Visitor
A couple of weeks passed on as captured thief sat in her prison; most would beg to be let out, go crazy, or sit calmly secretly planning their escape, but she did none of these. Blaze still sat against the wall where the Penguin had left her, a blank look on her face. If you got close enough you could see her blue eyes had gloss over to white. A heavy set women in a guard uniform walked up to the cell, banging on the bars with her club, but got no movement from the prisoner.
"How you doing Ms. Blaze?" the women asked as she stepped into the cell, closing the door behind her.
Blaze looked up for a moment, meeting the guard's eyes then let a sigh slip out, lowering her head again.
"I see. Well this might get your hope's up a little, you have a visitor" the guard grinned.
"Who is it?" Blaze almost whispered.
"A Mister Wayne."
The Penguin was eavesdropping on the conversation and scurried to the edge of his cell when he heard that name.
"I didn't know you knew that selfless, rich bastered." he growled.
"I don't, it seems my connections are higher then I thought" Blaze stated flatly.
She rose slowly and mulled over the history of this man that she had learned. Why was he visiting her, the pair had never actually met. It made her think back her to the times she had seen him, and heard his name as she followed the guard down to a private room.
"Mr. Wayne, I present Ms. Blaze" the guard said when they entered the room.
"Ms. Blaze?" Wayne asked, confused.
The guard just nodded her head, then walked back outside, closing the door behind her and waiting next to it.
"So what brings a man of your stature here?" Blaze asked taking her seat across from the billionaire.
"Well I heard you were finally apprehended... for attempted murder. It made me want to come see if you were alright. You know I have a friend who use to read all about you in the paper's. Your crimes were very small, and sometimes you where in the paper's for a heroic reasons to. I just wondered what changed you" Wayne replied. "But you must answer for me first, why are you still in your costume? Surely the cops have integrated you and found out your true identity, I figured after that they would have given you prison attire."
"Well they would of" Blaze started. "If they ever got to the integration part. But see I got out of that."
"It's required."
"Not when you're quite close to a very powerful man who works on the force. He keeps my name out of the papers, and everyone's knowledge as well. There are only two people who know my true identity Mr. Wayne, so it make me wonder why you are TRULY here."
The billionaire thought over her answer, wondering who in the police was corrupted. Thinking he would have to investigate that soon, and stop him. Then he looked back over at his company, who was smiling at him quite interestingly.
"Well I'm glad to see my visit has gotten you in high spirits" Wayne gleamed.
"Humph I doubt that, seeing how you know this isn't my true smile" Blaze grinned.
"Now how would I know that?"
"This is a safe room, and by safe I mean no one can hear us outside these wall. No cameras either, just a guard outside, who trusts me quite well."
This thief sure had the prison wrapped around her finger, really who was this powerful man that was making all this happen.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Wayne asked
"O nothing really" Blaze rolled off.
She wanted him to say it himself.
"Well alright. You know I have to ask, I heard you tired to kill the Joker. He's quiet the deranged man but surely that's not the best choice" Wayne began.
Blaze shook her head, annoyed.
"My friend, who read all about you, I doubt he would agree with you."
"Now that's where you are wrong. If I'm right, I knew this friend quite well."
"Well apparently I knew him better."
"I doubt that, you weren't much for talking about your feeling."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure how you would know that."
"I said this was a safe place."
" I don't understand what you mean by that still."
Blaze was getting impatient, this was taking to long. She stood up from her chair and threw it back against the well, making the billionaire fake a shutter.
"We can talk here truthfully! Which means you can act like your normal self... Batman" Blaze raised.
"Batman? Surely you don't think.." Wayne started, but Blaze cut him off, angrier.
"You shouldn't lie to me! I know your Batman, but don't go blaming your old friend Jason. He didn't tell me a thing. I'm just a smart girl, who finely noticed all the hints, and put all the connections together. I mean why else would you be here, and at his funeral, and almost everywhere else in his life. You know it's nice to finally meet the BW-man he talked about so much."
"You talked?" Wayne asked, his voice a little deeper.
"He did on some nights. You know we talked a lot more then you think?" Blaze said.
She picked up her chair slowly, and sunk into the seat.
"I'm sorry" Wayne let out.
Blaze shook her head, then brought it up. Anger had somehow came back.
"A man like you! How could man like you not of stopped this? Surely someone in your place could have saved his life!" Blaze yelled.
"I'm not as great as you think I am" Wayne sighed.
"I never thought you where great. Overprotecting, and a little crafty but never great."
"Uh thanks, I think."
"So now that's everything is out, you agree with me right. The Joker deserves death."
"He deserves to be helped, that's why he was put in Arkam Asylum."
"Helped! That man doesn't need any help."
"I still think you are wrong, as I'm sure Jason would as well."
"Ha, you really don't see the anger that boy held do you."
"Joker is in the Asylum to get help for his insanity and many would agree with me."
"You know Mr. Wayne maybe I was wrong. Cause I know the real Batman would see through that monster's ruse. At least try to get him on death row, with your kind of power his sentence could go quite fast."
"That's not the way the system works."
Blaze glared deeply at the man in front of her but got no reaction. She let out a long sigh, then took many deep breaths, calming herself before she spoke again.
"Maybe you should leave Mr. Wayne" Blaze stated.
"I came here to help you, to change your mind" Wayne said.
"Well that's not gonna happen."
"Maybe not this time."
Mr. Wayne got up, shaking his head, and walked to the door, knocking on it. The guard unlocked and opened the door.
"But I will be back Blaze, again and again, until you change you path" Wayne said, then walked out.
