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"Mother."

"Ah. Pearl."

"Handle."

 "Revolver."

"Gun."

 "Father."

"Father? End."

"Death. Stop. stop."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

-Arkham Asylum.

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((FOH Conference Quarters))

A cup of hot, but not quite steaming, coffee was set down on the wooden conference table in front of Graydon Creed, founder of FOH. He nonchalantly lifted the cup as he glared at the man across from him, "How many Trask?" He asked straight to the point as always.

Trask smirked slightly, "four-teen alive, including one human."

 "A human?" Creed frowned in disgust, "Continue."

 "Ten dead, one of them was Charles Xavier."

Creed slammed his cup down on the table cracking the mug up the side as well as sloshing some of the coffee onto the table.

 "Damn it Trask! I told you we wanted him alive!!"

Trask stared back at him blankly, he had his own issues to settle with Charles Xavier and he did it right there in the mansion, "Self defense." He frowned.

Creed narrowed his eyes, "Get out," He growled dangerously quiet, "Get out before I kill you."

  Trask stood up brusquely and left the room without so much as a glance back.

Creed scowled angrily at the guards by the door, "Kill him."

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 "You're a disgrace to humans everywhere." The ugly man sneered at him.

 "I think you have it mixed up," Bruce growled balling his fists, "You're the disgrace."   

Bruce tried to open his eyes only realizing that they were already open. The darkness that swirled around him was so thick he could hardly breath, that and the broken ribs he had from the earlier fight.

 A rat squeaked somewhere near by his head; he sat up quickly and felt nauseated by the sudden movement and the pounding in his head. Inhaling deeply through his nose, and nearly gagged from the smell surrounding him. A light overhead suddenly turned on lighting up the small dingy room with a dull glow.

 Bruce was on his feet the moment the light turned on; he gaped at his surroundings in silent horror, bloody handprints lined the walls and floor along with some other substance he didn't care to know the identity of.   

A voice cackled over a speaker in the corner of the room, "Welcome home Brucy." The voice laughed in an awful high-pitched screech.

Bruce scowled at the camera on the other side of the room, "Joker." He growled

 "You thought you got rid of me, didn't you Batboob?" The Joker's voice dropped into a deadly whisper, "Well you were wrong. And you know what else you were wrong about?"

There was a brief silence then a gasp, "Oh God Batman! Help me!"

 "Robin!" Bruce shouted taking a step forward.

Laughter filled the room again, "Think you can save him this time?"

 "Joker, you sick bastard!!"

 "Oh, I'm hurt," Joker's voice feigned disappointment, "Oh well," He laughed, "You have one hour and twenty minutes to get to your new friends and Robin before, 'bye-bye'."

Bruce turned as the door to his cell slid open, "What are you up, to Joker?"

 "Wouldn't you like to know? Ta."

Hesitantly turning for the door, Bruce pulled his cowl back on and made a run for it.

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Logan glanced back at the boy sitting in the corner of their cell, the boy glared back at him through a mess of black hair.

  "What's yer name?" Logan grunted as he inspected the room for a way out.

The boy swiped a hand through his hair, "Jack, what's yours?" He asked tugging at the metal collar clasped around his neck.

 Logan paused at a wall and frowned slightly, "Logan." He answered as he tapped a finger on the wall; it was thin enough for him to be able to cut through with his claws, if he could just get the adimantium-laced gloves off.

  "What are you doing?" Jack asked as he climbed to his feet and approached Logan, who was tapping the wall in thought.

Logan tilted his head slightly and scowled at the wall, "Somethin' doesn't seem right about this place," He grunted glancing around the room, "Its not put together quite right."

Jack touched the wall lightly, "It's not metal," He said in puzzlement, "What the hell?"

 "That's what I'd like to know." Logan growled pulling his hand away from the wall.

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Virginia sat propped up against the wall; her fingers were raw from her attempts at trying to pull the collar off. Kitty and another girl watched her worriedly from the other side of the room.

 "Virginia, you're fingers are bleeding," Kitty frowned wiping at her swollen red eyes, "I don't think you're going to get it off."

Virginia sighed in frustration and let her hands fall into her lap, "Damn." She frowned glaring at her torn and bloody fingers.

 "You two obviously know each other…" The girl sitting by Kitty spoke up suddenly, "My name is Hayley." She smiled softly trying to lighten up the mood.

 "My name's Kitty and she's Virginia." Kitty turned back to Virginia who had begun to cry silently.

Hayley frowned, "Who turned you guys in?" She asked Kitty softly.

 "No one, they attacked Xavier's School For The Gifted." Kitty rubbed a hand over her face.

 "What happened to the others?" Virginia spoke up suddenly, "What happened to Rob, Kitty? What happened to Bruce and Logan and-"

 "Virginia!" Kitty snapped cutting Virginia off, "I don't know, but I bet they're, like, okay."

 "The guys go to the other side of the building and kids under the age of ten are all upstairs." Hayley answered rubbing the back of her neck.

Virginia turned to her, "How'd you know that?" She whispered hoarsely as she clutched her wounded shoulder.

 "My… my dad is apart of the FOH, he's the one who brought me here."

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