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Riots and Riff Raff

"I would pack a bag for this friday if I were you doll."

"No problem J."

It wasn't the sound of Will's screaming that woke me up in the middle of the night this time, it was however the sound of gunfire, a lot of gunfire to be exact. Was this J's plan, to start a fucking prison riot!? I shot off of my cot, grabbing the mattress on the way and went to the corner of my cell so that I could protect myself easily if need be, I saw the inmates being let out of their cells by people dressed in various masks and hoodies, there was even one dressed in a giant panda costume out of the group. No denying it, these are definitely J's men, only he would have his henchmen dress up in ridiculous outfits, I was sorely disappointed in myself that I couldn't escape on my own, I was instead having to rely on J for my means of freedom, if he even decided to help me out that is. I had looked for so many ways to escape but I would have never been able to do it without the aid of outside help. I guess this would put me in his debt, because he sure as hell wouldn't do any of this out of the kindness of his heart, and I didn't even want to know what his idea of payment is.

One of Joker's goons came and opened up my cell without even giving me a second glance, apparently they didn't care who got out of their cell, just as long as the result was full blown chaos. I curled my body into the dark corner behind my mattress just in case one of the more unstable inmates decided to come running through the door. The hallway was becoming quieter as the inmates ran out the door, when I looked at the other side of the hall I saw J being let out of his cell by one of his men who then handed him a gun.

I stood from my corner once our eyes met when he looked up from the gun that he was given, he had a self satisfied smirk on his face, which I returned with less enthusiasm. We both made our way out of our cells, but I stopped to lean against the wall while he continued to walk towards me.

He loomed over my frame when he came to stand in front of me, "I guess thanks are in order for your brilliant idea doll." The barrel of his gun pressed against the wall at the side of my head, he was probably hoping that it would phase me, it didn't, the League made sure of that.

"Awww, well I can't take all the credit J, no matter how much I would like to. However I'll still gladly accept that thank you." He handed me a card that I hadn't even noticed he had been holding, it was key card that belonged to a guard that went by the name of Jeremy McAllen, I say went because there was absolutely no way that he was still living.

"Here's your thank you, don't go snooping in dangerous places Scar, at least not without me," What's the catch? I took the key card and looked him directly in the eye. His smile was definitely not one of his subtle psychotic ones, you would think that a person with a metal grill wouldn't be the least bit attractive, Joker is probably the only exception to this though. Or maybe it's just the idea of what lies beneath the pale exterior and green hair. The hall was completely empty now and the only sounds that could be heard were the screams of the inmates and guards, and the sound of gunshots that came through the walls. Looks like Arkham loses its position as the most secure prison facility.

"No gun for me?"

He laughed at me again, "you don't need it and you know it."

Leaning on my tiptoes I pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek but stayed to whisper in his ear, "don't cause too much trouble J." Yeah right, this man causes trouble just by speaking, but why the hell did I just do that? Do I not have control over my own actions anymore, any sane person would have never done that. I didn't want to do that right? No, I did. Why? I'm not seductive, seductive doesn't work for me, on me! Jesus! I made to leave and had taken only three steps before my wrist was grabbed and I was pushed back into my previous stance against the wall.

He encaged me between his arms, palms against the cement by my head. His smile sent an actual shiver down my spine, this is the last thing that so many people saw, will it be me next? No, I wouldn't let that happen. The variations in his smile was strange, they ranged from oh look at this amusing thing that most people should be scared shitless about, I will kill you with a smile on my face. This smile was simply nerve wracking, I didn't know what to interpret from it. "Leaving without a thank you doll?"

One of his hands came down to rest on my throat, his thumb ran along the length of it, I had seen couples do this on tv and movies so many times before, I never expected for someone to do it to me, it felt intimate, yeah right far cry from intimate, considering the one who's doing it. "Are thanks really necessary J?" Was the kiss on the cheek not enough, you can't be greedy.

His other arm came around my waist pulling me closer to him, "you wouldn't want to be rude now would you?"

Get yourself out of this place, turn on the seductive charm, if you have any, just do something, anything Scar! My hands came up from my sides so that my palms would lay flat on his chest I slowly ran them all the way up to his shoulders where they rested. I think this place has made me go insane, but oh my he is surprisingly fit "well I definitely wouldn't want to be rude, how can I ever thank you J?" You're lucky I don't strangle you for the things I'm doing, after all my hands are within perfect distance to your neck.

My head was tilted up as his thumb continued to run along the column of my throat, "oh I can think of quite a few ways." I was unconsciously running my fingers on the Ha Ha's and Jester that adorned the top of his torso. Should I be enjoying this, no, am I, yes.

Our faces were so close now that our noses touched, "I'm not opposed to finding out." Why did I say that, yes this man is attractive, but he's also a murder, then again so am I, does that make me a hypocrite? God I sound like a fucking psycho.

His lips came crashing down on mine, it was forceful but by no means unpleasant, and I hate to say it but I was a willing and eager participant. His lips were soft and harsh at the same time, they moved over mine and it felt good, I don't know how else to explain it. My hands grabbed the sides of his face, the hand that was still around my throat had moved behind my neck to pull me closer. I can admit without shame that while I was no stranger to kissing, the few experiences were very unsatisfying, is a kiss even supposed to be satisfying? Can it be satisfying? Anyway this kiss was a whole other story.

Why am I putting so much thought into this, just enjoy it, how many people can say that they kissed the Joker and lived to tell the tale? The fact that he is a great kisser just adds to it. His mouth left mine to take in air that we both needed, while leaning his head away from me his teeth nipped at my lips causing me to let out a small gasp, holy shit. I gripped at his hair to pull him back to me once I had caught my breath, it was different when I was being kissed, but now I'm the kisser, what the hell is wrong with me?!

When we both pulled away he let out a low, dark laugh, okay now that it's out of my system I need to get the hell out of here. "Oh I like you, you are just one big mystery, a very nice mystery at that, and I'm solving it bit by bit" What the fuck does that mean? I could feel his breath against my lips, it was warm, which was a comfort in the cold cell block.

"You do love a good mystery don't ya J?" He laughed at that comment, both his hands made their way to my waist and pulled me even closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Come and visit the Fun House sometime doll, you'll have a hell of a good time." Wow a personal invitation to the Joker's night club, well don't I feel special. Probably best not to though, I don't need anymore connection to him then I already have.

"I might...if I can find the time." He leaned his face towards my ear and I could feel the vibrations from the growl that reverberated in his chest.

"That wasn't a request Scarlett," my name was hissed with mockery and anger in my ear. Oh definitely bipolar.

I pushed him away, "I said that I might...order me again and I might just burn your little night club down the ground." Try me. He did nothing but laugh, yet somehow I knew that he took my threat seriously, even if he did have a funny way of showing it.

Once his laughing subsided he turned and started to walk down the hallway, "I'll see you around doll."

Probably not, "you might." I walked the other way as soon as he turned the corner, once I was out of the cell block I could see the chaos that J had caused, graffiti dotted the walls in various colors and shards of glass from busted light bulbs were all over the floor. It was completely dark in the hallway, the only light came from beneath the doors of the rooms that hadn't been demolished. I had to get my stuff before I left the asylum but I had no idea where the hell they kept the inmates confiscated items.

I took quite a few turns and I had yet to encounter any of the escaped inmates or J's men, knock on wood, I tried to remember the way that they took me when I first came to Arkham but I just couldn't. I opened a random door and walked into an empty armoury, all the guns had been stripped from their shelves and containers, a few stray bullets were left on the floor but there were no cases anywhere. I heard muffled footsteps behind me and spun on my heel to land a kick to the face of the person that was attempting to sneak up on me, it was one of the guards.

A gunshot rang throughout the room, and I felt the pain in my upper left thigh but I was still quicker.

He dropped to the ground with his hands cupped over his mouth and nose, looks like I found my way out of here. "Gawdammitt fu craty bit!" I'm pretty sure what he was trying to say was "goddammit you crazy bitch," but I could be wrong.

I kicked his left side, forcing him to curl in on himself, then kneeled on the back of his neck with him laying on his stomach. I grabbed his right arm tugging on it in threat of dislocation, or with just a bit more force it would be an easy snap . "Listen to me, I don't have time for any bullshit, so you are gonna help me, do you understand?"

His eyes locked onto mine while his face was pressed into the ground, "no way in hell would I help you." Gripping his short hair I pulled up and forced his head back down with a loud thunk.

Then I tugged on his arm causing him to squeeze his eyes shut in pain, "alrighty then, either you help me, or I break both of your arms shoot out both of your kneecaps and leave you bleeding out on the floor with absolutely no way of getting out of this room. You also know that no that no one would come for you, especially not now, I think I know which one I would choose, don't you?"

Pulling on his arms again he cried out, "alright, alright what do you want!?" That's more like it.

I leaned in towards his face, "see look at you being a gentleman, knew you had it in ya, I just need you to take me to where they keep the prisoners things, you'll have no problem taking me there right?" He nodded against the ground, I reached above him to where his gun had slid after falling to the ground. I got off of his back and let him get up, the gun was pointed at him the entire time. Once he stood facing me he refused to make any move to take me where I wanted to go, I let out an audible sigh before firing at the door in front of us. That was when he decided to start walking.

On our way to the storage room we only came upon a handful of inmates, however they weren't too difficult to take out. As soon as we walked through the door the butt of my gun met with the back of his skull and he dropped to the ground in a pile of dead weight.

The things these guards have done, would it be a crime if he were to die? I shook that thought from my mind as quickly as it came. You just need to get the fuck out of here Scar.

The layout reminded me of kindergarten, the walls were lined with cubbies with name tags going by alphabetical order. I walked along the walls until I found the k's, and searched for my name.

Kane, Kale...Kale, really...Kit, Knott, Kole, Korin...excellent.

My cubby held two separate bags, one held the clothes that I came in here with and the other with my jewelry and cell phone. It's shocking that they didn't pawn off my jewelry, wasted opportunity on their part. The only items of clothing that I grabbed were my leather jacket and jeans that I was first wearing , I didn't want to put on filthy clothes that haven't been washed in over a month but I had no choice. I slipped my jacket on over my white tank top and placed my jewelry inside of one of my jacket pockets, except for my necklace that was on my neck as quickly as it had been taken off, I removed the sim card from my phone and left the rest behind.

I was ready to get the hell out of Arkham, but first I had to make a quick pit stop.

Making my way through the asylum to Harley's office was more difficult than I had anticipated, I was constantly derailed by lunatics but luckily J's crew had migrated away from my area. Once I had picked the lock of her office I shuffled in and quickly locked the door behind me. Her filing cabinet was impeccably organized but I would really expect no less from her. I grabbed the surprisingly thick folder, how can there be so much, I barely gave her anything. Looking over to my left I saw the J cabinet and thought what the hell, when I went to grab his folder though there was nothing left but a sticky note.

Nice try doll,

See ya soon,

Love J XXX

"Well played J, well played."

It was about a half hour before I could actually leave the Asylum, I was constantly on guard for any loonatics or guards that could be lurking around the corners. Once I had made it out of the doors I was able to locate a police car, I hot wired it and hightailed it off the stupid island. On my way to Gotham I passed dozens of police cruisers, swat vehicles, and even a few helicopters above me. Leave it to J to get the entirety of the GCPD all in one place. Wait, that's actually brilliant, get them all in one place, then blow the building sky high, shit, if he does that he's a fucking genius.

The drive to my old home sweet home, no way am I staying there now, took nearly an hour, I parked the cruiser about a block away from the complex. I threw my hood over my head before getting out of the car, luckily only a few strays were out in the street, they all probably think that they're safer inside. Once I reached the back of the building I had to climb on top of the dumpster to get to the fire escape ladder. The window to my apartment was locked so I quickly took off my jacket, wrapped it around my hand and gave the glass a hard punch, it took a couple of tries before it shattered. There were a few obvious differences when I entered my apartment, the most prominent one being that my katana was gone from it's spot above the fireplace.

Well, good riddance, I scoffed at my thought, yeah right says the girl who refused to give it up to a pawn shop because stupid internal sentiment.

I was really hoping that the police hadn't searched every inch of the apartment, I had a few secret stashes of money that wasn't sitting in the bank collecting dust. My first hiding place was at the bottom of the deep freezer, I thought it was kind of funny, cold hard cash, get it. After a few minutes of numb fingers and chucked frozen vegetables I finally came to extreme disappointment. It figures they would look in the freezer, they probably thought I had a dismembered body hiding in there.

Next spot was underneath the table in the hallway, once again nothing. Well somebody got lucky when they searched this place. Reaching underneath my couch I felt the plastic bag that held around five thousand dollars, give or take a couple hundred. I grabbed a duffel bag out of my closet and grabbed some necessities, once I had everything that I needed I climbed out the window and made my way up to the top floor of the apartment building. This was Nate's apartment.

I beat my fist against the window, it was only 9:48 so there is no excuse as to why he shouldn't come, I know your ass isn't asleep Nate. He showed up at the window after a minute or so and quickly unlocked the hatch for me to step inside, "well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Not in the mood for jokes but it is good to see a familiar face.

"I figured you wouldn't appreciate having your window busted in." I dropped my duffel bag onto the couch once my feet were firmly planted on the floor I pulled him into a quick hug before letting go, I swayed a little before looking down at my thigh, shit, shit, shit that's a lot of blood. My makeshift bandage was completely soaked through, I went to go sit on the couch and started to unwrap the cloth before Nate stopped me.

He put his hands on my shaking ones, and helped me to stand back up before grabbing my bag for me while walking to the bathroom. "So how was Arkham, is it as bad as the stories say?" I know that he's just joking but I am just a wee bit irritated at the moment.

"Would you like to find out?" He laughed at my comment, "look I'm exhausted, I just need you to get this bullet out, help me get cleaned up, and let me borrow the guest room. I promise that I'll be gone by tomorrow." We finally made it to the bathroom and he helped me to sit on the countertop.

"You don't need to be going anywhere, not until your leg is healed."

I patted his arm with a quick thanks, "I appreciate it Nate trust me I do, but everything is fucked right now and I need to get my shit squared away and get the fuck out of Gotham." He nodded at me before searching through his medical cabinet to grab his medical kit.

"How did you get out," he asked while threading his needle.

"Would you believe me if I said the Joker busted me out of Arkham?"

He laughed at me, "very funny, you can keep your secrets I won't pry. Jesus, you are so fucking lucky that this was a clean shot, I couldn't imagine having to take a bullet out on top of this." With that being said he wiped around the wound with rubbing alcohol.

"Yup I'm just the luckiest son of a bitch alive aren't I?" We were both silent for the rest of the time, he was concentrating on stitches while I was focusing on not passing out from pain. Once he was done he wrapped my leg in saran wrap so that I could take a quick bath and stood while helping me down from the counter.

He handed me the strap of my bag before leaving me alone, not without saying that if I needed him to call first and to please not lock the door.

I dropped my bag onto the bathroom floor leaving the door unlocked behind him and turning to turn shower on. Stripping out of my clothes I took a good long look at what I haven't really seen in a month, they wouldn't let the inmates near mirrors, someone apparently had broken one and slit their throat with a shard. I noticed a few things about my appearance, one my hair was pretty decent even though it came from Harley. Oh God Harley, I shook my head riding my thoughts of her. You can't think of her right now.

The second thing that I noticed were the bruises and scars that were located randomly across my body. Most of the bruises were on my knees and hands from having to fight and drop to the ground quickly, a couple were on my thighs and stomach. The scars had no pattern, they were placed wherever those assholes felt they should be and a few old ones from years ago. Some stood out more than others, but that was because some were deeper than the rest.

They didn't bother me as much as they should, I was no stranger to scars, in my line of work you were lucky to not receive one with every trip. I was still good looking in my opinion, in a badass warrior sort of way, I know someone who would appreciate the scars. No, no, shut the hell up brain!

The water had been running was now the perfect temperature, at the asylum the water never reached above warm, and even then after a few minutes it went cold. I was in heaven when I stepped into the water that encased my calves, I can now fully appreciate hot water. I was in the bath for close to an hour the water was near freezing now, there were a few occasions when I nearly fell asleep in the murky water. I was thoroughly exhausted, breaking out of a prison isn't easy work.

Stepping out of the bath I slipped on the star wars pajama shorts and a tank top that I packed. My wet hair was still wrapped in a towel when I went out into the living room. Nate was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a Mt. Dew, how he could drink soda this late is beyond me, I can't stand to drink soda past eight. He picked up a prescription bottle and tossed it at me, I caught and saw that it was a very high dosage pain med.

"I figured I would say goodnight, you know where the guest room is. Eat something before you take those, two should be enough. " With that being said he walked into his room leaving me alone. Well thanks I guess, even though you really shouldn't share prescriptions. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and quickly downed it in one go, I made my way into my designated room and shut and locked the door. I took the towel off of my head and flung it across the chair in the room.

I grabbed the gun that I still had from the guard and placed it under my pillow before laying on top of it. I grabbed a blanket to throw over myself, the bed felt like a cloud compared to what I had to lay on at the asylum. It wasn't long before I fell asleep, but boy do I have a lot to do tomorrow.

Now that our girl is out Arkham what shall she do? As always if you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me. Happy reading!