Keevra awoke to a unrelenting pounding in her head. The pounding felt worse than the time that Charlotte had accidentaly slammed her Biology textbook on her head back in their Sophmore year of high school. Her mind felt groggy. . . she having a hard time remembering what she was doing. What had happened to her?

Her memories flashed through her mind, playing like an old newsreal. She remembered that she had had the Joker at her mercy when. . . Garrett had walked in.

"Garrett?" Her voice sounded dry, cracked even.

She saw that Garrett had his hands tyed behind his wooden chair, his arms and legs bounded by rope. He was still unconscious. His head lay drooped on his chest.

"Garrett!" Keevra yelled, attempting to wake up her friend with her loud tone. Then, the Joker's voice came seemingly out of nowhere as Keevra tried to untie her bindings.

Garrett groaned in reply. Keevra looked up at one of the corners of the room, staring at a speaker where the Joker's voice was coming from. The Joker's voice ranged out in a song-sing tone,

"Waaakeeey- waaakeeey, Keeeveey and Gaaarrry. If one goes, the other follows."

A click went off from the speaker, signaling that the Joker was done speaking. That was when Keevra noticed the two pistols, one her own, the other she assumed was the Joker's. The two pistols were suspended in midair, held up by a thin string that was connected to Keevra's and Garrett's chairs. She saw that her own pistol was pointed at Garrett. The other pistol was pointed directly to her brain.

"Ah shit. . . " Keevra muttered.

Garrett jolted awake. He stared down at his feet before looking up and asking Keevra,

"Keevra, are you all right?" Garrett asked.

Keevra nodded. "I think so. My head hurts though."

The edges of Garrett's mouth twitched as he replied,

"Join the club, Kid."

Garrett started to wiggle in his seat, causing the rope that connected them both, along with the pistols, to shake. Keevra's eyes widened.

"No!" Keevra screamed. "Don't do that!"

"Why?"

"Look." Keevra tilted her head towards the pistols. Garrett's eyes swelled when he saw the two pistols that were pointed at their brains.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Garrett asked. Keevra could hear a hint of panic in his voice.

"I don't know. Dammit Garrett, you shouldn't have come."

Garrett's eyes narrowed. "You idiot! What would you do if I hadn't?!" He spat.

Keevra inhaled deeply and she breathed out the words: "Justice would have prevailed."

Garrett shook his head. "It would have been murder."

"A life for many lives," Keevra pointed out.

Keevra jumped, a little startled as the door slammed open.

"Batman?!" Garrett exclaimed, just as Keevra exclaimed,

"Nightwing?! How did you find us?"

The two superheros walked into the room. She watched Nightwing hold up a device in his right palm. The screen glowed, the only thing Keevra could see on it was a big, red dot in the middle. Nightwing explained the device to Keevra,

"I put a tracker on you, Keevra Avryn."

Batman and Nightwing came closer to the booby trap. After spending a minute studying the booby trap, Batman pulled out his knife and began cutting the rope as Nightwing pointed the two pistols's aim away from Garrett and Keevra. When they had disabled the booby trap safely Keevra said to Nightwing,

"Hey, I never told you my name back there."

"You didn't have to," Nightwing replied. "We overheard the whole thing."

"Of course you did," Garrett said bitterly, massaging his rope-burned wrists.

"Where were you-?" Keevra asked Nightwing.

"Oh, the tracker also has a speaker on it. So Batman and I heard everything you, Garrett, and the Joker talked about," Nightwing explained.

"Cree-eepy," Keevra said, drawling out the word.

Batman turned to Keevra. Under Batman's stare, Keevra felt like she was being X-rayed by his cowled face. He crossed his arms.

"Start explaining," Batman growled to Keevra Avryn.

Before Keevra opened her mouth, the Joker marched into the room, a gleaming knife in his hand. The Joker's smile stared at them all as he said to Batman,

"You see Bats. It seems that I, whoopsies, killed this girl." The Joker held up the photograph of Charlotte in everybody's view. When she saw it, she reached for the photograph. But the Joker pulled it away from her reach. The Joker took his knife and slashed the photograph through Charlotte's face.

"HAHAHAHA!" The Joker laughed as he ripped up the photograph into a million tiny pieces. Keevra watched helplessly as the photograph was ripped up before her. "Ohhh it's good to have Batsy and Nitey and Keevey and Gary and Jokey under the same roof."

"Stand down, Joker," Batman snarled as he pulled out a Batarang.

The Joker didn't pay any attention to Batman, instead he walked closer towards Keevra. Keevra felt her insides tingle, a mixture of rage and fear. He looked her straight in her eyes as he said to her,

"You have a promise to fullfill." The Joker outstretched his arms. His damn scar still staring at her.

"I never break a promise," Keevra whispered.

She looked down at her hand. Without even realizing it, she had raised her pistol. Her pistol was aimed dead center towards the Joker's heart. If she aimed right, the bullet would dive straight into his heart, killing him instantly. But should his death be instant? Maybe she should take her time killing the evil of Gotham City. She pulled the safety off.

"Keevra," Garrett said calmly beside her. "Put the gun down. You don't want to do this."

"Uhhh, I think she does," the Joker cut in.

"Shut up!" Keevra yelled. "Both of you!"

"Murdering the Joker won't bring Charlotte back," Garrett said. Garrett was talking to her like she was a crazy, mental person.

A tear slid down Keevra's cheek. She felt the heat of the tear race down her cheek. She heard a soft ticking-like noise. She looked at her pistol hand and saw that her hand was trembling.

"I don't want to do this, Garrett. I have to do this. For Charlotte. . . For all the lives this scumbag has snuffed out without a second thought!"

"Scumbag?" The Joker said in a mock-hurt tone. "You hurt my feelings."

"Charlotte would want me to end this city's suffering."

"By becoming a murderer?" Garrett asked.

"If you pull that trigger Avryn, you will sink down to the Joker's level," Batman said. "Even lower."

"Would Charlotte want that?" Garrett asked gently, taking Batman's side.

Keevra wiped even more tears off of her cheeks with her sleeve. And then it her: Charlotte wouldn't have wanted this to happen. If Charlotte was in Keevra's position she would rather put the bullet into her own brain before taking the life of a person. Even a person as sinister as the Joker.

"No. . . " Keevra's voice trembled. She felt the adrenaline slowly leaking out of her system. She lowered her weapon and turned to face Garrett. He nodded. She saw the relief smack into his face. Then she quickly turned on her heel, planning to strike the Joker one last time, but the Joker caught her hand. He ripped her pistol out of her hand and fired it. The Joker fled the scene, Keevra's pistol still in his hand as he was followed by Nightwing. Keevra let out a cry of anguish as her gaze went to Garrett.

Garrett let out a moan as he fell to the floor, clutching his stomache. Keevra saw blood creeping through the cracks of his fingers. Keevra rushed to his side, kneeling beside him.

"Oh God. . . "Keevra whispered as she saw more and more blood blossom through Garrett's T-shirt.