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I Don't Get Visitors

Two Weeks Later

"You have a phone call Korin," I heard the grinding of the cell bars before I heard the voice of the guard. Interrupting my lounging against my single pillow that was pressed against the uneven wall of my room, playing with the hole in my sweatpants that I had made when I scraped them against a bed spring.

"Is it my lawyer again? Cause I've hung up on him twice and right now he's starting to look real desperate." I continuously flicked away the threads that I pulled from my pants.I originally thought that being a patient here meant lawyers weren't necessary, but word on the grapevine is that Arkham is starting to get overcrowded so some of the inmates are going to be moving to Blackgate while renovations are made. If that's true it would explain all the new, young, fresh-faced lawyers that seemed to be popping up straight out of law school. Or maybe it's just a little bit of an experiment for them.

"Get up Korin!"

I thought prisoners had the right to refuse phone calls. Today just wasn't agreeing with me and I had no desire to get in another spat with the guards. "Jesus fucking Christ, alright I'm coming!" Once I stood from my cot I brushed away any remaining threads before walking towards them with my hands held out. My compliance apparently wasn't needed nor wanted seeing as they still grabbed hard enough to leave bruises. When the newest guard, whose name I still didn't know, put the handcuffs on my wrist he pinched the skin, he might have done it accidentally but I doubt it. "You could be a little bit gentle asshole."

He didn't say anything and just turned me around to start walking, one of those strong silent dicks I guess, on the way out I looked over at J's cell. Joker was sprawled out on his bed like I had been, neither of us had any desire to talk today for some reason. His eyes followed me as I walked down the hall and his hand waved a small goodbye, it was like the wave that toddlers first learn, where you continuously clench and unclench your hand into a semi fist. I gave a small wave back with my hands still handcuffed in front of me.

It was a pretty short walk, I had come to learn that each building had everything that it needed, they were just separated by security level and patient levels. If I had to guess I would say that the call rooms are located more to the front of the building. I was directed into a small space with a single chair and phone attached to the wall, the guards pushed me into the room before standing on either side of the door.

I picked up the phone off the hook, "Lorenzo's pizza…." I'm just fucking hilarious aren't I, even on my off days.

"Glad to know that they haven't fucked up your humor Scar." Nate!? How the hell does Arkham let Nate get a call through? "By the silence I'm gonna guess that you're a bit shocked to hear me, you can say something Scar, just don't use my real name."

"Why the hell are you calling me?"

"You know you're on a time limit and you choose to ask that? I saw what happened from my apartment, not to mention that it's been on the news for a couple days now, somebody must have leaked it since you haven't even been on trial yet. Do you even get a trial? Wait never mind, how the fuck did you let yourself get caught?" I'm so gonna kick his ass when I get out of here.

"Oh fuck you, I know how I got caught, but I obviously can't fucking tell you now can I?" I ran my fingers through my loose hair, part of me wanted to slam the phone repeatedly into the wall. Nate just had a way of making me angry, maybe it's because he cares too much about me, I don't know.

"Alright, alright, I heard that it was Batman, how the hell did you get caught up with him?" Why the hell would you call me just to question my great capture? That's the real question that should I be asking.

"Jesus…" crap I have to think of a name, "John," real original, "I don't know, Bruce Wayne must have had him in his long list of contacts, or I don't know maybe, Batman just wanted someone to lock up that night. For christ sake I don't fucking know!" I leaned my forehead against the rough stone wall with the phone clutched in a death grip.

"I'm sorry Scar, I know this was never planned, you're too fucking smart to ever let something like this happen," not smart enough apparently, "what job were you doing that involved Bruce Wayne, the jobs that I gave you didn't even ask for you to leave the house." Is he going to feel like I cheated on him if I tell him that the job didn't come from him?

"The job didn't come from you Na...John," I heard him sigh on the other end, "it was from someone else. They wanted dirt on Wayne and I just underestimated the wrong person. I fucked up...I fucked up really bad, I know that. Or I don't know, maybe I subconsciously wanted to get caught...at least that's what some of them are wanting me to think. You wouldn't believe some of the shit that they put you through, it's like most of the doctors got their degree out of a cereal box." I forced a laugh out, it was short and insincere but it was still there.

"What are they doing to you in there Scar?"

It's not just them.

"Five more minutes Korin!" One of the guards yelled out the exclamation even though it was unnecessary in the tiny room.

"You heard him John, I've got five more minutes what else did you want?" I stretched out the phone cord so I could grab the chair behind me and sit.

"Are you gonna answer my question," no, "nevermind I know you're not. Well anyway just listen, I've got a couple of my tech savvy people looking into a way to get you out, they're not as good as you but they'll get the job done." Yeah I'm sure they will, "I know, trust me I know that me saying this doesn't mean shit, but I want you to know that I'm not gonna leave you in there. I know you're not insane Scar, anyone can see that, I just want you to trust me, just this once." Jesus Nate, "I know it's like I'm asking to be saved but dammit Scar I just need a little bit of trust, that's all I'm asking. Can you do tha…"

The phone was ripped out of my hand and slammed onto the receiver. I stood from my chair knocking it back while glaring the guard down, he just stood there with a smug look, he looked like a real asshole. "There was no way that was five fucking minutes!"

He didn't say anything, seems like he wants to be one of the strong and silent types. All he did was grab my arm to lead me back to the cell block.

I can trust Nate, I know that I can, I also know that if he's got his people working on getting me out then it's going to be a very long wait, and I just don't know if I can wait that long.

After I was led back to my cell there were a few painfully slow hours that passed before another guard came to get me. Though this time it was for an actual visitor. I heard the footsteps and the buzzer then the voice of the guard, "get presentable Korin, you've got a visitor."

I looked over my shoulder at the new guard, "sorry new guy I think you've got the wrong cell, ya see I don't get visitors." I went back to my original position electing to ignore the obvious mistake.

"Get your ass up and put your shoes on Korin, final warning!" Oooh someone's using their deep voice today. I swung my legs over the side to slide my feet into the slip ons that rested near my bed. Once I stood I shrugged on my orange shirt over my white tank top and held out my arms for the anticipated pat down. The guard nodded towards his partner while keeping his eyes locked on me, I gave him an over exaggerated smile while his heavy handed friend searched me.

A minute later I was cuffed and ready to see my mystery visitor, on my way out of the cell I heard Joker call out to me "two trips in one day, you lucky girl." I gave him a quick smirk over my shoulder before my arm was tugged to direct my eyes forward. The guard ended up bringing me to an interrogation room rather than the traditional visitors area. I was cuffed to the table and given another quick pat down before being left alone. There wasn't much of a wait before my anticipated guest showed up, and lo and behold it was none other than the man who ended up being my demise. Bruce fucking Wayne.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me. What the hell could you possibly want from me when I'm locked up in here?" I shook the chains for emphasis. He didn't say anything just yet, he did however pull out a small remote control from his suit pocket and pressed a button. The only thing that I audibly heard the remote do was lock the door behind him. "I'm guessing they can't hear us anymore?"

He unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting across me, "you would be correct but don't waste our time on redundant questions." Well damn.

Nobody would ever accuse me of being subtle with the next question that came out of my mouth. "You're the Batman aren't you? Or is that too redundant of a question Mr Wayne?" He didn't look shocked by my question, but I could definitely see a struggle in keeping his surprise at bay.

"I'll be the one asking the questions here Ms Korin." Ah yes the Ms card, why do older men always pull that, it's way too cliche to be intimidating.

I looked around the room while responding mentally mapping the area, "that's funny, cause I was told this was a visit, not an interrogation. That means I can ask as many questions as I want, and you've already answered one of them. Who would've thought that famous Bruce Wayne is Gotham's own Batman. Though I guess it does make sense, only someone as obscenely rich as you could really afford to do it." Oh I wish I could throw this in Vicki Vale's face, she's been dying to figure out this fuckers secret identity.

"That sounds a bit like a backhanded compliment Ms Korin."

There are a total of five cameras in the room, two exits and probably four hidden microphones under the table, two of which are back ups. "Oh believe me Wayne, it wasn't a compliment at all. Also you can just call me Scar, the guards call me Korin enough as it is."

"How did you figure it out?"

My leg had started to become a bit jittery and began to bounce continuously, "there really were so many giveaways when you look at it. First off your dramatic entrance into my apartment after I had just stolen from billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, that was too big of a coincidence. Even though I did think that Batman might have been in Bruce Wayne's pocket for a while it didn't add up completely. It also didn't help that immediately after I mentioned your name was when you decided to knock me unconscious, thanks for that by the way, best sleep I had, had in weeks. Second, even though your suit is a bit bulkier and the voice is a bit more robaticy, the height is still relatively the same, also your eyes remain the same. Lastly, it wasn't hard to recognize elements of the League of Shadows in your combat, and we were all warned of you Bruce." If I'm still being hunted to this day, I can't imagine how often he has to fend off the League.

He let the shock on his face be known at this point. "I thought I recognized the Katana hanging above your fireplace, as well as your fighting technique, they didn't teach you everything they were meant to however."

I held up my hands in a 'what are ya gonna do' motion, "ya caught me, I haven't been keeping up with my training like I'm supposed to. Could be cause I never renewed my gym membership." Why are you really here Bruce?

"How did you get away?"

My shoulders gave a quick shrug, "probably the same way you did, but I'm not really free, I dug myself too deep into the League to be. I've been looking over my shoulder for almost four years now and I was doing pretty well until you came and ruined it. Now I'm just waiting for an assassin to slit my throat in my sleep."

He leaned back in his chair and seemed a bit personally offended, "believe me they know exactly where you've been, choosing not to get rid of you is his personal choice, but you wouldn't have found out that reason until it was too late." I don't want to admit that he's right but I know he is. "Why did you leave?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I know why I left but you're the only other alive that I know of, why are you different?"

I had to roll my eyes at his way of intimidating me, "I don't know, maybe they forgot about me, or like you said, maybe they're waiting for the right moment. Hell maybe they don't want to waste resources on someone like me. You and I both made a really bad decision Bruce, I joined the league when I was nineteen and I was there for three years, I went up in the ranks like I was determined to do when I started."

"How far up did you get?"

I glanced away from him, "there wasn't an actual name for what I was but think Ra's right hand. That's about as close to a comparison as I can draw."

Wayne looked at me like he was shocked, then proud, then curious. "How are you any better now?"

"Well I'm not killing people everyday anymore so I suppose that's a start isn't it?"

He let out a low sigh, "you had a second chance Scarlett. There aren't many who get that when they join the League." Yeah and there aren't many in the League who did what I did either Bruce.

"Yeah, but that chance went out the window when Gotham literally chewed me up and spat me back out. I think you need to be reminded that not everyone will always have a home to come back to." He was silent. "I wasted my second chance Bruce, believe me I know that, but I did what I had to do."

His hands clasped on top of the table, "there is always another choice Scarlett."

I threw my hands up at that, "says you Bruce! You had a fortune handed to you when you were born! You had something waiting for you when you came back! I didn't! I had no clue what I was going to do when I left the League because I had nothing to start with before I joined. So don't tell me that there is another choice when I didn't have one to begin with."

"You have a choice now."

As you've said before Bruce, "jeez it really sounds like you want me to break out of here." Either that or you just want to feel like the shining symbol of justice that you pretend to be.

"I have no doubt that you will."

I laughed at that, "and will you be there to throw me right back in when I do?"

"No but you know where I am when you do. If you decide that you want to use that second chance come find me, my door is always open…even though you kicked my butlers ass."

"Yeah can you tell him I'm sorry about that by the way."

I don't condone Alfred getting hurt at all by the way. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. As always if you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me. Happy reading!