Ello! Minion here! First I would like to thank my wonderful readers and reviewers for an outpour of comments that warmed my heart!

Next I would like to get into some matters concerning chapters and treats! For one, this chapter is short-ish but also early (I recently (and temporaily) came into possession of a hotspot and decided to post early since the rising tidal wave of tests this week is sure to crush me by friday) and I hope you all enjoy the changes made and grow eager to learn of the ones to come-yeah, next chapter is VERY fun ^-^

Secondly, my Halloween treat is off to a good start, I'm sure you'll experience great humor and horror upon reading it!

Yet before I go into my disclaimer I have exciting news! My wonderful Megamind and I filmed an impromptu, totally random music-video with Megamind cosplaying Dr. Crane and myself cosplaying Revis awhile go but now the video is uploaded to you-tube as "Dr. Crane and Revis" by "RoseLacedPaint". Some halirous tidbits of information include the fact that Megamind is 5 foot exactly whereas I am somewhere between 5"6' and 5"7 (it's been awhile since I've measured myself), so half the time the heights are out of order but shhh...The video is funny-and the bloopers even moreso!-and includes sneak-peaks into scenes from the story that are yet to come.

Also I do not own in any way, shape, or form Batman with that in mind, enjoy!

Chapter 6

I came to without any sort of grogginess or aches, just sudden awareness—but awareness of what?

I blinked, tentatively rubbing my eyes as I willed the dark yet glowing room into focus. My night vision was a hindering ability at best, usually scaring me more than anything and tonight there was no exception.

Instead of a creeping darkness that seemed to devour me, I saw strange blotched patterns in the shadows that even showed on the far wall which seemed to glow an eerie blue green...

I rubbed my eyes again and gently exhaled yet upon looking up most of the strange patterns disappeared and so did the blue green light, now I saw a sliver of normal light under the door.

This was a different cell than I was used to…

For one, it was larger and the bed actually felt like a bed should. I doubt I was upgraded on account of my nonexistent 'good behavior'.

I attempted to stand but suddenly fell to the ground, hitting my knees harshly. The shock knocked the breath from me and for a moment I simply kneeled, my hands on the floor to break my fall, while most of my long hair fell into my vision. Then I felt the head rush and cautiously backed up. I tried to take a step but almost fell again.

Furrowing my brows in a mixture of confusion and fear, I felt down my leg and—

What was that? Were those...shackles?

My eyes widened even though I was unable to see any clearer. I felt along the restraint and my suspicion was confirmed. Thick leather bindings wound around my right ankle, the heavy buckle was cold and for a moment I wondered why the rest of my body was unbound. In my time in solitary, I hadn't been bound so carelessly—Come to think of it, I was rarely bound at all.

I immediately began to unclasp the leather restraint when I paused...

What if I was supposed to free myself?

The guards weren't filed with abuse reports if inmates were a danger to themselves or others and while I was more confused than violent at the moment, I would be 'escaping' and that would induce some brutality. Curiously, I felt along my restraint and followed the thick chain down a ways. That's odd it seemed to lead under the bed.

As I felt along the surely empty area I touched something warm and breathing.

I gasped, drawing back, but I needn't have worried for whatever it was it shot out from under the bed and tackled me into the ground.

I screamed deeply as the thing attacked me.

I attempted to push it off but I only heard horrible grunting, gasping noises as it pressed into me. I screamed again then turned over and vainly tried to pull myself away while trying to protect myself from the thing. Sobs rose from my throat as the panic of the situation overcame me.

Instantly, the light came on and I was blinded.

Suddenly, the thing was gone and I was sprawled out along the floor, every part of me as far away from the bed as my bindings would allow. Then two men, masked with the usual guard's gear, entered the room and spoke back and forth in a strange code.

Finally one spoke, "What seems to be the problem here?"

I looked up at them in disbelief, "The thing it attacked me! Quick it's under the bed!"

The second guard laughed, "Great, now we're getting paid shitty money to check for boogeymen under the beds."

Something didn't feel right about this...

They neared me and the first one spoke up, "How did you get out of your restraints? Were you trying to escape?"

The second guard chuckled, "Guess she's a danger to the facility, trying to escape and all..."

The first guard caught on, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

I sat up and stood against the bed, which indeed had four other restraints of the usual kind on each corner.

I shook my head and dug my nails into the mattress, "W-Why would I scream if I wanted to escape? And what's with this—" I broke off to gesture to my leg.

"Shut up, freak!" the second guard said, sharply hitting me.

My eyes were wide with panic as the blow left my cheek numb. The first guard joined in but he hit my stomach causing me to wheeze painfully for air while fighting nausea. They continued to beat me while I numbly bent over in pain, unable to stand properly for both fear of their violence and the chain.

Weakly, I fell to my knees to cough up blood as the second guard grabbed my long hair in his gloved hand and pulled sharply so my head ached while I stared into the odd mask like contraption all high security guards wore.

"She ain't bad lookin' for a crazy bitch."

My skin felt chilled.

Oh no. Please, anything but this...

"Cut it out you know the boss will kill ya if you try—"

The second guard laughed and pulled on my hair once more, "He won't know..."

The second guard pulled down his zipper yet upon acting on the once buried reflex, I lunged forward to headbutt him in his stomach. He tightened his grip on my hair as he fell causing me to fall along with him. I landed painfully, my leg twisting with my arms underneath me.

Not caring about the pain, I wrestled my arms out from under me and straddled the man as best I could with one leg useless. Without waiting for his retaliation, I tightly squeezed the area just under his chin. Applying all my pressure to the slightly ribbed texture of his trachea, I felt it bend beneath my hands.

Shit! I never thought the bitch would catch me off guard. Ugh, I swear the next time I see her I'm gonna shove my cock down her throat so hard she'll bleed.

Nngh, stupid cunt, her hair's like a fucking spider's web.

He gurgled and tried let go of my hair to attempt to free himself but I tightened my grip further.

Ahh! Fuck!

At this point the first guard hit me with the butt of his gun causing me to fall over and rest toward the wall as I tried to distance myself from both the bed and those guards. The first guard helped the second guard up as they limped to the door, knowing I was restrained.

What they didn't know was I could easily escape.

When my head stopped spinning, I quickly unstrapped the leather binding then ran, limping at first, toward the door. I managed to push past the men and run into the hallway.

I was escaping—Wait, didn't I already?

I frowned while running down the long hallway...

I-I-Why was I here?

I had been ignoring the question since I awoke, fearing any panic that might surface from too much thought...but now, the memory came back.

I had a fight with Dr. Crane in his office that lead to many things, tears, anger, fear, but ended with the room in a disastrous state.

Later that night, I escaped through the 'carelessly unlocked' door of my cell while Ernest checked through the lab with backup, actually entering the moment Dr. Crane was about to leave the lab.

As if that wasn't enough evidence, he held detailed files, going over his experiments and different formulas for his toxins. In the rush of the arrest in which he actually gassed a few guards, I slipped into the night, hoping to leave before anyone noticed I was gone.

That was what I remembered but now...I was in Arkham. This didn't make any sense!

I made a sharp turn but froze as I realized there weren't any other patients here.

What was going on?

I heard the sound of heavy boots running behind me so I quickly opened the first door—Shit, it was locked!

I tried the others—Damn, were they all locked?

I saw the mask of a guard just over the edge of the corner before I tried the last door and thankfully it opened.

I rushed inside breathing heavily before looking around the room to see—

No...

Dr. Crane stood from behind his desk and raised an eyebrow but before he could speak the guards burst through the room and took my arms before I could try to fight.

Dr. Crane spoke in a concerned yet detached voice, "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Er, sorry about that, boss. She got out of hand," one of the guards replied.

"Leave her here. After all, she took the trouble of finding my office so why bother with sending her away again?"

The guards exchanged looks before pushing me forward.

I froze, unsure of what to do.

This...This wasn't happening. I escaped.

"Please, take a seat," he asked but made no move to sit down himself.

I looked him in the eye, "No."

He raised an eyebrow then leaned against his desk causally, "Very well then…What has you so bothered, Revis?"

How is this happening? It's too painful to be a dream...

I ignored his question complete as I stood, my mind racing, trying to understand what's happened.

"Revis?"

"Don't..." I said quietly.

"Pardon?" he asked in a cocky way.

I exhaled roughly, "Don't pretend you don't know what's going on..."

I clenched my fists at my side trying to rationalize this...

I was about to leave to Canada, I couldn't be back in Arkham—My heart stuttered as I slowly lowered myself to the floor leaning against the arm of the chair.

I was in Arkham...

No, Arkham had closed down—

I was in Dr. Crane's office...

No, I had him arrested. I escaped. I-I—

I heard him walk forward until he was only a few feet from me, "And what would that be?"

I swallowed, unable to come up with an answer, unable to do anything but lifelessly stare at my hands—

My hands.

I held them up closer and rubbed my thumb over my left index and middle finger...

Callouses. Callouses from playing the violin.

This wasn't real.

I stood and looked him in his cold, blue eyes, "This isn't real."

He sighed and gave me a sympathetic look made clearer without his glasses, "Not this again...Revis this is real. You are in Arkham. After the electroconvulsive therapy began, I had thought you'd make progress but it seems you're in need of a stronger dose..."

I shot up, "Electro—No, you're wrong!"

I held up my left hand, "These callouses came from my violin, I've been playing for almost a year—"

"Where would you find a violin in Arkham? If there are in fact any callouses they might have been caused from any number of things. You have to understand while this is painful and confusing it's made with your best interest in mind."

I shook my head then jumped as he placed a hand on my shoulder, "I'm only trying to help you..."

I shook my head but slower this time.

He pulled me into his arms and I froze.

He was touching me...

No, this was wrong. I needed to leave.

I tried to pull away but he ran his hand down my hair, carefully avoiding tangling his hand in the unruly mess.

Instantly, I relaxed and leaned against him.

I was in Arkham; I was with him; I was safe.