"Well Batsy, we're at it again. Same old song and dance." Joker said, a maniacal laugh echoing through the night.

"Shut up Joker." Batman said.

Batman had somehow found himself chasing Joker across rooftops. Joker a few feet in front of him. Suddenly, Joker stopped short, and turned to Batman, his grin even wider. Batman was weary, as he always was with the Joker. He looked crazier than usual, and Batman only saw that look when he was about to take a hostage, but there was no one on the roof with them. Looking around, just to make sure, Batman saw a large black lump at the edge of the roof, but it couldn't have been human. They had made a lot of noise when they had arrived on the roof. No way someone wouldn't have moved.

Joker had seen the lump as well. It had moved ever so slightly when they had got on the roof, and Joker had an idea. A hostage would stop the Bat, it always did. Acting fast, Joker grabbed the figure, and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He placed a gloved had over the person's mouth, and held the knife to their throat. Dark brown eyes popped open, but the figure didn't move any more, other than to stand on their own.

"Lookey Batsy. I have a hostage. I know how much you love a hostage situation." Joker laughed.
Batman's eyes widened. It wasn't because Joker had taken a hostage, but because of who his hostage was. Dreamscape stared at Batman, annoyance showing on the parts of her face he could see. "I don't know Joker. She doesn't look like a hostage to me. She looks really pissed off." Batman said.

"Really now? What can she do to me? I have a knife to her throat. By the time she manages to kick me, or slap me, I'll have slit her throat." Joker said.

Batman looked at Dreamscape, but she wasn't really moving. She almost seamed scared. Was she having a flashback to when Jacobs had kidnapped her? Batman looked back at the Joker, who was still laughing like the madman he was. In a flash, Dreamscape's hand flew to Joker's head.

"What is this?" Joker stopped laughing and just stood there. He finally looked down at who he was holding, releasing the pressure of his knife slightly. Dreamscape looked up, severely pissed off. Joker had brought back memories she had been fighting to hide. Joker was surprised to see the girl was wearing a mask. He realized he probably just took one of Batman's sidekicks hostage. He was about to let go so he could get her hand away from him before she did something crazy, when his head was suddenly filled with strange images.
Dreamscape decided to be nice since Batman was standing there. She filled Joker's head with images of clowns. All kinds of them too. It wasn't entirely scary, but it would keep him busy in the dream for a while, after all, it was hard finding a door when several hundred clowns were trying to make you laugh. "He'll be asleep for a while." She said to the older man as joker dropped like a rock on the roof, drool coming from his mouth.

"What did you do to him?" Batman asked, seeing the mix of joy and pain on Joker's sleeping face.

"He's just dreaming, I promise. It'll take him a few hours to get out of it." Dreamscape sat back down on the ledge.
"What if he can't find his way out?" Batman asked.

"Then find me, I'll let him out." Dreamscape laid back down and closed her eyes.

"What are you doing here? Why are you not home with your family? You just got back." Batman looked down at the young girl.

"I can't sleep in the house. When I sleep around other people who sleep, I enter their dreams unwillingly. It makes for a restless sleep, for me." Dreamscape opened her eyes to look at Batman. "This part of the city is a good place to sleep. I'm always aware of my surroundings, and no one is sleeping here."

She had a point. At this time of day, no one was sleeping in this part of the city. Too much crime happening for them to sleep. No sleeping, means no dreaming, and that means Dreamscape could get a restful sleep. Batman nodded, and sat beside Dreamscape. "How are you?" he asked.

"I'm adjusting." Dreamscape said. "It's hard. Too many bright colors. Jacobs hated bright colors, but knew I loved them, so he used them against me. Every time I used color, I was punished."

Silence fell over them both. "I know they love me. I know it, but I just don't know if I can do this. I'm worried. I've been with Jacobs for so long, I don't know if I can hold up the facade of being happy to be home for very long." Silence fell over them for a second. "Don't get me wrong Batman, I am happy to be home, and I'm happy to see them, but I'm just not happy."

"I understand. Going through something like that is hard for someone. It'll take time to adjust. You're strong, you'll make it through." Batman said.

"I'm just tired. A year and a half with Jacobs, and all the time before, not sleeping well, I'm just tired." Dreamscape said.

Batman thought about it for a minute. He had a place away from people she could use to sleep. But it was going to hard getting her there every night. "I have a place, just outside the city. There's no one around for a few miles. No one lives there right now. I have it set up just in case the cave get's compermised. It would make a great place for you to sleep." Batman told the girl.

She looked up at the older man. "Really? You'd let me stay there at night?" She asked.

"Yes. It has power, and everything set up. And if you don't want that, I already told you, you could feel free to come to Wayne Manor. I do believe a country home would be better for you though." Batman said.

"I like that. Thank you Batman." Dreamscape said.

Batman pulled a paper out of his utility belt, and wrote the address down. He handed it to her. "You know how to drive a motorcycle, right?" He asked. Dreamscape nodded. "I'll have one waiting in the alley just outside the gaits to you house. You can use it to get there faster." With that, Batman patted her head, and left.

Smiling, Dreamscape looked at the paper. She already knew were the place was. She had remembered going with her father to help build the main part of the house. It was small, but it would have made a good vacation home, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and away from people. She remembered that was what Bruce had said to her father when he had asked him why he had wanted a house so small, so far from the city.

Laying back down, Dreamscape tried to fall back asleep. A few people had went to bed, and it was harder to fight the transition from her dreams, to theirs.

Dreamscape sneaked back in just before her family normally got up. She put on a pair of PJs, a dark red pair, and slipped into her bed. When she was sure everyone in the house was awake, she let herself fall into a deep sleep. She knew her family wouldn't wake her up. They thought she was fragile now, and needed all the sleep she could get. She was grateful for the sleep thing. But that didn't mean she was happy they thought she was fragile, and needed tending to now. She was even stronger than before, and knew how to take care of herself. She also knew that they were just worried about her, and that was why she was going to let them fond over her for a little while. They needed it more than she did, even if they didn't realize it themselves. But for now, she was just going to sleep in a bed. A nice, comfortable bed, instead of a floating in a tube.