Before anyone says anything...1) Getting a citation for an expired tag is such bullshit. 2) Having problems with the internet connection is fucking annoying. 3) Being kicked in the ass by life is a bitch. I ultimately feel like I've let everyone down with not updating a new chapter soon enough and I really hope this chapter makes up for it. It was just very stressful for me to get anything done, especially when I was constantly worried if I was going to jail for an expired tag (it was my first citation I ever got and hopefully my last), but I have finally paid it off and the stress from that is now gone. The constant problems with the internet was a MAJOR pain in the ass but now that has been dealt with as well. I feel like everything is going to be okay now (:
I think that's it for my life problems, now onto the Q&A!
I actually forgot to answer this question but now I'm going to answer it.
How can Batman deal with Amy's mouth? As well as everyone else that comes into contact with her? That is a very simple question to answer, and the answer is...they can't! I'm sure Batman wants to slap the shit out of her or hopes that someone will do it for him! Amy is the type of person that does not give a shit about anyone, save for Nick because they're friends and he can tolerate her bullshit. Other than Nick no one can tolerate Amy or her ginormous mouthy attitude. She is obviously very blunt with anything she says and tries to be a smartass if she's in trouble. And all of you can see how well that works out for her in the end.
Is Amy a blonde? Somewhat, if you count dirty blonde.
Now if everyone is not satisfied with Azrael's appearance in this chapter I apologize. And I say that because I'm not exactly sure what he would do to Amy, or if he would help her. Although he does not look like the type of guy that wants to help innocent girls in need of rescuing. Then again Amy is in Arkham City so in Azrael's mind he's probably thinking 'This girl is obviously in here for a reason. They wouldn't just toss a young girl in here unless there is a good reason' And he is busy trying to get Batman's attention so the last thing on his mind is to help Amy.
I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't then I made myself sound like a complete idiot.
Another thing...I do want Amy to have a sort of run-in with Killer Croc...unfortunately after looking at the many gameplays of how to even reach him I don't think Amy is capable of reaching him the way Batman can. So here is a sort of project/homework for all of you who want to help. If you own the Arkham City game, please try to look for a route that Amy is capable of taking. Remember, she has a broken arm that is in a cast, two bullet wounds in her right arm along with a cut from her knife, the bite wound from Mangle on her right shoulder, a nasty bump on her head from a metal baseball bat, and her stomach was punctured by Withered Foxy (Even though it's stitched up she can still feel pain) If you don't own the game you can still try to help me think of a way for her to get through the subway. If there's no way for her to get there...I'll try to think of something.
Again, I feel shitty for not being able to update this chapter sooner. I still hope everyone reads it and enjoys this new chapter. If it sucks and does not meet up to your standards please don't be afraid to tell me unless you're just going to be a complete dick just to bash this story. Because if you do that then I feel sorry for you. This week is not the time to piss me off, I'll leave that as a warning. I don't mind criticism, but if you're just going to talk shit about my story with no helpful criticism then you're messing with the wrong bitch.
Anyways it's good to be back (: And I got a new laptop! It is awesome and I love it! ^.^ Enjoy the chapter!
Before he could get a good look at the assailant Batman was knocked down by a very strong force. Once he regained his composure from having been knocked down Batman saw nothing but empty space of where he thought the enemy had been standing at. Carefully standing up Batman scanned the area around him; there were no signs of human bodies and there were no strange sounds that indicated an animatronic close by. So far there was only silence along with his steady breathing, the quietest it has ever been so far this night. But despite the peaceful silence he could feel the tension building up all around him, like an invisible force was wrapping itself around him, steadily teasing him while he was unable to stop it.
In fact, he couldn't even move his arms.
How was that possible?
GRKTZTTZZTTKRRRRSSSSSHZZZZZTTHZZZZZCRRRKSSHZTTZSSSHZZZZCRRRKZTTKRRGRKTZ
The noise was extremely loud and seemed to emanate right in front of him, but there was nothing there!
Suddenly a face began to form in front of Batman, decrepit, old and rotting. Its body was nothing but metal limbs and tangled wires; a second head sat close to the actual head, both eyes staring at Batman in a menacing look. The rest of its body was wrapped tightly around Batman's torso like some kind of metal robotic snake. The main head resembled a fox, or maybe it was a dog? Whatever it was it seemed to be enjoying the moment, only to make it worse as it all of a sudden bit down on Batman's left shoulder. Its teeth were extremely sharp and penetrated through the suit with ease, piercing his skin.
The pain was unbearable but Bruce did not let out a scream or cry from the pain. He had dealt with worse pain in the past and he already suffered from a bite earlier tonight; then again this assailant had much sharper teeth than the last assailant that bit him. Batman struggled and moved around as he tried to free his arms, which were both tightly restrained at his sides, but with each breath he took the grip of the mysterious animatronic grew tighter and tighter.
Fortunately for Batman the building he was currently on sat right next to a taller building with no gap. It was perfect for him as he ran towards the brick wall, turning around at the last moment as his back slammed against the solid wall. Upon contact he felt a sharp pain shoot through his spine, causing even more pain to erupt. Batman quickly moved away from the wall, noticing that his arms were finally free but there was no sign of the robotic thing that had him restrained.
It just disappeared.
HHHH-HHHEEEELL-HELLO!
Batman readied himself for an attack, making a grab for a batarang...only to grab at nothing.
He looked down, noticing that his utility belt was gone as if it had just disappeared. Now Batman had nothing to use against his enemies if he was attacked. His luck seemed to going downhill pretty fast without stopping, he was starting to think that Amy's bad luck was rubbing off on him. If only that were true, but at the moment Batman had to stay in reality. Even his mind was beginning to doubt that the world he lives in is real at all. Thankfully the pain in his shoulder and back reminded him that he was real. All of this was real.
HH-HHHH-HHHHHIIIIII!
Swiftly turning around Batman saw Balloon Boy standing across from where he stood. The animatronic was in terrible shape after Springtrap nearly destroyed him but the small annoyance was still kicking, even if he was badly damaged. His smile was now creepy to look with half his face damaged, exposing part of the endoskeleton beneath. Batman was not fooled by the smile or the innocent childish voice, but he was confused as to how this animatronic managed to make it to the roof with the state it was in. Its hands weren't even hands and would be no use in climbing.
That's when Batman saw it.
"My utility belt." he muttered, his hands clenching tightly into fists. How this little abomination managed to steal his utility belt without Batman noticing was a mystery with no answers, but now he would take back what belonged to him.
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Unfortunately Batman was outnumbered.
There would be no way to win a losing fight, especially if the enemy could not be hurt. It was frustrating to retreat from a fight, but when one is outnumbered and defenseless then your options are very limited. Quickly without hesitation Batman ran to the rooftop edge and leapt out, gliding away from the building with a look of frustration and disappointment. If Batman wanted his belt back then he would need to come up with a strategy good enough to work. That was easier said than done.
"Batman, I'm heading back your way." spoke Robin's voice.
It was unexpected and the last thing Batman wanted to hear.
"I need you to keep following Amy." he replied, upset that Robin was not watching Amy.
"I know but I need to tell you something more important than that." Robin said, his voice holding a serious tone.
If it was more important than following Amy then it was most likely to be something worse, but then what could be more worse than dangerous animtronics and a murderous teenager? Perhaps it had something to do with the TYGER helicopters carrying off the destroyed animatronics. He would have to wait until Robin arrived. "I'll be waiting close to Freeze. Hurry up." Batman spoke, gliding in the direction of Freezes' hideout.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Robin said in a joking tone, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
As much as Batman wanted to smile he could not bring himself to do it, especially while thinking of ways to retrieve his belt. Maybe when all of this was over he could relax a bit.
Maybe...
After escaping the animatronics, ninja assassins and the alley of death Amy had not made it five feet before developing a cramp in her side from running. By then she was already out of breath and hunched over, panting for air and regaining whatever strength she had left; if there was any left after her long distance running. She felt her body burning as if she were on fire and was thankful for the chilling breeze to cool her down, but that wouldn't last too long so for now Amy will try to enjoy the breeze before the adrenaline wore off.
"God...damnit..." she said, taking deep breaths in an attempt to get her breathing back to normal. "I...hate...running..." what made it worse is when she took notice of bloody footprints leading from the alley she left and tracking all the way to where she was standing. "Of course...leave a trail of footprints to make it easy for the ninjas to follow you...I've shown my intelligence." she said aloud to herself.
Groaning in frustration Amy did her best as she scraped her boots against the concrete in an attempt to rid the blood that caked her shoes. It proved to be more difficult than she thought, but thankfully it worked. Of course it was only then that Amy spotted a trashcan with old newspapers scattered about that made her glare. She checked herself over before making her next decision, noting there was blood still freely dripping from the gunshot wounds on her arm. That would be dealt with later after she was somewhere safe and out of danger, unless it decided to find her instead.
"Okay, think. Where is the one place in this godforsaken pit that no one would think twice to be around?" she asked herself, almost half-expecting someone to give an answer. "Hmmm..." as Amy began walking she tried to think of a place that could be safe to stay at for a while, and maybe sleep. "Maybe Nick can help me with this one."
Taking out her phone Amy went to her contacts and immediately pressed Nick's name, putting her phone on speaker as it rang. At the end of the fourth ring Amy was about to give up and just figure it out herself, not exactly confident that she will make a wise decision on where to go. But suddenly...
"Hello?" spoke Nick's voice.
A wave of relief washed over Amy the moment she heard his voice, only to be followed by the start of a panic attack. "About fucking time you answered! You know I'm calling you and yet you choose not to answer until the fourth goddamn ring?" she yelled, already feeling upset.
"I accidentally fell asleep! Give me a fucking break!" Nick yelled back.
"Perfect time to fall asleep when I'm trapped in a goddamn game and risking my life!" Amy shouted, forgetting that her shouting might attract unwanted attention. "Just fucking tell me the safest place I should stay at then you can go back to your fucking nap."
Giving an irritated groan Nick rubbed his face and sat up, still somewhat tired. "The church should be safe right now. That's my best guess."
"Now was that so difficult?" Amy commented before hanging up on Nick, not bothering to say good-bye as she headed towards the church, vaguely remembering where it was.
Luckily for Amy the church was not that far away as she had first thought, seeing it slowly coming into view up ahead. Still feeling the frustration from arguing with Nick she stormed her way to the church, each step a loud and frustrated stomp as her anger increased. Amy wanted to yell and scream until she was out of breath, but due to her current situation of trying to stay alive she would have to pass on ridding herself of said pent up anger. Instead she let out a mental stream of every swear she could think of, along with a few violent images...most involving her knife and a lot of dead bodies.
After finally reaching the church Amy did not enter through the doors, but instead wandered around outside to explore. She could've sworn that she caught a glimpse of tombstones when she was here earlier, unfortunately Amy wasn't sure where she saw them so she decided to search for them to see if she was right or completely fooled by her eyes. Amy had a feeling that in the end of her search she would look like a complete jackass if it turned out there was no cemetery as she hoped there would be. /If there's no cemetery I'm going to look so fucking stupid./
To find out if there was a cemetery in this city Amy began to circle around the church, looking intently for any tombstones that might be close by. Amy was pretty confident as she searched, her mind focused on finding said cemetery rather than making sure to stay alive. With each passing second that she saw no signs of a tombstone she became more and more frustrated, nearly on the verge of screaming in rage. So far as Amy circled the church she saw nothing that even resembled a tombstone or grave.
Soon enough once Amy had reached the eastern side of the church she saw a few graves, which made her smile in triumph. She couldn't resist doing her little victory dance, giggling as she went to each grave with curiosity, looking over every detail for whatever reason she had. "If only I had a fucking shovel I could dig up the bodies and keep the skulls." she said to herself, already imagining herself doing the act in her mind. "They would make such awesome decorations for my room."
"Such a strange child you are." spoke a male voice that came from behind Amy.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Amy shouted, immediately turning around as she unsheathed her knife and began to blindly swing the weapon around at the intruder, hoping to get a hit in so she could escape. However after a few seconds of adjusting her eyes she saw that no one had been behind her. She stared at the empty space for a moment and lowered her knife. "Was I just trolled by a fucking ghost?"
"You should not be here." the voice spoke again once more from behind Amy.
/The motherfucker is behind me again?/ She wanted to turn around and confront whoever this person was but would there be a person this time or just empty space again? It was very tempting as Amy thought it over in her head, trying to reach a decision. /If I turn around again only to see nothing that'll be the second time I'm trolled!/ Of course a large part of her could not resist looking as she turned around to face the unknown person who seemed to delight in trolling Amy. Unfortunately if the mysterious being turned out to be another thug or one of the villains that would quickly turn out to be a problem for her.
Once she fully turned around her eyes met a very strange figure standing a foot across from her; at least this time she wasn't staring at empty space. The person in particular was dressed in the weirdest outfit Amy had seen so far tonight. The mysterious figure was dressed in a sort of medieval-looking attire, which in all honesty nearly made Amy laugh at the person for wearing such a ridiculous outfit. The red and white color made her think of a hospital, medic and the Red Cross organization, which caused her to laugh out loud despite the possibility of being murdered for making fun of the Red Cross Knight.
"Apparently I'm not the only one who shouldn't be here!" Amy commented, unable to stop laughing at all the jokes that she made in her mind. "Tell me something..." she said, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at the weirdly dressed man. "Is the renaissance festival here already? Or did the Red Cross finally send someone to rescue me?" she asked before continuing to laugh.
Azrael, on the other hand, did not fully understand why Amy was laughing at all, especially since the laughter was aimed at him. He couldn't understand what was laughable at the way he was dressed. Maybe this girl was crazier than she appeared to be and belonged in Arkham City with the rest of the crazies that were placed in here. And to add on top of that she was armed with a deadly large knife. Azrael came to the decision of leaving this psychotic girl and carrying out his own plan he was trying to carry out, unfortunately it didn't seem that Batman even discovered the first burning bat symbol that had been carefully set up. By now the fire more than likely died out, meaning he would have to create a fresh one.
Without a word Azrael disappeared in a sudden explosion of green light that was quickly followed by a large cloud of smoke. It made Amy stop laughing as she stared at the now empty spot where Azrael once stood. Amy stood there speechless for a moment or so before sheathing her knife, cautiously glancing all around her in case the mysterious person was still around. "What a fucking asshole! What a waste of my time, standing there just to troll me."
THUNK
What was that?
THUNK
There it is again. What the hell is that sound?
THUNK
Now it sounds like it's getting closer.
Feeling the panic rising inside her Amy nearly tripped over her own feet as she stumbled around, looking for a place to hide. Only one of the tombstones was big enough to conceal her as she hid behind the large stone and remained silent, keeping her breathing calm and silent. As much as she didn't want to see whoever or whatever was slowly making its way towards her Amy couldn't help but peek around the tombstone to take a look at the intruder. With the moon being the only source of light at the moment it was hard to make out anything in the darkness.
Once the intruder came into full view Amy immediately pulled herself back after catching a glimpse of yellow. The body was large and parts of the body were exposed thanks to decay or whatever caused the body to rot. Both arms ended in a tangle of wires with the hands missing. However the more terrifying sight was the set of double jaws that sent chills of fear through Amy. She had hoped to have at least an hour or so without any interactions from people and animatronics, but life chose to have its own laugh by making her miserable. Now she would be stuck hiding until Withered Chica went away unless she found Amy and killed her, unfortunately Amy does not have the patience to wait for either one to happen.
"C-c-co-come out a-a-a-an-and p-pl-pl-plaaaayyyy!" Whithered Chica spoke in a shrieking grating voice that made Amy flinch, almost causing her to shout at the animatronic.
/Stupid bird I don't want to fucking play! I want to go home goddamnit!/ As much as it killed Amy not to yell at the animatronic in a fit of rage she had to devise a plan to make the robot go away. However Amy had little to no ideas on how to make said robot go away without exposing herself in the process. She peeked out just a bit to look at the animatronic, having the thought of just make a run for it. Withered Chica had no hands and did not look like it could run as fast as Amy. Hell, maybe she could just waltz right past it with no problem and be on her way. It was tempting and Amy was about to go on with her new plan until there was a sudden noise coming from the left.
It seemed one of Joker's thugs had stayed behind, or perhaps he was hiding from the animatronics that were roaming the streets. Either way it seemed he was just now deciding to leave the safety of the church that had kept him out of danger so far. When he spotted Withered Chica the clown thug paused and stared at the animatronic in silence, both keeping still as they stared.
SCREEEEEEEAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHUUUAAAGAGGHH!
That was all that needed to be said as Withered Chica rushed at the clown thug, who had let out a scream of terror and turned to run away from the nightmare that was now coming at him at a fast pace. Amy couldn't help but stare as within seconds Withered Chica closed in on the clown thug, both arms reaching out towards the frightened man. Amy's eyes grew wide as the tangled wires that ended from the animatronic's arms shot out with life, wrapping around the thug in a tight embrace around his throat, arms, chest and legs. As much as the clown struggled to free himself the wires only tightened as they dragged the man towards Withered Chica, the tension and fear filling the night as the thug was now within reach of Withered Chica.
The animatronic stared at the clown thug with empty eyes, its hold still strong and yet it did nothing but stare. Then the moment was shattered as the wires began to viciously dig underneath the man's exposed skin, which was his face, throat and arms. It reminded Amy of a scene she saw from the fifth movie of A Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Child. What she was witnessing before her eyes was almost like what happened in the movie, only instead of becoming part of a motorcycle the man was being torn apart from the inside from the wires, causing him slow and agonizing pain. The screaming from the thug was almost too unbearable to hear.
CRUNCH!
Withered Chica swiftly ended the man's screaming with a large bite to the skull, breaking off a large chunk of bone and brain from the now lifeless thug.
The body spasmed for a moment before finally becoming still. The wires that were still embedded in the body slithered out, covered in blood as the body bled out, blood squirting from the missing part of the head which covered Withered Chica's double jaws of death. Amy could even see bit and pieces of brain and bone in the jaws as blood pooled beneath the body and animatronic.
"That is my cue to leave..." Amy muttered, silently backing away from her hiding spot while keeping an eye on Withered Chica.
She wanted to run and be far away from the deadly animatronic as much as possible, but if running also alerted the walking death machine then Amy would be as good as dead within seconds. She was not the best when it came to running and would most definitely lose the race for life and safety. /Where is the Red Cross Troll when I need him! He seemed to love trolling me earlier!/ Much to Amy's dismay Azrael had left to see if Batman found any of the symbols he left for the Dark Knight. There would be no one to rescue Amy from this walking terror any time soon.
As soon as Amy rounded the corner of the church she quickly turned and took of running at full speed, which wasn't too fast but hopefully fast enough. Had Amy been thinking clearly she could have saved herself by hiding inside the church, unfortunately after witnessing the demise of a thug by the hands- sorry, wires and jaws of Withered Chica she wanted to be somewhere far away from the evil animatronic. However she had no idea of what place would be safe to hide at. Right now she was running down an empty street that headed in the direction of the subway that sat right next to the museum she had been at earlier.
Would the subway be a safe place to hide? Even if there were thugs around it would be better than wandering around alone with Withered Chica out and about. Without hesitation Amy headed for the subway, hoping to have a moment of peace if it were possible.
"Extraordinary machine." Hugo spoke, having witnessed Withered Chica killing off the clown thug before Amy decided to leave. It made him wonder what else these robots were capable of, fortunately he would get to find out very soon. Suddenly hearing the door open Hugo gave a grin. "I assume you have caught another one?" he asked.
"Not one. Two. But there is a problem." Ra's answered with a bit of concern.
Hugo waved a hand. "It does not matter if the girl escaped. We know where she is at all times." he replied nonchalantly.
"It is not that. It is about Batman's little bird." Ra's said, knowing he caught Hugo's full attention when he noticed how stiff and tense the man became.
"What about him? He's no threat to us." Hugo replied, having a small feeling that this would be a bigger problem than he thought.
"He is a threat now." Ra's spoke, and yet did not seem to have any sign of worry or panic. "The boy saw me when your guards came to collect the machines."
A look of stress and anger was clearly visible on Hugo's face. "And you let him get away! He will surely inform Batman of your presence and that will raise his suspicion-"
"Soon he will be taken care of. My assassins will be sure of that." Ra's spoke calmly. "You have my word."
Hugo wanted to say something but thought it would be best to stay quiet. There was no need to start an argument over such a petty thing. Ra's gave his word that the situation would be taken care of and Strange would hold it to him. They were too close to have their work sabotaged now. No one would keep him from completing his finest work. Without a word Hugo left the room, heading to the lab where his newest creations were in the process of taking shape, along with having a few new additions added on to each one.
So close, and nearly completed. It would be a dream come true.