Chapter 1 "I'm Mad, You're Mad, We're All Mad"

(Gotham City - Paradise Apartments/also known as Hell on Earth)

The eyes in the dark room looks at the pretty blond that had finished knocking over an armored car. She piled the money from the job up in the middle of the room and walked slowly toward a couch. The blond sets down and suddenly she jumps as if something just shot through her. She looks around in confusion for a moment and her eyes widen. Memories of what happened run through her mind. She helped break into Wayne Enterprizes... Kara...

Oh my god... Oh my God... Kara what the hell did we do? She thinks as she frantically looks around.

"I see that the effects are wearing off. Too bad you have been most useful." came a rich female voice from within the room.

Dinah looks in the direction and suddenly a dart hits her. She starts to open her mouth, but a swirl of colors slowly fills her vision and soon she is passed out. The figure moves over toward her and places another odd looking disk on her neck.

"That should do it. Now If Greg was right you should be able to have your mind melted about twice more before you become little more than a living robot. It's a shame too... Still I suppose it won't matter in the end." The girl says as she steps out.

Instead of a super villain the person that stands there looks like a grad student from Gotham University. Her thick brown hair falls between her shoulders. She looks the blond over and grins to herself. She could make this girl into a street walker when this is finished. Granted her power is useful, but she needs to think long term. She smiles at the small controller and collection of quarter sized silver disks. She had transferred several into ear rings and set up in a local S'Mart selling them. The controller could only work on two people at a time, but lucky enough for her Greg had figured out how to set up a numbering system.

Poor Greg. You wanted your little toy to be used to help insomnia victims sleep. They could get an entire night worth of rest in a couple of hours. The only problem was asking me to help you. You poor trusting, helpless geek. She thought as she walked back into the darker part of the room.

She stopped in front of a mirror and looked at her reflection. Her Gotham University shirt was still white, but it looked a little dingy. Her blue jeans where looking a little ragged, and she could feel the caked layers of sweat on her. It was certainly time for a shower. She grinned and looked at the other figure sitting in a chair. His face was unshaven, and his eyes where still open. He looked terrible and frail all at the same time. She softly touched his face and he shivered a little bit.

Greg was never coming back. He was locked away inside of himself and it was her fault. She shouldn't feel bad about it. After all he was a geek, and a loser, but he had been a kind soul. He trusted her when no one else would, and he actually didn't try to get into her pants every time they where around each other. She wanted to something special for him, but the most she could do now was take care of him until someone figured out what was going on. At that point she would let them follow the trail to Greg and allow them to take him and put him into a home. At least there he would get proper care.

"I'm really sorry Greg... I didn't mean to fry your brain like I did. If it means anything now... I would hit that... I really would have hit that." She said as she softly brushed her lips against his cheek. "I hope where you are is better than where you were." She said as she stripped off and walked into the bathroom.

(Gotham General Hospital)

Diana sat beside Bruce as the machines continued to regulate his breathing for him. She had seen him beaten up before, and she had seen his body bruised, but she had never seen him this far gone before. She gently stroked his hair and looked for some sign that he was coming back.

"Mrs Wayne... We need to address if you want to disconnect Mr. Wayne from life support." Bruce's doctor said as he looked at her.