Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, Robin, or any other characters besides my altered ones.

A/N: Greetings, constant readers. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you all for bearing with me and waiting ever-so-patiently for these chapters. Your reviewing is much appreciated, thanks for everything guys!

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James thought that he had fallen asleep in the nurses' office. He must have, this couldn't be happening. One moment, he was in the hospital; the next he found himself in the middle of some urban area. He narrowed his eyes in the twilight and watched as cars zoomed past and random people wandered down the sidewalks. Dream or not, this was pleasant. All seemed, pretty much normal and under control. He wasn't in Quiet Hill, this place seemed more welcoming. To his left, he noticed a sign with the town's name engraved in it. It read:

'Northsouth Ashfield'

Northsouth Ashfield? James thought randomly. That's not even a real direction. Suddenly, a sound reached his ears; the sound of someone landing on pavement. He looked up and noticed two figures standing on top of a particularly large building. Surprised, he looked around to see if anyone else noticed. Apparently, they didn't; or they just didn't care. James stared deeply at the figures in disbelief, for they were; get ready; Batman and Robin.

James slowly cocked an eyebrow. Suddenly it all came back to him; maybe he shouldn't have swallowed those unidentified pills back in the nurses' office. This was obviously a delusion or some sort of dream. At least in dreams, James thought, nothing can hurt you. With a smile James cheerfully waved to Batman and Robin; might as well have some fun while it lasts.

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Batman stared placidly at the figure waving madly at him below.

"HOLY SHNYKIES, BATMAN!" Robin screamed enthusiastically as he pointed at James.

Batman winced at Robin's words and quickly slapped the boy hard enough for the sound to echo. "What have I told you about that?" said Batman with irritation obvious in his voice.

Robin squealed in an oddly feminine way when Batman's hand collided with his face. He then whimpered pathetically. "Not to do it..." he replied sadly.

"There's a good boy." Batman said without missing a beat.

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James continued to stare at Batman. Why wasn't he reacting to him? James waved his hands wildly in the air.

"NOTICE MEEEEE!" he screamed towards the sky, frantically waving his arms.

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Robin nearly soiled himself in excitement as he pointed at James. "HOLY MAYONNAISE, BATMAN!"

"That's it!" shrieked Batman, turning towards Robin. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT!!!" Before Robin could react, Batman hoisted him into the air and flung him mercilessly over the buildings' edge. Robin could be heard screaming 'NOOOOOOO!' as he fell to his doom.

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James watched, paused in mid frantic wave, as Robin fell out of sight behind another building and presumably splattered on the pavement.

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James allowed his arms to slowly return to his sides.

"That was odd." James turned on his heels and headed in a random direction. He wandered over to an apartment complex and stared at it. Having no idea why he wanted to go in there so badly, he sauntered inside.

Startled, he examined his surroundings. I just walked into an entrance; shouldn't I be in a lobby or something? But James was not in lobby, he was standing in the middle of an apartment room. Looking around him, he noticed that the apartment door was chained shut with many padlocks and heavy iron chains. Why the excessive needs for a fancy door lock? James wondered.

Just then, a young man with messy brown hair sauntered down the short hallway connecting the bedroom and bathroom to the living room, talking to himself.

"Well, welcome back, Henry; back to your small sanctuary. Too bad it won't be safe for long. For this level's episode of Peephole Theater, nothing interesting seems to be happening. Let's go see what's on the Eileen channel." He suddenly paused as he noticed James.

"GHOOOOOST! OH MY GOD!" Henry shouted. "I'M TOO FAR TO DIE NOW!"

"Whoa, whoa now!" James said, holding up his hands as Henry lit a candle and waved it menacingly at him. "I'm not a ghost! You are part of my dream/delusion."

Henry stared. "What? You speak lies, ghost boy! Face the wrath of my holy candle of-"

"I AM NOT A GHOST!" yelled James as Henry frantically waved the candle before him. "Your silly candle does not affect me!"

After about 20 seconds this clicked into Henry's paranoid mind as he lowered the candle.

"You mean I wasted my candle for no reason? Damn!"

James indicated the door. "Why did you lock it like that? Are you too good for a normal lock or somethin'?"

"I didn't lock it," replied Henry, "Walter did... I think... Say, how did you get in here?"

"Who's Walter?"

Henry did not respond as he darted towards the door and pulled out a red piece of paper from beneath it. "Oh joy! A note!" He paused to read it. "This note will self-destruct in 10 hours..."

James ignored Henry and instead, messed with the locks on the door. "Do you have any handgun bullets?" He asked.

Henry glanced at James questionably, "Sure, why?"

"I need some." said James flatly as he examined the padlocks. Henry wandered over to his chest containing an infinite amount of items and withdrew from it a box of handgun bullets. James snatched the bullets away from Henry and quickly loaded his gun. He aimed the handgun at the padlocks and shot them off of the door in rapid succession.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" screamed Henry, "You're defying the physical limits of our polygon environment! This is against the rules! Y-you can't do that!" Henry seemed shocked to near hysterics. "I've never been able to get out of that door! I haven't found the keys yet! Eileen is still somewhere in another dimension! I can't just leave like this!"

James kicked open the door for dramatic effect, smiling inwardly to himself. "What's wrong with you, fool boy? Step into the hallway, come on; feel the freedom."

Henry seemed as if his very world had been thrown into chaos and confusion.

"This is so wrong!" he whined as he set foot into the hallway. "You must be some all-powerful entity in order to be able to open my door like that... hey, what's your name anyway?"

James struck a pose with his handgun. "Scanderlund... James Scanderlund."

"Well Mr. Scanderlund, I thank you." With that, Henry dramatically inhaled a breath of freedom air while emotional cinematic music played in the background. He began to walk down the hallway but was immediately intercepted by a dog with a horrible case of mange and a long tube-like tongue that dragged on the floor. James noted that the tongue resembled a proboscis.

James pointed at the mange-infested canine. "I hereby declare you chupacabra." He said with an odd sense of pride. Henry was screaming in terror, paying no attention to James' proclamation.

"They are here too!" screeched the panicking Henry, "They've come for me! That means that ghosts are here too! Oh Gods, will freedom ever be mine!?"

James, having seen worse then the pathetic butterfly dog, stepped forward with his new rusty pipe drawn; eager to try out his new weapon.

"Members of PETA, shield your eyes." James announced as he stepped towards the disturbing dog.

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A few moments later, after much destruction and bloodshed, James conquered the butterfly/chupacabra dog. He stood proudly over his kill while Henry began to go hysteric over a hole that appeared in the wall.

"Look at that hole!" Henry yelled a bit too loudly. "That is a portal that leads to somewhere! Quickly, into the hole!"

"It reminds me of the Seal of Metatron..." James said thoughtfully. Henry leapt into the hole without thinking twice as to where it would lead him. James wondered vaguely if that hole would lead him back to the Hospital in the "real" world. Having nothing to lose, but possibly something to gain, James began to step towards the hole. He was intercepted, however, by a randomly appearing man with shoulder-length light hair clad in a long blue coat. James blinked at him.

"Who are you?" James questioned.

The man raised an eyebrow at the confused James, whom was stained with chupacabra blood. "... Walter Sullivan." He replied. James clapped his hands together.

"HEY!" He shouted with excitement, "I read a document mentioning you in the nurses' office! You're the guy who committed suicide with a spork after you killed those people"

"No..." replied Walter, "That was Alan Rickman. Here's your sign, dumbass. And plus, it was a spoon, not a spork."

"Whatever, spork sounds better." James said, not phased by Walter's words. "Hey! Isn't Rickman the scary teacher from Harry Potter?" He watched Walter head towards the hole. "Where are you going?" Walter paused.

"I'm following Henry and victim 20121."

"Well, that hole probably leads to the hospital in Silent- I mean Quiet Hill, seeing as it is time to end my delusion."

"Delusion?" Walter grinned. "This is no delusion my disturbing friend. You are simply in another dimension."

"Then how do you explain Batman and Robin?" asked James.

Walter looked at James as if he doubted his sanity. "Have you been... smoking something?"

"I don't think so." Replied James thoughtfully. With that, Walter disappeared into the hole. James quickly followed, not wanting to be left alone in the disturbing apartments.

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James found himself back in the nurses' office. He stretched and rubbed his eyes furiously. It had been some sort of delusion, Walter was wrong. The sound of Maria's voice floated slowly towards him. He slowly looked over his shoulder; Maria and Harry were talking to each other, deeply absorbed in conversation. Birds of a feather thought James, vaguely.

Seeing this as an opportunity to ditch both of them, James slunk ever so quiet and carefully towards the door. He carefully avoided crashing into an I.V. and crept through the partially open door into the hallway. Once out of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. He inched around the corpse of a Jackson Nurse and turned a corner, just in time to see Walter do the same. The sound of a moving elevator reached his ears.

"Walter, wait!" He cried, "You're the only sane person I know! Come back!"

Obviously, James has missed the fact that Walter is a serial killer; and also the fact that Walter supposedly committed suicide, meaning that he should be dead. Nether the less, James took off after him.