With Scarlett fresh outta Arkham how will she spend her first day? I'll see you lovely humans at the end, happy reading!

Your Knife, My Back, My Gun, Your Head

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Nate woke me up at 11:00 pounding on the door of the room, it's too early to "rise and shine", hell it's too early to do anything.

"Fuck off Nate I'm injured!" I turned over onto my stomach and shoved my head underneath my pillow, wake me up when I don't have to worry about the cops being on my ass anymore.

"Stop being mean baby and come eat breakfast, I've been slaving over it for hours and it'll be better than the shit they've been feeding you at Arkham." You had me at breakfast, no need to say anything more, I rolled onto my back and threw the covers off of my legs so I could sit on the edge of the bed, once my feet touched the floor I stretched out my toes, wiggling them up and down. I could hear my ankles popping as I rolled them around, it was strange not having all of my muscles stiff from sleeping on the cots back at Arkham. I slid my pajama pants down so I could see the damage on my thigh, the skin around the stitches was bruised and irritated, hmm Nate did a pretty good job, shouldn't leave too bad of a scar.

I grabbed the bottle of tramadol off of the bedside table and popped two in my mouth before downing it with the rest of the water left from last night. I stood up from the bed and interlocked my hands before bringing them above my head and leaned from one side to the other before dropping them back to my side.

Once I made my way into the living room I could smell french toast, and oh hell yes, bacon. Deep fried pork goodness is one of my comfort foods, and for it to be my first meal out of Arkham is the piece to resistance. "You know the way to my heart Nate," he was standing in the kitchen flipping over a few slices of french toast in the pan. Syrup and butter were laid out on the island and I saw the gift from the Gods stacked high upon a plate. I reached the counter and snatched a few pieces of the crunchy morsels off of the plate.

"Don't be greedy Scar," kiss my ass, if I want bacon I will take the damn bacon. He pushed a plate of french toast towards me once I sat on a stool at the island. I grabbed the syrup but noticed that one thing was missing.

"You're slacking Nate, where's the peanut butter?" I prefer peanut butter over the traditional topping, pairing syrup with crunchy is absolute heaven, it has to be crunchy, smooth just doesn't cut it.

He set down his spatula and opened up a cabinet to grab a bulk size jar of Pan crunchy peanut butter, dear lord in heaven thank you, "you can be a needy bitch, you know that right?" He tossed me the jar and I caught it with ease.

"What and you're not?" I noticed that he had some almonds in a jar next to a bowl of fruit so I went up to grab them, I could splurge a little if I wanted to, after being fed meals worse than mystery meat I deserve something decent. When I got back to my seat I sprinkled the almonds over the top of my french toast, I saw Nate look over at me, he rolled his eyes with a grin on his face so I retaliated by throwing an almond at his back. Once Nate finished up cooking his french toast he came to sit in the chair next to mine. I saw him glance briefly down at my stitches before looking back up, "I'll be fine Nate you patched me up pretty good."

"You sure as fuck keep me on my toes Scar."

"Why do you sound surprised?" My words were mumbled through my stuffed cheeks.

He shoved a forkful of french toast into his mouth before replying, "well I mean we've only known each other for three years, not to say that I don't enjoy the element of surprise in our relationship, a heart attacks good for the soul sometime."

"Oh fuck off you waltzed around like everything was fine last night," I licked a drop of syrup from my thumb.

"Yeah I didn't win that Oscar for nothing," I gave him a quick kick to his shin which was bad on my part because I accidently used my injured appendage. The quick wince I gave, gave me away. "Whenever you head out you can keep the bottle of tramadol, you need it more than me right now." I nodded my thanks since I stuffed my face while he talked, "you know you can stay until you're healed, the GCPD has no clue about me right now." Yeah as far as you know.

Swallowing down my food I told him "trust me Nate I appreciate it, but this is so much more than just the GCPD right now, I'm not bringing you into that." I took my last bite of french toast and gave him a quick thank you before standing from my seat and picking up my plate to stick it in the sink, I left him in the kitchen and went to pack up my things. I stuck all that I brought into my bag and quickly made up the bed, I'm not entirely rude. The outfit that I changed into consisted of a plain black hoodie, along with a pair of skinny jeans and my combat boots. I needed to find somewhere to stay for a while before doing anything else, probably a motel, at least for a couple of days, just to get everything sorted.

I slung my duffel bag onto my shoulder while I walked to the door. Nate was still sitting down at the island, his face hovered over his plate and I could see that he continued to shovel forkfuls of french toast into his mouth. When I reached the door I saw a takeout container filled with bacon on the table by the door, aww what a sweetheart. I looked over my shoulder, "thanks for everything Nate, I'm sorry for barging in, I'll call when I figure out what the fuck I'm doing." I received a nod of acknowledgment from a face whose cheeks were stuffed with fried egg soaked bread. I actually think I might miss him.

I found a small seedy motel that was mostly unoccupied save for few cars, it was one of those inns that gave off the bad vibe of one too many murders having occurred inside. I booked a room for the rest of the week, I figured that it would give me enough time to get everything together before leaving Gotham. Believe me when I say that I would have prefered to stay in the city, there was never a dull moment and the crime rate was so high that the GCPD never knew who did what, but I couldn't continue to live here now that all of the mob bosses that I ever stole from knew my face and name.

I sat at the small desk that the motel room provided, before taking out my laptop from my bag. It only took me a couple minutes to log onto the wifi, I couldn't even count the amount of tabs that were open on my laptop, it just shows how much that I had to do. Since I last logged on there were over 300 unopened emails, while most of it was trash I still hated having my inbox unorganized. I went through deleting all of the unauthorized access and attempted hacker emails first, then started to sort through the ones that mattered. One from ENHRMTIWLTSOPTTUWTESF1948 imidieatley caught my attention.

Dear Ms Korin,

It has come to my attention that you and your complete lack in competence have finally led you to be locked away for life. The only reason I have even graced your pathetic inbox is to congratulate you on a splendid job well done. On doing exactly what I predicted of you. While I know you will never see this message it gives me great joy in knowing it is here. May our paths never cross again and may your extorted money keep out of your reach. Enjoy the white walls of Arkham Ms Korin.

Insincerely,

EN

Oh for fucks sake Riddler, I hit the reply button and typed out three words before hitting send.

Think again dumbass.

Currently I was looking at my file, I had hacked into the GCPD's database a long time ago, just another thing for them to charge me with. It was actually a good way to pass the time, the things that people have been charged with can get extremely ridiculous. I remember one old lady was charged with attempting to poison a school's water supply, when they caught her she had no idea what she was doing, I just couldn't see an old lady attempting to do that to kids.

The charges against me consisted of murder, theft, hacking of secure database, huh, not really that secure if I was able to hack into it in the first place, and blackmail. There were a lot of people with worse charges then this that still walk free in Gotham, some things just don't add up do they? I could clear a few of these charges easily, but what would the point be, in about a month I would be someone new, somewhere new.

I found the police report from the night that they arrested me.

The GCPD received a message from the Batman to come and take a criminal to Blackgate at 10:51 PM, we arrived at the scene at 11:23 PM. Scarlett Korin was left tied to a lamppost outside of her apartment, she was unconscious at the time. We had to call animal control to come and confiscate her dog that was left tied to the steps of the building away from its owner. The dog is now at the Gotham Animal Shelter.

Miss Korin was hysterical when she gained consciousness, when officer Jones and myself went to put her in the back of the squad car she became violent and injured my jaw and officer Jones stomach. When we restrained Miss Korin I went to receive a statement from her neighbour Elizabeth Hand.

Hold the fuck up, if Wayne had sent that message at 10:51 he had to have been at my apartment before I was even half way back from his home, how the hell did he even know that I had broken in? I made sure that all security had been shut off, he probably had fucking bat back up generators.

I knew where I could find Tallon now, which was one of many things I needed to know, for now. I clicked on the search bar and my fingers involuntarily began to type in the letters to spell Joker. Why am I even bothering with him? He is more trouble than he is worth, I can't get involved with him. However if I was a normal person, well as normal as I could be, I would have tried to be friends with him. That is if I was certain that I wouldn't have to constantly fear for my life around him.

J had to have been the most interesting person I had ever met in my life, God I sound like Harley, maybe it was the complete lack of concern that gave him his appeal. To be able to never have to worry would be heaven. He truly does fit the title of King of Gotham well, waltzing around, setting off bombs, causing wars, oh yeah definitely a king.

I quickly backspaced, I don't need to know, I may want to, but I don't need to. Besides I've seen more than enough of his escapades on tv. With that thought I shut my laptop and went to my bag to grab the folder out of it. I couldn't help but feel that something was off with the way that she cared for this file, it looked like it was taken home many times with possibly many late nights spent poring over it. I just wanted to take a quick look at it, but as soon as I opened it numerous photos of me spilled out, some with me in the background and others from security footage of Arkham.

All of these photos had my face circled with a few ineligible notes surrounding them. There was one that stood out though, instead of it being a regular a circle is was a shit ton of scribbles almost like she was trying to erase something. What the fuck Harley? I know that this can't all be for your book. I closed the folder and decided to look at it at another time, there was just too much to go through right now.

Standing from my desk I went to the window and peeked out of the curtains, I saw that there were five cars in the lot. I grabbed a complimentary wire coat hanger from the closet, slipped on my hoodie and walked outside, I chose the oldest car that was in the parking lot to "borrow" for the day. I would like say that I could be considered a professional when it comes to hotwiring a car, even though I first learned how to do it from a video on Youtube.

The animal shelter that the police had sent Tallen to was open from six to six, the time right now was 6:48, the employees all should have left by now, save for a janitor or two. It was already dark when I pulled into the parking lot. I walked up to the building, the door was glass with the GNAS symbol on it.

I saw one security guard sitting at the information desk, do animal shelters even need guards? I knocked on the door, the guard looked up from his phone and walked to the entrance, he took out his keys and unlocked the door. "I'm sorry ma'am, the shelter is closed right now we will open again on Monday." Whipping my hand to the back of his head I brought his forehead down to connect with the paneling on the door, he collapsed, I grabbed his arm to bring him around the desk, out of sight.

I knew that there was a chance that this was all for nothing, I had been gone for almost two months, he could have been adopted or sent somewhere else but I figured I had nothing else to lose so what could it really hurt?

I grabbed his keys from his belt and went to the door that led to the cages that they kept the animals in, once I unlocked it I was met with barking from many different dogs. It broke my heart to see them all locked up, no one cared enough about them to give them any love, the only affection they got were from those who got paid to give it.

My head kept turning from left to right while I walked down the hallway, I reached the end of the hall but I still didn't see him, I called out his name, it took a second but I then heard barking coming from a door to my left. I ran to the door and unlocked it, the room held another set of cages along the back of the wall and Tallon was in the biggest one on the bottom right.

When he saw me he started barking and skipping around in circle inside of his cage, I knelt down in front of the cage and grasped the thin wire bars. His tongue came out to lick the fingers that were in the cage, "I know I missed you too boy." I had to guess multiple times on which key was used to unlock cages but when I finally got the right one Tallon leaped out of the cage and tackled me to the ground while licking my face.

I am not ashamed to say that there were tears in my eyes, he stopped the assault and laid across the length of my body just as he did the night they took him away. His head rested on my chest and I swear that it looked as though he was smiling. "My beautiful boy, they haven't been feeding you well have they? We'll fix that don't worry." my hand rested on top of his head and pushed his ears back, I gave him a couple of kisses on his face, "are you ready to go boy? I know that I am." He jumped off of me and went to sit by the door, I stood as well and we walked out together. When we made our way to the front of the building I noticed that the guard was still knocked out, I threw his keys on top of his stomach.

Tallon sat in the front seat with his head resting on my lap while I drove, he was asleep by the time we got to the motel. My best friend, I had, had Phantom ever since he was puppy, a lady had gotten two Northern Inuits from overseas, she bred them and I got my big baby out of it.

When we arrived at the motel I had to quickly sneak him inside the room, this motel didn't allow pets. I gave him one the of hamburgers that I had gotten earlier today, and once he was done eating I took him back to the car and made my last stop for the day.

I stood outside the apartment door after I knocked for about a minute before it opened. Liz tried to shut the door as soon as she saw me but I was a hell of a lot stronger than she was, when I pushed my way into the apartment, she ran behind the couch and grabbed a lamp of all things. Seriously out of all things to grab you grab a fucking lamp? Tallon trailed behind me growling at Liz, he was terrifying when he was like this, it made him look even more wolf like.

"Hi Liz," she threw the lamp at me but I easily dodged it, "you need to work on your aim."

She ran into the kitchen, "stay the hell away from me!"

I casually strolled to the counter that separated the living room and the kitchen and leaned on it with my elbows. "That's just rude Liz, I only stopped by for a little chat." She grabbed a knife from the knife block, really Liz, "put that down before you hurt yourself."

Her demeanor instantly changed from attack to submission, "look Scar, I'm really sorry, the police, they came up to me, I couldn't be associated with you. You understand that right? I have a family, I couldn't...I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry...please don't hurt me." She put her knife down by her side and backed up into the sink.

I walked around to the other side of the counter and pressed my back into the edge, "yeah, no I completely understand. The thing is though, you could have simply said that you had no affiliation with me, but that's not what you did. She's completely insane, I didn't want to die, unstable, I was threatened practically on a daily basis. Granted I did threaten you, I admit that, but most of the time I was joking, well sometimes, a majority of the time, but that's beside the point. Your little confession caused them to take me to Arkham, now Liz, that place was worse than a thousand Blackgates, and you got me locked up there."

"You put yourself there Scar, everything that you've ever done, I only told them what happened."

I would watch what you say Liz, "the fact remains that I told you that if you ever told anyone about me, there would be consequences. I'm not very lenient when it comes to shit like this Liz."

She was beyond terrified at this point, "please, please Scar, I'm sorry , I'm so sorry, I never meant for anything bad to happen to you…"

"Don't lie to me Liz."

"Alright, I admit I wanted you gone, but I didn't know that they were going to send you to Arkham, you have to believe me…"

"I don't have to believe anything you say."

She dropped the knife to the ground, do you really think that will make anything better for you? "No of course not, please Scar, what can I do to make it right, I'll do anything, just tell me what you need. I don't want to die, Scar, please."

I rolled my eyes at her pleading, don't be stereotypical Liz, "Oh Liz, darling, light of my life. I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna bash your brains in." With that I picked up the bat that she kept beside her door and made my way towards her. She immediately began to panic before I put a finger to my lips to get her to quiet down. "Now, let's find out if I'm kidding or not, shall we?"

Alright let's just check that everything is in order, all money transferred from bank account, check. Lease on apartment, finished, job, lost, and car, totalled.

Tallon and I were on the crappy bed that the motel provided watching Supernatural on Netflix, while I was working on my laptop, a hellhound was on the screen growling, and Tallon was growling right back. "Oh calm down, you're scarier than any hellhound out there." I kissed the top of his head and hopped of the bed to grab a bottle of water from my bag. Just as I was unscrewing the cap off, there was a knock at the door, Tallon started growling with his ears pressed to his head. It couldn't be one of the maids it was too late for that and I always kept the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Obviously someone I know, or someone that knows me.

I placed the bottle on the table and grabbed my handgun beside it before walking to the door, when I looked out the peephole there was no one there, I cracked the door and looked out, I saw someone with a black hoodie on walking to a car. I looked down and saw a box wrapped in green tissue paper with a purple bow on top.

Well if this doesn't scream Joker I don't know what does. Tallon came over to sniff at the box before I picked it up and brought it in to put it on the bed. There was a note placed underneath the bow.

Dear Doll,

I'm very proud of the use of your new found freedom. To celebrate our escape, join me for a night out on the town tomorrow at seven.

Love J xxx

I'm really hoping you guys are liking my OC she underwent some major character analysis to get where she is today. As always if you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me. Happy reading!