my fingers.
"I just need an answer", his rough voice said.
I snorted. A giggle built up in my chest. I started laughing even more. I couldn't stop myself.
"Y-ya know what? I needed answers. And when I got them?", I said leaning in.
"It wasn't what I was looking for."
I burst into a fit of giggles.
The Batman looked serious though. Not a funny bone in his body I guess.
"Were you the one who was at the docks when I got shot?", I asked seriously.
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Long enough."
"So you know I'm not insane?"
He didn't say anything. He turned and looked about ready to jump out the window.
"Batman?"
Without looking at me he turned his head to the side. I took that as a continue, even though I was hesitant.
"The hideouts were warehouses either in the Narrows or close to the Narrows. I can tell you where they are, but they're old hideouts."
"Anything would help", he said.
I gave a heavy sigh.
"Why would you give your friend away?"
My head snapped up.
"What?"
"Your friend Edward, The Riddler. You're giving him up if you tell me the hideouts."
I thought about what he said. The memories flooded back as if they never came or never were there in the first place.
"Get out."
His eyes showed surprise.
"Riley... You don't have to live this way, you can get help."
I laughed bitterly.
"You hypocrite! Oh, dressing up like a bat trying desperately to save this city when it's far from being saved? You're the one who needs help."
"Riley please-"
"Get out. Please. Just go", I said, trying to stay calm.
The next day I was transferred to a cell. They called me crazy. Well, I'm not.
I still didn't understand why I was here. I've never wanted to be away from a place so bad, to escape.
As I was thinking of a way to get out of here, an inmate came into the ward. I went up to the bars and tried to get a good look.
Was it the Joker? Scarecrow? Poison Ivy?
A girl my height walks in. She has blonde pigtails, a black and red outfit and face paint on.
How could she have made it here? Who was she anyway?
"Hi-ya!", she said to me cheerfully as she walked by.
She has bright blue eyes and a face full of expression.
The guard walks her down to the end of the hallway and places her in a cell.
"Where's Mistah J'?", she asks in a high pitched, Boston sounding accent.
I raise an eyebrow. This could get annoying.
Sitting back down on the cot I think of how to get out of here. I could fake sick, pick the lock on the cell, or find a way to get out in the recreation room.
These would be easy to do. I didn't have time to make an elaborate plan.
I need out of here now.
Three Days Later-
One of the guards comes to get me out of my cell.
"Time to go to the recreation room", he said dully.
His fat hand grabs my arm roughly. I glare at the floor, not liking how they treated people here.
I drag my feet and sigh. I'm surprised they haven't put me in a straight jacket yet. I snorted at that.
The guard roughly pulls me along.
We arrive, barely anyone there. Everyone stares at me, like I'm a fish out of water. I don't belong here, and they know that.
From who I recognize there's Poison Ivy, Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter. I stay away from Scarecrow and Hatter.
Sitting on the couch, I stare blankly at the TV. The news is playing and it says something about the Joker.
"Officials just said they're getting new leads on the Joker, who's been out of Arkham for more than two months. No one has said who gave them a tip, but police are on it. In other news.."
Were those leads from me? I didn't tell the Batman much, just a general area.
But I hope they catch the clown soon.
The rest of the time in there I sat on the couch, not doing anything.
I finally get up when I have to leave. The guards are watching me closely, seeing if I would lash out, but I wouldn't.
When I had been sitting on the couch, I noticed a small key ring in between the cushions. Before the guards saw, I stuffed it up my sleeve.
With the key ring I could bend it so I could pick the lock on my cell.
The next couple days I do the same routine, barley sleep, eat, recreation time, eat, bed time. The same boring routine in the same crazy place.
I lost track of the days. It's either been a few days since I've been here or weeks, I wasn't sure. It all blurred together by now.
Today is the day I escape. I'll be free of this hell hole. There hasn't been a guard down here in a while.
As I pick the lock quickly, a door down the left of the hallway opens.
I close the door so it looks shut and I hold onto the bars.
"Get back!", he warned some of the inmates.
"Puddin'!", Harley squeaks.
Clutching the bars, I try to see who it was.
The faded green hair and white face comes into view.
The Joker.
Adrenaline and anger courses through me. Shaking from anger, I wait until the guard gets closer.
When he's close I open the door as fast and hard as I can, hitting the young guard, and the Joker.
The guard knocks unconscious and the Joker is on the floor groaning. He was grumbling, sounding angry.
Slowly, I step out of the cage-like cell. Now's my chance to escape. I can be finally be free.
I was about to turn when I hear a short, low chuckle.
My head snaps towards the Joker, giving him a glare.
"Joker."
Walking over I pull him up by his green vest, bringing him close to my face.
"You're going to pay for what you did", I whispered.
I drop him and start punching.
Punch
"That's for my parents!"
Punch
"That's for Maria!"
Punch
"And that's for everything you've done to my life and me!", I scream.
Tears were streaming down my face. I kept punching and punching. I growled in anger, letting the frustration out.
His mouth is dripping and pooling with blood. He didn't say a word, he only laughed like the mad man he is.
By the time I was finished he was out of breath from laughter and pain. The pain was clear in his eyes.
I had blood on my hands, mixing with white and red face paint. I looked at my hands in disgust and then at the Joker. I hated him with all my being.
As the guard was waking from his brief unconsciousness, I gave the Joker one last punch to the face.
Turning around abruptly, I ran down the hall to the right. I stepped out into the main hall.
The floor I'm on is the second. I need to get downstairs quick and to the clothes room. I wanted my clothes back.
I grab and change my clothes from the closet like room. Once I'm on the first floor there's nobody around. Looking up at the ceiling I see security cameras.
They're probably watching me right now. I grin at the camera and break out the back door.
The cold hits me hard. It's freezing, I can see my breath in front of me.
Suddenly alarms sound, my feet start running. They're blaring loud in my ears. Climbing, I finally make it to the top when I hear the back door with a bang. I jump off and sprint towards the streets. Even though I'm out of breath, I push forward anyways.
The alleyways are dark and snow fell in a sort of mysterious way.
After what seemed like forever, I find my way back to the hotel. Once I got in I didn't even try falling asleep.
I beat up the Joker and escaped from Arkham. I'm a criminal.
A smile grew on my face.
Three Weeks Later
Edward Nashton. The Riddler.
All clad in green. Green suit, green hat, green shoes and a golden cane. Nobody had known who he is until a few days ago.
A few days ago the Batman had found Edward, well, the Riddler, in one of his hideouts.
The Riddler being the coward he is, runs off, leading Batman into one of his death traps. He can't stand not killing someone without a death trap.
Something went wrong though. Somehow he was electrocuted, making him lose his memory. He doesn't know who he is, what he did in the past.
So I'm paying him a little visit.
I walk up to the Asylum about an hour later. It's dark and cold out.
My plan was, well, not even a plan. I didn't have one. After standing there for a moment, I shrug and walk in.
The man at the front desk is pudgy, with a red face. I started walking past it when I heard him speak.
"Miss, you need to sign in-"
I turn around, cutting him off. A knife flies out of my hand and into his throat. I walk a few steps to the desk, shutting down the security cameras. While on the computer I look up where Edward is held. I see he's been taken to an interrogation room. Before I leave, I pluck the knife out of his throat, wiping it on his shirt.
After that, I make my way up to the second floor. I pass the ward where the Joker is held, and come to a stop where I stayed in.
Following where it told me to go, I soon find him. The door is shut, but the through the glass I can see him clearly.
His brown hair sticks up everywhere and he's curled up his tall form in his seat.
Opening the door I slowly walk in. His head snaps up upon hearing the metal door.
I sit in the metal chair across. He has dark circles under his wild, dark green eyes.
"Hello", I said, just barely audible.
He's chained up to the chair, which is chained to the ground. I'd be safe.
"Do I know you?", he asks.
I look at him suspiciously. Did he really lose that much memory to where he can't remember me, his childhood best friend, one he betrayed?
"You once did."
"Do you know who I am?"
I didn't tell him who he was. How about a riddle?
"The more you have of it, the less you see. What am I?", I say to him.
I raise and eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Would he remember?
He looks up at me, alarmed.
"I know that. I know that from somewhere!", his voice raises.
Suddenly he starts hyperventilating. I only stare at his panic, enjoying it.
"Tell me who I am!", he yells.
He slams his hand down on the table, then tries to stand up.
I smile, like nothing is wrong.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
I get up, my eyes on him the whole time.
"Goodbye, Edward."
As I walk past a ward near the elevator, I hear a chuckle. My head whips around.
Of course. Who else could it be?
He looks at me with his infamous black eyes. His face paint is faded.
"Wanna uh, let me out?"
I glare at him. But something pulls me over there.
My hand hovers over the lock, but I look up and smile innocently for a brief second.
"Never", I say with a cold glare.
The hatred that I had for the Joker still lies there in my eyes.
They were still green with enmity.