I almost fell off the chandelier when Batman spun around, his white "eyes" sending a glare like no other.

I froze.

Sure, I'd seen him on the news, and sometimes from a distance while hiding in safety, but this was completely different.

I was trapped on top of a fucking chandelier hanging from the fucking ceiling. There was literally no escape.

All he had to do was cut one little wire and the whole chandelier would come crashing down, me with it.

I decided I did not want to wait for that to happen.

I took ahold of the wire and slid down, thankful for my thick gloves. Rope burns are Not fun.

I landed harshly on the floor.

Batman had kept his eyes on me the whole time and didn't notice when the Penguin turned around to leave, but I did.

I whipped out my gun and before Batman could even react I shot the Penguin in the leg, making him fall to the floor with a surprised shout.

Did he really think he could throw me under the bus without consequences?

Batman looked confused for a second before he seemed to realize what had just happened.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"Can't really let him get away now, can we? Seeing as he tried to use me as a distraction" I replied.

Batman was studying me, trying to figure out every single thing about me. I could feel his glare staring into my soul. And I let him, figuring the longer he took to stare at me, the more time I had to plan an escape that hopefully wouldn't involve going hand to hand with the Dark Knight himself. So far my options didn't really look too good.

Batman's stance suddenly became more defensive.

"You were the one at Bruce Wayne's party" he stated.

Shit! He got me there.

"Yup! That's me! Thanks for sending the mini-league, by the way. Made by job one hell of a lot easier than if you'd showed up" I said.

I needed to stay calm. On the inside, I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a corner and cry. If Batman decided to attack there would be nothing I could do. He was obviously better at fighting than me. So yeah, I was scared, but I couldn't show any weakness.

"Who are you" Batman growled.

He sounded pretty angry. I took a cautious step back.

"Like the traitor over there said, " I pointed to the Penguin, " I'm the Joker's son, though you can call me Renegade, Ren for short"

I'd decided it didn't really matter if I told Batman the truth. After all, the point of me crashing the party was to make myself known.

The Penguin suddenly let out a pained scream. He'd tried to walk on his injured leg. It had been unsuccessful.

Batman turned around, his back facing me.

This was my chance. Maybe my only chance. I made a run for the door.

I literally had my hand on the doorknob when suddenly something wrapped around my legs, yanking them backwards, making me fall face first on the floor.

I didn't have time to catch myself so my face took the full impact.

Something wasn't right. It should hurt, right? And why was everything blurry? Oh shit! I was about to pass out, wasn't I? Fuck!

Everything went dark.

~~~

I woke up to a roaring car engine. I was leaning against something, but I didn't dare to open my eyes to look. Though the car engine and the fact that I seemed to be moving led me to the conclusion that I was in a car.

I felt something around my wrists. Probably handcuffs.

That quickly woke me from my slightly dazed state, and I started to realize the severity of the situation.

I was sitting in a random, moving car, restrained, and the person driving the car was most likely Batman, because cops would stay under the speed limit.

An unfamiliar voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Master, how was your night?"

A gruff voice confirmed my suspicion.

"Well, Oswald is going back to Arkham, and I've got the Joker's unconscious son with me in the car"

"Shall I prepare a room here or are you taking him elsewhere?" the other asked, sounding not at all surprised.

"I don't know what he's capable of, so the cave is probably the safest option. We'll be there in about ten minutes. Bye, Alfred"

Alfred? Who was that? He'd called Batman 'master'. That might be a clue.

You'd think I knew Batman's identity, considering I've hacked the bat cave multiple times, but I never found anything, so to now have a name associated with Batman was huge.

Though now was not the time to celebrate my new findings, because I had less than ten minutes to get out of here.

I opened my eyes slightly, just enough to get a glimpse of where I was.

I was very thankful when I recognized the street we were on, and a plan immediately started to form. It was risky, and it would depend on Batman going over the not-too-high bridge, but if that part worked out all I had to do was open the car door right when we were on the bridge, and jump out. Then I would have to jump into the water and swim under the bridge so Batman wouldn't find me. And I'd had to do all that with my hands cuffed. Great.

So far my plan seemed to be working, as the bridge was approaching.

As soon as we got onto the bridge I pushed the car door open with all my might and jumped out.

I had managed to prepare for the fall, so when I hit the ground I used my arms to soften the impact.

The Batmobile skidded to a halt about fifteen yards away. I didn't have much time.

I grabbed the railing of the bridge for support and managed to stand up.

The car door opened, and Batman was running toward me. I had to do it now.

I heaved myself over the railing and let go, falling down toward the water. I caught a glimpse of Batman, leaning over the railing with his arm reached out. That had been close.

Then I hit the water. I wasn't an idiot, so I'd dived headfirst. The cold water was a bit of a shot to my body, but with the amount of adrenaline I had in my system at that moment, I barely felt a thing.

I knew I couldn't resurface yet. Batman would see me and we didn't want that. So I just blindly swam in a direction I thought was the right one.

Soon I had to breathe, so I swam up, hoping to be out of sight. When I broke through the surface I gasped for air. A bit of the gross water had gotten in my mouth. Disgusting.

I looked around, and noticed, to my relief, that I had swum the right way and was completely hidden by the bridge.

It had to be my lucky day because the bridge had a missing brick right above the water surface that I could hold onto so I wouldn't drown, because I couldn't risk leaving before I was completely sure Batman was gone.

Luckily I didn't have to wait too long. Batman probably wasn't prepared to dive after some kid. Maybe fifteen minutes later I heard the roar of the batmobile driving away.

Now I had to move. He might come back.

By now I was starting to get really cold, so the short swim to dry land was welcome. It was a bit frustrating though to not be able to use my hands. I kind of just wiggled my way through the water.

When I finally got out of the water I wanted to lay down and rest, but I didn't dare. Batman could come back any second.

So I ran.