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Chapter Fourteen

Digging up Allison

Gordon kept Doll's file in his office. It included not only her criminal record and his own personal notes but also her medical record from her nine months stay at Arkham Asylum. Making himself comfortable at his desk with the file and a cup of coffee he started going through it with a new found purpose. He wanted to know where Doll came from; who the other girl was that she said use to be a part of her and had died.

Doctor Crane's notes from his time as her doctor where the most helpful when added to his own. Crane also seemed to have been trying to figure out Doll's past. His notes put her age between twenty to twenty-five; Gordon thought that seemed accurate. She had also mentioned to the doctor that she had studied psychology at some point in her life; meaning she had most likely gone to college. She had also admitted to Crane that her facial scars were made from someone else and that the person was dead; Gordon remembered what she had told him just hours ago about her other half betraying someone with connections and he connected the dots that her scars came from it.

Using Crane's educated guess of her age, the fact that Doll admitted to being from Gotham, and that according to a Doctor Leen, a psychiatrist that treated her for a short time at Arkham, she told him her parents died from blood loss so with that knowledge he started to look into unsolved cold cases of couples. In a crime infested city going through the cold cases took a couple of hours to go through several years of murders but at nine-fifteen he finally hit the jack pot. It was a cold case from a little over six years ago. The double homicide of Anthony and Linda Anderson; a murder that shook Gotham almost as much as the Wayne's. The only lead in the case was the Anderson's daughter; Allison Anderson, who was never found. Gordon hadn't been on the case but he remembered it vaguely. He looked at the crime scene photos and the autopsy report for both victims. Both victims had been stabbed and left to bleed to death.

Gordon looked into Allison Anderson's life. She was seventeen at the time of her parents' murder and she seemed to have vanished after the crime. Gordon looked in the file and found the last photo taken of her; her senior year book photo. He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. The girl in the photo was Doll… but not at the same time. The girl's blonde hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail with not a hair out of place. She wore a plum colored sweater with a white collared shirt underneath. Her face was void of any makeup or scars. The blue eyes of Doll stared up at him from the photo but they didn't have the same look in them. Doll's eyes always made him feel like she was reading his thoughts. They were cold but had a dangerous twinkle in them. Allison's eyes just looked sad and she wasn't smiling. Gordon thought the girl looked tired and broken.

Now that Gordon knew who Doll's other half was, he started to dig further. She told him she had been to New York. So, knowing that all this began when she was seventeen, he started to look at colleges in New York and students that studied psychology. It took him another hour of searching but he found her. She had changed her name but it was her; she had changed her name to Katelyn Curt. She had been a second-year student at The City College of New York before she disappeared. Looking into what little was known about Katelyn Curt he found a police report of a murder victim that was found in Katelyn's apartment. The victim, Amy Stuart was a known friend of Katelyn's. Her autopsy report showed she had received multiple stab wounds, as well as parts of her skin being peeled off, and her head had been bashed in. The murder of Amy Stuart had an uncanny resemblance to Allison Faye's murder. Now that he knew that the name Allison meant something to Doll, he wondered if that played a role in the DA's daughter demise.

There was still a two-year gap that Allison and Doll were unaccounted for. He started looking into murders of mobsters or other connected people around the time that Doll first started making her presence known in Gotham but he came up with too many hits with no real way to narrow it down. So, grabbing Doll's, the Andersons and Amy Stuart's files he made his way to the interrogation room to confront Doll with her past. He mentally prepared himself. He knew he was playing a dangerous game. She seemed to have gone through big measures to keep her past in the dark and he didn't know how she was going to react that he knew. He now understood why she burnt off her finger prints. Her prints would be able to be traced to both crimes if she was ever arrested; smart but extreme.

He found her lying on the table like he had so many times before. The only difference this time was she had the back of her head lying against one of the cold compresses he had brought for her and the other rested on the left side of her face. He could hear her light breathing and he was surprised to realize she was truly asleep. Gordon carefully reached over to remove the cold compress from her face. The swelling had gone down but her skin was red from the coldness and he wondered how long she had been lying here with them pressed to her injuries. He heard her groan as her eyes fluttered open. She stared up him in confusion at first before remembering the event of the last twenty-four hours or so.

"What time is it?" She asked as she set up on the table. She carefully touched the back of her head and winced.

"It's a little after eleven." He told her.

"What are you still doing here then? It's not the first time I've stayed in here. It's not like I can go anywhere." Doll told him. Gordon watched as her gaze traveled to the files and papers he was carrying. "I recognize one of those as my file but what are the others?" She asked curiously.

"Your past." Gordon told her simply as he watched her closely. He saw her body tense and her face became void of any emotion. "I did some homework. I wanted to know more about you so I started digging through all your files. My own notes as well as Doctor Crane's. I was able to piece a lot of it together but there are still some missing pieces."

He took the high school photo of Allison and the photo from Katelyn Curt's student ID and placed them on the table in front of her. She didn't say anything; she just stared at the photos.

"The other girl you speak of is Allison Anderson. Your parents were Anthony and Linda. They were found murdered in their home six years ago. Allison was never heard from again." He told her. "That's because she got another name. Became a student in New York until she to disappeared; leaving the body of Amy Stuart in her apartment to be found."

Gordon waited for her to say something; anything but she didn't make a sound.

"Doll?" He questioned carefully.

"I knew you were good at your job. That's one of the things I like about you… but now I'm really hating that quality in you." Doll finally spoke up. Her voice was low and emotionless. Gordon knew he had to tread carefully. "If you think just because you know about poor little Allison that it is going to change anything your wrong. She can't come back. She's long gone."

"That's not what this is about." Gordon assured her. She tilted her head in question. "I was assigned to your case from the moment you made a name for yourself here in Gotham. It's been two years and I know nothing about you other than your criminal record. I wanted to know where you came from. I'm still missing some of the story. I was hoping we could talk."

She didn't respond. So, Gordon threw out his last chance.

"All this," he told her gesturing to the Anderson and Stuart file, "stays between us." He knew it was wrong to not document this information but he knew it was the only way he would get her to talk so it was worth it to him. "I give you my word."

Doll let out a long sigh before moving off the top of the table to fall into one of the chairs and she gestured for him to set in the other one. She rested her elbows on the table and rested her head on the palms of her hands.

"Alright Gordon, what do you want to know?" She finally asked.

"Let's start with the murders of your parents. I know that how you did it… but I want to know why you did it." Gordon inquired.

"Anthony Anderson beloved attorney of Gotham City," Doll began her voice soaked in sarcasm. "Everyone thought he had the perfect life; a beautiful, adoring wife, a gorgeous house, and a little doll of a daughter." She scoffed. "If only they knew what happened behind closed doors and away from prying eyes they would think so differently. Daddy dearest was nothing but abusive. Nothing Allison did was ever good enough for him. She was punished and beaten because she wasn't perfect enough for him!" Doll's voice was rising as she talked. Gordon could feel the hatred she felt for her father as she spoke.

"In Allison's whole life no one but me ever cared about her. In school people avoided her because they thought she was weird. No one ever questioned why she always wore long sleeves no matter what the temperature was." Doll told him.

Gordon stared at her in silence for a few long seconds absorbing everything she had told him.

"Your father abused you?" Gordon questioned not wanting to believe it. He had known Anthony Anderson when he was alive. Gordon would have never thought he was capable of hurting anyone. He had always wondered if Doll had come from an abusive home life but he never imagined she came from a respected and known family.

"Yep, anytime we were anything less than perfect. Our mother would just walk away or sometimes just watch as he yelled and beat us." Doll told him.

Doll had never really talked about her past to anyone. She had mentioned bits and pieces to The Joker and some to Gordon but no one had ever figured out who her other half use to be. She felt like bugs were crawling over her skin. Memories were surfacing from her childhood and it was making her antsy. She couldn't stay seated so she stood up and started pacing from one side of the room to the other. She could feel Gordon's eyes following her every move. She had never felt so exposed; Gordon's gaze made her feel naked.

"So, you finally had enough and… killed them?" Gordon guessed.

Doll stopped mid-step and turned her head to him.

"Out of all the lives I have taken they deserved it the most. People think I'm a monster but they were the real monsters!" Doll's voice rose again in anger.

"Okay so now that I understand that part... what about Amy Stuart. Why murder her? The report had comments from other students saying you were friends." Gordon asked.

Doll scoffed and rolled her eyes. He expression was disgust.

"Amy, Amy, Amy ugh she was not my friend… I just found her annoying but Allison wanted a friend so bad; she wanted to be 'normal'. I wasn't good enough for her. After everything I did for her she wanted me gone. Not enough to tell anyone though so maybe deep down she did want me around." Doll explained to him as she continued her pacing. "Amy was too nosy though. Eventually Allison's little normal world came crashing down and Amy knew too much."

"She found out about… you?" Gordon asked to make sure he was following her. Doll nodded. "So, then you killed her."

"Yep," Doll told him with her first smile since he confronted her about her past. "My first creative murder. It really made me appreciate how pretty much anything can be used as a weapon if you try hard enough."

"What exactly did you do to her?" Gordon couldn't help but ask.

Doll paused to think back on that day. Amy's murder was forever stored in her head.

"Just everyday kitchen items; a pizza cutter, a vegetable peeler and a meat tenderizer." She answered as she played that day over in her mind.

"That's some very odd choices." Gordon commented. Doll just shrugged.

"I always enjoy getting creative." She told him.

"I noticed that Stuarts murder seemed very similar to Allison Faye's murder." Gordon brought up. "Where you aware that her name was Allison?" He asked.

"I didn't know what her name was until we started playing together. Learning that her name was Allison didn't help or make her experience worse. Her fate was sealed before I knew what her name was. It just made it more interesting. I had plenty of time to spend with her. I got to be as creative as I wanted to be with her." Doll explained to him.

"So, after you killed Amy Stuart what happened?" Gordon asked. He had two years unaccounted for and he was hoping she would feel in the blanks.

Doll had finally stopped pacing and came back to set down at the table with him. She didn't seem as tense now. It seemed like the further they got away from her actual childhood the more she didn't mind to talk about it to him.

"After her attempt at being normal failed we moved back to home sweet home; Gotham City. She used our computer knowledge to work her way into a group of bank robbers that was led by a man by the name of William Vance." Doll said the man's name like it was a curse word. Gordon recognized the name immediately. Not only had the man's name came up when Gordon was looking into connected criminals that died around the time Doll started making a name for herself but Gordon was also assigned to the bank robberies that was connected with Vance's gang.

"You were one of his people?" Gordon was actually surprised. He didn't know what he expected her to be doing in the two unaccounted years since he knew that she somehow ended up getting her scars in that time but for some reason it surprised him that even with Allison still around she had fallen into a life of crime.

"Yep, we were the… teams… hacker I guess you could say." She told him with a shrug. "Dear little Allison wouldn't join in on the more fun parts though." She told him annoyed. "Actually, her choice of career was how I meet you Gordon. I noticed you from the very beginning. You were and still are one of the few cops in this city who isn't corrupted. Trying so hard to make Gotham better."

"Okay, so Allison became a criminal. You said she died… how did it happen?" Gordon asked.

"Well, after two years of being a hacker she decided that she didn't want to be a criminal anymore. She thought she could just walk away from it," Doll snorted as she shook her head in disbelief. "So, she created a disk that had enough information on it to get Vance and his men arrested. Then she delivered it to...well… here actually. If you had been in the station that day you would have gotten to meet Allison. She asked for you because she knew you weren't in anyone's pocket."

Gordon searched his memory and remembered the disk she was talking about. One of the other officers had given it to him saying that a young lady had dropped it off to him. The disk contained information about Vance and his men along with the next time, date, and place of their next robbery. What he also remembers was that Vance's attorney was able to get him out of the charges and he was set free.

"Vance didn't go to jail though." Gordon stated.

"I tried to warn her that it would end badly but she didn't listen to me. So, we found our-self in the clutches of Vance and his goons." Doll told him. "I'll give Vance some credit he was very creative in her punishment. He knew she was the one to rat him out so he decided to punish her in a hear no, speak no, and see no fashion. You know the monkey thing? Stitched up our ears, eyelids, and mouth so she couldn't rat out anyone else. Allison died that night and when I woke up in some back alley, I was all alone in my head and left with a whole new set of scars."

Gordon looked at her scars in a new light. He always wondered why her scars were in such strange places. The ones around her mouth he never questioned much; he had seen it before usually on corpses that were associated with the mob. However, the many small scars around her eyes were something he had never seen before as well as her split earlobes. Knowing that someone had sewn her eyes lids and her ears together made the scars make sense. He couldn't imagine how painful that must have been to go through.

"And you were the one that killed William Vance." That was the last piece of the puzzle. Gordon remembered Vance's body being found.

"Yep!" She told him happily. "And the rest… well you know it."

Gordon set quietly as he absorbed all the information that Doll had provided him with. He had known Doll for over two years and he now knew more about her than anymore; maybe even more than The Joker. But knowing Doll's past didn't help him. Sure, he knew who her family was and even could add a few more people to her body count but it didn't change anything. Doll was still a mystery. She started out as a voice in an abused, innocent girls head and now she was a mass murderer who killed and caused chaos because it was fun. Doll would never be cured. He could admit that.

Doll was exactly who she wanted to be and she had never been any different. Arkham couldn't help her; they could only hope they could hold her there for life. It was the only way Gotham would be safe from her. Gordon knew Doll would never leave Gotham. She enjoyed tearing it apart bit by bit as some kind of retaliation for what she and Allison had gone through. She held all the Gotham citizens accountable. They all failed to help and see the truth about what was going on in the Anderson's home.

Gordon didn't say much to Doll after she finished filling in the blanks of her past for him. It was about one in the morning before he left to her so they could both get some sleep. Gordon went to his office to put the files back and to grab his stuff to go home. Before leaving his office, he grabbed a throw blanket and pillow that was on the couch in his office and made his way to the interrogation room for the last time that night. He looked through the one-way mirror to check on Doll; from what he could tell she looked asleep. Opening the door, he quietly moved over to her sleeping form on top of the table. Just like earlier he could hear her light breathing so he was certain she was asleep.

Gordon carefully lifted up her head to place the small pillow under it and then laid the blanket over top her. He knew sleeping in here couldn't be comfortable but he figured he could try to give her some kind of comfort. With one last look behind him at the sleeping girl that causes fear in the hearts of Gotham citizens, Gordon turned the lights off and left her to sleep.

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