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It's official, guys, there is some divine force out there that is out to freaking kill me.

The Batmobile growled at me, refusing to brake no matter how much I begged. The vehicle was tricked out with a ton of sweet tech, unfortunately making it very hard to distinguish which electrical current powered what.

I also knew that most of the Batmobile's engineering had nothing to do with electricity, but in the garage all of Batman's toys tricked me into thinking that I could drive what was probably the fastest car on the planet. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Horribly, horribly, wrong.

Panicking, I let go of the wheel completely and took my foot off the gas pedal. The Batmobile didn't stop, it didn't even slow down. Maybe Batman has to leave the seat when he's driving sometimes so he rigged the car not to stop, I wouldn't rule it out. Stupid Batman and his stupid technology.

I watched the approaching cars, screaming and clutching helplessly at the wheel. Do you know how people say that your life flashes before your eyes when you're in a dangerous situation? Something like that happened to me, except it looked a lot like an anti-bullying commercial. The part where they show dramatizations of kids getting the crap beat out of them, at least. Trust me, really sucks to be on the business end of that.

I turned my attention to the controls and started pressing buttons and pulling levers. When in doubt, press random buttons, I suppose. My eyes fixed on a particularly large red button, just begging to be pressed. I know they say never tough the red button, but give me a break I was desperate.

I lunged, covering the button with both hands. The Batmobile lurched a few times before slowing to a stop. I breathed a sigh of relief, sagging over the diver's seat.

And then the Batmobile shuttered and began to hum. Metal ground against metal, a high-pitched scream filled the air.

"Oh..Oh...Something's happening!" My hands raced across the keyboard, trying to undue whatever I had done.

The Batmobile began to rise, I peered out the window and saw the cars below gradually shrink. Somehow, I'd activated the Batplane mode. If I touched the wrong thing now, there's a good chance I'd accidentally stall the engine and then - splat.

Swallowing hard, I touched the steering wheel with a single hesitant finger. My gentle touch made the Batplane swing to the right, turning sideways and careening towards the ground. Luckily, I had risen far enough off the ground so there wasn't an immediate collision with the cement.

I grabbed the wheel, righting the aircraft and pulling upwards. I soared into the sky, leaving the awestruck bystanders far below. I let go of the wheel, letting the craft hover unmanned in the air. I opened my mouth and forced air into my aching lungs. If I got caught now. I was dead. In all the years the Batmobile had been in service I don't think anyone's had the guts, or the stupidity, to actually steal it.

Taking a deep breath to stabilize myself, I wrapped my fingers around the wheel and turned it. I peered around the panel a saw a screen depicting a detailed map of the country. A little red blip was hovering over DC, clearly indicating where I was. Afraid to touch anything else, I aimed the Batmobile in the correct direction and gave the accelerator a little gas.

My goal was to get back to Ivy's apartment complex, after that...Well, I'd figure something out. It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one I had. I putted along at low speed, not daring to try anything more. It was taking forever, but it's better to be safe than dead.

I looked at the map again, I was nearing Gotham. Usually, a supervillian hiding out in the home of the Dark Knight sounds like a seriously whacked idea but Ivy sees it as a big game. Hiding right under their noses, she said. I thought of it more like playing with fire, but it wasn't my place to correct her.

I was almost to the complex when the Batmobile gave a fierce shudder and started to drop. At first I was afraid that I'd accidently hit a button or something when a hologram appeared above my head and a woman's computerized voice crackled out of the speakers.

'WARNING: LOW FUEL, RETURN TO NEAREST LEAGUE FACILITY.'

"Not really an option for me, Computer-Lady." I grumbled, squinted at the city below. I was almost there, if I could just hold on for a few more minutes...

Alarms screamed in my ears, the Batplane dipped another forty feet. Knowing it was pointless to try and pull up, I tipped the nose of the plane slightly and tried to coax the Batplane into a glide. Hopefully I'd make it to the complex before the Batplane ran completely out of gas. I fumbled around the seat and pulled the seatbelt across my chest and strapped myself in. I knew that if my mother were here that would be the first thing she'd think of, not the chance of crashing into a skyscraper and dying, oh no.

"Cool it, Mallory. You're not crashing, you're just...landing. Yeah, that's it."

'WARNING: LOW FUEL. PLEASE MAKE EMERGENCY LANDING NOW.'

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?" I snapped, scanning the ground for a good place to land.

There, Ivy's forest of mutated evergreens that lay just outside the complex. There was a huge lake in the center of it, surrounded by jagged rocks that formed a sort of bowl to help catch rainwater. Ivy claimed having a large source of water nearby helped the plants. Personally, I think it was majorly inconvenient. The water attracts all sorts of animals and bugs, which then go and gnaw on her precious trees. And who do you think has to scare them all away?

Today, however, the lake presented the perfect landing strip. All I'd have to do was land in the water and scramble out the car door before I drowned. From there, I'd climb over the least steep cluster of rocks. Is it a good plan? Not really. Do I have anything better? No, no I do not.

Dropping the nose a little more and trying to ignore the computerized voice screaming in my ear, I prayed Ivy wouldn't be too mad at me for wrecking a enormous metal speed demon in the middle of her pond. I looked back down at the ground nervously, I was too far away from the lake and I was falling far too fast.

Looks like I'll be taking out a few of your beloved trees too, Ivy.

I neared the lake and let out a sigh of relief, this was actually going to work. I wouldn't be able to go as far out as I wanted to be, but I knew that as long as I got away from the forest's egde where the rocks were steepest I'd be fine. I hovered briefly at the lake's edge, pondering how exactly I was going to go about this when the Batplane completely ran out of fuel. My stomach was thrown up into my throat, I pushed down on the wheel and tried to clear the short patch of trees that stood between me and the water.

There was a tremendous crash and the sound of metal smashing against wood. The Batplane plowed through the foliage, breaking branches and snapping tree trunks. One of the wings completely broke off, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

I hit a particularly large tree and slammed my head against the windshield, sending bright pops of red and yellow blotted out my vision. Eventually, the throbbing pain in my head ebbed away and the world faded to black...

When I woke up, I was upside down.

My head hurt like crazy, a trickle of blood running down my forehead and blinding one of my eyes. Groaning, I wiped the crimson liquid away from my eye and twisted around to try and see where I'd landed.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

The bottom half of the plane was stuck in the water, the rest lay lodged in a tree planted at the water's edge. There was a huge hole torn out of the back, allowing copious amounts of water to flood into the Batplane's leather interior. The extra weight was slowly dragging the plane, and me, down into the watery depths.

I'll tell you what, there's no better alarm clock than fear.

I unbuckled the seat belt, wrapping my hand in the leather strap to keep from falling into the broken glass of the window. I grappled over to the door and pulled on the handle. Not surprisingly, it didn't budge. Frustrated, I kicked at it and felt the plane slide forward a few more inches.

Okay, okay, no more kicking. Kicking: bad. Sitting still: good.

The only problem with that is I can't afford to wait, precious seconds are ticking by and I'm wasting them watching the Batmobile fill with water and yelling at myself to sit still. I reached out with renewed energy and felt around for something to smash the window. My hands curled around a flat piece of metal, probably the only thing left of the Batplane's left wing. I examined the window closest to me and frowned, it would be impossible to smash out that window and crawl through without being badly cut.

I turned my attention back to the windshield instead. It was already cracked and missing in some places, knocking out the rest of it shouldn't be too difficult. Working carefully and quickly, I chipped away large chunks of glass with the jagged slab of metal. There wasn't time to bust out the whole windshield, so I settled for creating just a Quinn-sized hole.

It was almost large enough for me to slip through when another gash opened up a good foot and a half away from the first. The water poured in twice as quickly, dragging the Batplane down like the lake was completely filled with quicksand. I blanched, striking out at the window again. I missed, my hand scraping across the broken windshield and opening up a large gash on the back on my hand.

I winced, wishing I could cradle my hand against my chest and whine for half an hour like I usually did when I got hurt. The rational part of my brain kept telling me that if I didn't move, I'd get a lot worse than a little scratch. I reared back, strategically aiming a blow to knock out a large part of the glass. I smiled at the satisfactory smashing of glass and the fresh air that pumped into the car through the newly-formed gap.

I gripped the bottom of the windshield's frame, letting the metal piece fall into the churning water below. My handhold was free of glass, but it was still hard to hold onto. I pulled my head and torso through the gap, dragging my upper half onto the roof. The Batmobile tipped dangerously, but luckily the water weighing down the back half of the vehicle was much heavier than I was.

I pulled my legs through next, scooting forward on the Batmobile's hood to make room. I rose to a crouch, carefully gauging how fast I was able to go without falling out of the tree - or worse, into the water.

The Batmole gave another fierce shudder, and suddenly the hood was being dragged out from under my feet. I stumbled, slamming my knee against the hard metal hood. All that water had finally become too much for the Batmobile and was quickly submerging itself into its watery grave.

I cursed, pulling myself back to my feet. If I didn't do something, and fast, I'd fall into the lake and wouldn't be able to crawl back out again. I'm a pretty good swimmer, but I'm only human and I'll get tired eventually...

Making a split-second decision, I took a deep breath and bent my knees a little. Bracing myself, I focused my eyes on the nearest branch and extended my arms to it - like a small child reaching for her mother.

And then - knowing full well that if I fell short - I was doomed, I jumped...

Cliffhanger again! Do you hate me yet?

Random: During Image when Miss Martian (Disguised as Black Canary) kisses Conner I kinda sorta freaked out a lot (I was basically screaming 'B-Black Canary? Conner? No, just no. What are you doing YJ, that's sick! He's freaking sixteen! Shebsjshsis, Malfunctioning! Malfunctioning!) but then when I found out it was Megan and I calmed down. But then I got to thinking...Are Miss Martian and Conner roleplaying now? Still kinda weird when ya think about it...O_O