A/N: Okay . . . lets see . . . I got 2 suggestions on the whole 'torture' thing. ONE says 'NO'. That's YOU Azure Lightning. And the other ONE says 'YES!' that's YOU Moi! Well, this does make the author (That's ME!) get confused! Well, any who. I never wanted to hurt Babs. Yeah, Moi you got a point there . . . its just a story! But I want my stories to mostly get a good line up. And not scramble the on-going story lines that are happening in the books! So, I'm sticking with NO tortures! BUT! I'm gonna wait 'till chapter 8 for the torture yes or torture no! so. Pls. Review and tell me if I should! I know that this is my story but I like the readers ideas! Thanks! By the way; this chapter will follow mostly the battle at the Asylum! PLEASE tell me how'd I do! Thanks.

CHAPTER 7

Arkham Asylum, the most hated spot in the off side of Gotham. Lunatics crazed minds and troubled souls who have gone wrong lives inside these walls. Little do they know . . . that their freedom depends on one other man. A man who himself is crazed and totally out of his mind.

As this man walks by the dark hallways of the asylum. Passing each cell means to hear the laughter of the inhabitants. They scream with joy, with pleasure of the pain. Bloods of unknown monsters scar the walls. Messages written with them. But suddenly . . . the laughter stopped. It stopped for peace, stopped for some reason. A reason no body dares to know why.

"Pathetic." The tall man mumbled as he kept on walking.

The laughter started again. This time, even louder, scarier as it echoed through the narrow hallway.

Nightwing swung to the ground of this new Asylum. There, two bodies lay on the ground. Most probably they were guards. Killed by Lock Up himself.

Dick bent down to check their pulses. None came to his attention. He proceeded inside.

Lock-up made his way towards the main control room of the Asylum, killing every security guard who blocks his path. He glared at the control panel in front of him . . . at the corner of his eyes he could see one of the officers squirm to a fallen walkie-talkie. He shoved out his silenced 9mm handgun and put a bullet in the head of the fearing guard. Smiling at his success he positioned himself on his original place.

"Geez man. Don't you ever give up?" Came a voice from no where. In reaction, Lock-up pulled out two more silenced guns from his sides and took three small steps back from the panels. "Where are you?" his icy voice demanded.

"Hmm, that's a toughy one! I could be here . . . I could be there . . . I could be anywhere!" The voice spoke again. It appeared to be moving from one place to the other.

Suddenly, a shadow came to view. With out hesitation the brute shot his two weapons in a rhythmic motion. Missing at every single shot.

"Awe shucks! Locky! I feel shame for you. You can't even hit a bat if it in front of you and say 'Hey! I'm a bat! Hit me!'!" The voice teased again.

"Come out of the shadow's young one . . ." Lock-up said with a whisper. He backed away his smoke-filled guns.

The owner of the voice emerged from the shadows. "Actually . . . I prefer to be called THE one!"

A short chuckle fled Lock-up's mouth, "Nightwing . . . long time no see."

"And with that face! I'd wanna keep it that way! Long time NO seeing!" Nightwing joked his opponent again.

"Well! I wouldn't say that! We have been seeing each other in a while haven't we?" A new voice called out from behind. Dick twisted his head to see . . . "Dead Shot? What the hell are YOU doing here?"

"Taking care of business!" Dead shot aimed his wrist-gun, which contained a laser-pointer. And it targeted exactly on Nightwing's head.

TBC

A/N: SO! Did ya like it? please tell me! And of course! Tell me about the torturing! YES? Or NO?