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Chapter 2

Thank god today was Saturday! I don't think I could've pulled myself out of bed! It was around noon when I decided to go to the kitchen. I walked in and saw my mother sitting at the table. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing the same clothes she had on yesterday. God she was a wreak. Her face was on the table. She only did that when she was upset.

"Did you just get home?" I asked her.

"MmmmHmmmmm." My mother groaned into the table. I sighed as I pulled up a chair beside her. I rubbed her back. That always cheered her up. She felt so tense!

"Talk to me mom." I smirked. "What's on your mind?" My mother pulled herself up and looked at me. Her makeup was smeared and smudged.

"The Joker escaped." My mom explained. My eyes widened. Joker…..escaped? That was the second time this month. I always felt uneasy whenever a patient escaped from Arkham. Who knows who their next victim was?! It could be anyone! Even me or my mom. But whenever the Joker escaped, I tensed up even more. Something about the Joker just gave me this horrible uneasy feeling. I didn't know why.

"No way." I mumbled. My mom groaned again.

"It's okay." I soothed. "B-man'll get him."

"B-man?" My mom inquired.

"Batman." I explained.

"Yeah probably. He aways does." She chuckled lightly.

"He sure does." I sighed. That's when I got an idea.

"Mom, this town is going to be really dangerous. Especially walking around the city." I said. I saw the wheels in my mother's head begin to turn. "Well, I guess I'll have to walk to the football game later today and press my luck." I stood up and leisurely walked back towards my room.

"You know." My mom stated as she turned to me. I froze in my tracks. "I think it's time for you to get a car." I smiled as I composed myself and turned to my mom.

"Really?" I asked, with a shocked visage.

"Your 16 now. It's time you stop depending on me for rides." She replied. I smirked.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!" I squealed as I hugged her tightly.

"I'm exhausted. Do you wanna go to the bank and take out some money? We can go car shopping tomorrow." She said.

"Sure!" I smirked. I ran into my room to go get ready. As soon as I looked picture perfect, I grabbed my mom's car keys and rushed towards the door. "Bye mom, love you! Thank you!" The door closed behind me as I ran up to my mom's car. I happily hoped in and drove off into the streets of Gotham City.

I pulled up next to the curb in front of the Gotham National bank. I think this is where my mom's account was. I'd laugh if I went into the wrong bank to take a withdrawal. That'd be hilarious. Total blonde moment. I got out of the car and made my way into the bank. There were people swarming the place. Two lines formed behind the teller booths. People were dressed in business suits, getting ready to go to their busy jobs. That's when voices boomed from the front of the teller booth.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne!" Everyone cheered. Cameras flashed throughout the bank as Mr. Wayne tried to maneuver his way through the bank. I tried to make my way towards the line when a camera man slammed his equipment into my face. He completely ignored me.

"I'm sorry, bub? Did my face get in the way of your camera!" I yelled, annoyed. I sighed at my dumb luck.

"Need a hand?" A voice questioned. I looked up to see none other then the handsome Bruce Wayne. He was quite the handsome devil if I do say so myself. No wonder my mom had a crush on him. I gripped his outstretched hand firmly as he hoisted me up.

"Thank you Mr. Wayne." I smiled politely. Oh god, I hoped my hair looked okay. He was a billionaire after all. I had to look my best.

"You're Dr. Gibson's daughter aren't you?" He inquired. How the hell did he know that?

"Yes…how'd you know?" I asked.

"I donated a grant to the Asylum last year. I met your mother there." He explained. Oh interesting. Still, I don't know how he recognized me. Everyone said me and my mom looked nothing a like. To be fair, they had a point. She was a brunette, I was a blonde. She had a tiny mouth. I had a fairly decent sized mouth. And don't get me started on our noises! I was planning on getting a nose job the day I turned 18! I mean, my nose was disgusting!

"Oh cool." I replied.

"Well, I'll see you around Miss Gibson." He said. I smirked. Miss Gibson. So formal.

"Call me Sarina!" I called after him as he left the bank. He smiled politely at me as he left. The mob of press followed him out the door and towards his limo. I sighed as I got into line. This was taking forever. Why were so many people at a bank at this time of day? As I stood in line longer, I began to develop this eery feeling. Something was wrong. I could just sense it. But, what could it be.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" An angry voice shouted as gun shouts erupted in the bank. Every one screamed and ducked down on the ground. I was one of them.

"UP AGAINST THE WALL!" His buddy added. Everyone practically crawled at super sonic speed towards the wall. Four more men came in. Now six men with guns were all around us. That's when my heart sank with realization as I looked closely at the men.

They were the same men from last night.

I looked down at my feet and tried to cover my face. God what if they recognized me? They'd kill me for sure! One of the guys started to walk down the line of people. Demanding their wallets and jewels. Soon enough they'd get to me. What do I do, what do I do? One of the men came up to me. I gulped nervously.

"Alright girlie, put your shit in the bag and no one gets hurt." He growled impatiently as he held open a black duffel bag towards me. I pulled out the little money I had in my pocket and threw it in the bag. He didn't seem too happy with his little earnings. "Cough it up dollface!? He snapped. I didn't look up, but I didn't have anymore money! I bit my lip, hopping he'd give up and just walk away. "I said cough it up!" At this remark, he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. Now we were looking right at each other. He looked even scarier in the daylight. His face was covered in stubble and his grey eyes looked angry. His teeth wee a bright yellow. I saw it in his eyes as he slowly began to recognize me. "You!" With that, he threw me on the ground in the middle of the bank. The other men looked up at their buddy, confused.

"What the hell are you doing?!" One snapped.

"I found that bitch from last night!" He shouted back. "She ain't getting away with it this time!" One of the men came over greedily. He held his gun tightly in his hand. It wasn't like those little pistols the policemen had. It was a big gun. With a scope and everything. I was never any good with gun names.

"Let's teach this whore a lesson." He said, aiming his gun right at my face. Oh god, this was it wasn't it? Sure, I was a black belt. But all that training went down the shitter when the other guy had a gun. Maybe I could roll out of the way a few times. The other guy slammed his boot on my stomach.

"Gah!" I yelped in pain.

"Did that hurt? Good!" He shouted. I heard the first guys gun cock as I closed my eyes. This is it.

"Rocko? Cur? Are you torturing my guests without me?" A voice shouted from across the room. All eyes turned to the mysterious man. My eyes widened when I saw his face.

The Joker strolled into the bank. He walked so casually, as if he was just walking to the supermarket and not into a bank robbery. He approached his buddies as they hurriedly back away from me. I was frozen in fear. The Joker was walking up towards me. His suit was a bright purple that clashed perfectly with his green shirt underneath. His face was a lot paler then I ever imagined it. He was a lot skinnier too. His purple hat covered his bright green hair that curled at the ends. He was truly horrifying.

"Boss….we were just….uh-" One of the guys tried to explain. The Joker shot him a death glare that shut him up instantly.

"These men clearly don't have any manners, eh sweetheart?" The Joker said to me. I just stared in fear. I could barely move. That's when he smiled at me. A bright big sinister grin. The only strange part was, it wasn't sinister. He was smiling as if he were at the fair. Having the time of his life. He looked genuinely happy. That's what terrified me the most. He snapped his fingers as the men hoisted me up off the ground. The other four guys were still guarding the rest of the hostages. The Joker got up close to my face and rubbed his chin. As if he were pondering something.

"Hmmmmm, you look familiar kiddo." He said. I tried to pull my face away from him but, I couldn't do it. I was frozen in fear. I had to get out of here. That's when he snapped his fingers in realization. "I know!" He said with a grin. "You're Doctor Gibson's daughter aren't ya?" I didn't reply. "I could spot that bleach blonde hair anywhere." He ruffled up my hair with his white gloves. One hour of straightening my hair, down the crapper.

"What should we do with her boss?" A thug questioned nervously. The Joker ignored him as he continued interrogating me.

"It's Sarina, isn't it?" He inquired. I didn't answer again. "ANSWER ME!" I was taken back as I vigorously nodded. The Joker chuckled. "That's what I thought." I bit my lip tightly in fear. I felt my eyes begin to water. My makeup was going to run. "Are you scared of your good old Uncle J?" He roared with laughter.

"Mistah J!" A high pitch voice called as she rushed into the bank. "The cops are on the way." Harley looked like your average dumb bimbo. She wore a tight red an black jester outfit with her matching hat. Her face was painted white to match her boyfriend's.

"Excellent. That means Batsy should be here any minute now." The Joker replied with a grin. He turned back towards me.

"Who's this tramp?" Harley snapped as she rubbed up against her puddin'.

"This is Sarina Gibson." The Joker replied. "Dr. Gibson's daughter." Harley glared at me and growled in disgust.

"Oh." She spat. "Why don't we just kill 'er already, Puddin'." She questioned with a slight pout.

"Now Now, Poo. We mustn't frighten our guest." He explained, motioning towards me. "She's actually quite a lot of fun." I could hear sirens and police lights glowed outside the building. The police were here. Good. That's about when I felt the thugs loosening their grip on me. They were getting cocky. Good. I inhaled deeply as I felt a grin escape my lips. I noticed the Joker raise an eyebrow as I did a backflip over the thugs heads. They cried in pain as I twisted their arms. They angrily turned on me.

"That's it!" One cried as he charged at me. I jumped up and spin kicked him across the face. I grabbed the next thugs head and thrusted my knee into his nose as I punched him. He toppled over. His buddy tried to grab me from behind but I did a front handspring and kicked him on my way over. As I continued fighting a thought occurred to me. Why weren't these guys using their guns? Soon enough I had knocked all the guys over. They were down for the count. I heard applause coming from across the room. The Joker was clapping his gloved hands together with a smirk. Harley wasn't so impressed as she growled at me.

"I'll take care of the bitch, Mr. J!" She shouted. With that she started doing flips towards me. The Joker didn't stop her. His grin only grew wider. She came towards me and threw a punch. I caught her but she quickly jabbed me in the gut. Sure the other thugs were a lot stronger. But I gotta give it to her, she was quick and agile. Her superior gymnastics skills and slender figure made it a lot harder to fight her. Sensei always said to use their strength against your opponent. So that's what I tried. I threw a kick, but Harley dodged it. My next punch made contact into her jaw. She stumbled back. I was starting to get a little cocky.

"Where's your Puddin' now?" I inquired. She shrieked with angry as she lunged at me. Not a good idea. I could hear the Joker roar with laughter as Harley tackled me to the ground. We started wrestling essentially. I glanced at some of the other hostages out of the corner of my eye. A lot of the men didn't seem to have a problem with this. I rolled on top of the clown girl and delivered a solid blow to her face. Out like a light. I pulled myself off the ground and turned towards the Joker. I was exhausted. Harley had taken a lot out of me.

"Brava, my dear!" He cheered as he applauded me. "You would give Batsy a run for his money!" He burst into thunderous laughter as he started walking towards me. My guard went up instantly. As if on cue, a figure burst through the glass windows. The Joker turned towards him. "Speak of the devil! I was starting to miss you! But this young lady here has been making an excellent replacement." I hadn't noticed the Joker was getting closer. That is, not until he grabbed me and dug a knife into my throat. One gloved hand was being pressed tightly over my mouth, the other was pressed a knife into my neck. Well this was great. There was no way I was getting out of this without getting cut. I gripped onto his arm feverishly, trying to rip it off. I was tired. I didn't have enough strength for this.

"Let go of the girl Joker!" Batman demanded. This was the first time I had seen the caped crusader. He was a lot bigger then I had pictured. And a lot more terrifying. Sure, he was a good guy. But he looked like he could he could beat me to a pulp without breaking a sweat.

"Oh, but she's so much fun! You should've seen her! She took down all my boys and my girlfriend before you even got here." Joker chuckled lightly.

"One. Last. Warning." The Dark Knight grumbled. The Joker just chuckled.

"Can't a man just make a simple withdrawal anymore?" He laughed. With that, he pulled out some sort of green gas from the back of his pocket and smashed it on the ground. I felt the Joker release me as he disappeared into the mist. I felt someone help me up as the smoke began to clear. It was none other then the boy wonder himself.

"We meet again." I sighed with a slight smile.

"I wish it were under better circumstances." He replied. I smirked.

"Me too." I said. "Where'd B-man go?"

"After Joker." Robin replied. "I guess he slipped out the back."

"Probably." I sighed. I looked back up at him. "I guess I'm not making a withdrawal today am I?" Robin smiled at me as he walked me out of the bank.

Reporters and Cops swarmed me as the hostages started filing out of the Bank. They were all calling me a 'Hero'. I didn't think I was that special. But...to be fair. I did fight pretty good. Stop being cocky Sarina! Anyway, Vicki Vale hounded me with dozens of questions. God, I've always hated that woman.

"So, you beat all the thugs up including Harley Quinn?" Commissioner Gordon inquired with disbelief. I nodded.

"Yes. I'm a blackbelt." I said nervously as I looked down at my shoes.

"Mhm." He noted as he wrote this all down. Just as he was writing, I glanced over at the door. It opened to reveal my mother and a policeman.

"Sarina!' She cried as she rushed towards me. She hugged me closely. "I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!" I felt her tears in the crook of my neck.

"It's okay mom." I replied as I rubbed her back like I did this morning. "It's not your fault." The commissioner looked back at the officer.

"I think it's time for her to go home." Commissioner Gordon stated, he turned back to me. "We can finish our conversation tomorrow." I nodded with a slight smile.

"Thank you." I said. He smiled back as me and my mother walked to the car.

She balled the whole ride home. Apologizing a dozen times. I kept trying to calm her down but it was hopeless. Something was up with her. She rarely got emotional. On the other hand, she did get really emotional when it was that time of the month. When I got my tonsils out, my mother didn't bat an eye. But when Jesse leaves on full house, the tears start flowing. But this time, it was bad. Her tears were never ending. At least when Jesse left she only cried for an hour. It had been well over three. I helped my mom to bed as I retreated back to my room. I slammed on my bed and sighed.

Well, I could honestly say this had been the weirdest weekend of my entire life. I fought men with guns. I met Robin. I fought Harley Quinn. I met Batman. And the Joker held a knife to my throat. What an eventful Saturday. I sighed to myself as I started to get into my PJs. As I folded my jeans, I noticed there was something in my pocket. Strange... I put everything in my pocket in that thugs duffel bag. What the hell could it be? I reached into the pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. What the hell? I slowly opened it. I gasped at the writing on it.

See you real soon, Sarina!

Love,

Uncle J