Dorothy looked up at the giant face looking down at her, his eyes were black like coal, he had greasy green hair and greasepaint viscously and messily applied, black around the eyes, white covering the rest of the skin and red stretching from his mouth all the way along to the edge of his face, ending in an upper curl, creating a sick twisted smile.

"You, killed Har-ley…didn't cha?" He drawled and Dorothy just stared up at him.

"Not intentionally!" She cried and the man started to laugh, a crazy insane laugh, the kind she heard in the asylum, the kind of laugh her roommate used to let out after he came back from therapy sessions. He always hated them.

"Your, uh, in-tention, is irrelevant beautiful, all that matters now, is those shoes you got on ya. Pretty. Little. Feet."

Dorothy looked down at the shoes, wondering why they were so important, they just looked like any old boots…and they clashed horribly with her jumpsuit.

"You don't know what they do, do you?" The man above Dorothy's head asked and the young woman just blinked as he started laughing again, "Those itty bitty shoes have unknown quantities of power, just imagine how much chaos I could cause with them…force people to blow up their own homes, kill their own families!"

Dorothy didn't understand how those boots could actually have powers! It didn't make sense!

"I'm definitely not in the asylum anymore…" She mumbled and Batman started yelling at the projection.

"Good will always overcome evil, Joker!" He exclaimed and the man –Joker- started to laugh again before looking at Dorothy.

"I'll, uh, see you soon, toots" he said with a wink and the projection went to static before completely disappearing.

"So…that was, Joker?" Dorothy asked Batman, still looking at the space in the sky where the projection had been.

"Yes, he was Harley's leader and now he is after you and your boots."

Dorothy gasped, "I gotta get them off!" she exclaimed and Batman shook his head.

"Don't bother, only the Wizard can get them off."

The ex-inmate sighed in defeat, "I was gonna go talk to him anyway, how do I get to Wayne Tower?"

One of the little policemen pointed to the sky, "Follow the monorail tracks."

Dorothy felt confused, "What?"

"Follow the monorail tracks, follow follow follow follow, follow the monorail tracks!"

Batman groaned and viciously tilted Dorothy's head backwards, "You see the tracks up there?"

"Yes…"

"That's the monorail, Wayne Tower is the unofficial centre of Gotham city, you follow those tracks, and you'll reach it."

"Okay okay, could you let go now?"

Batman pushed Dorothy forward and whipped out his wand again, looking incredibly irritated, and then slammed it down on a nearby rock, which turned into a gas mask. Then on top of two little flowers, which turned into pistols and finally he slammed the wand down on one of the policeman. His shirt quickly disappeared and turned into a dual gun holster.

The man quickly ran away, feeling embarrassed.

"On your quest, you are going to need these." Batman announced while pushing the items into Dorothy's arms, "Always keep the guns loaded and be ready to put the gas mask on as quickly as you can, the Narrows is the most dangerous part of Gotham so when you reach it, be prepared for anything. That's all I can do for you."

Dorothy looked down at her pile of weapons and quickly slung the holster over her arms, slid the guns in their pouches and hooked the gas mask on the holster.

"Well, I guess I'm off to see the Wizard." She said with a shrug and gave Batman a wave before walking past the little picket fence separating lawful land from the rest of Gotham and entering the Narrows.

"Follow the monorail tracks…" Dorothy mumbled while looking up above, "Why monorail tracks?"

Her red boots made a crunching sound as she walked on some crushed glass and then went back to their clacking.

Clack clack clack.

Dorothy liked the sound, it was rhythmic and she liked rhythm, rhythm and order, she liked them both.

What she didn't like though was her thick brown hair, which was currently being a nuisance and falling out of her ponytail, Batman said to always be ready, she couldn't be ready if her hair was getting in her eyes. She tried pulling it back and doing it up tighter, but the front bits just fell out again, Dorothy blew those strands out of her eyes and kicked an empty alcohol bottle off the footpath.

"Shouldn't there be some people around here?" She asked herself, sure it was a dangerous area, but it couldn't be that dangerous without a dangerous person around. It was oddly quiet, even the asylum was louder than this, even though most of the sounds were moans, cries of pain or the crazy laughs from Dorothy's cellmate.

"Is anyone here?" Dorothy cried, looking around the dark, damp area, breathing in the smell of old garbage and smog, bins had tipped over and bottles littered the streets, it was genuinely menacing, "Hello?"

There wasn't a reply, wasn't even a sound, the only noise that could be heard was Dorothy's own words echoing off the high walls on either side of the street and a black cat knocking over yet another trashcan.

Dorothy took a sharp intake of breath, her hand quickly flew to her gun holster, but she didn't pull the gun out…it was only a cat…only a cat.

"What do you fear?"