Author's Note: I'd write an author's note about loving the reviews, and about this chapter and about the next chapter- But once again I've deprived myself of sleep to write this... Too tired. Mmph. But- Read on, my lovely readers.

Chapter 11:

Gotham Blitz, Part III

Roger leaned on the bar. Melissa stared at it with awe. It was a giant aquarium with fish of various colors freely swimming around it. Exotic-looking fish. There were a few neon lights placed in certain places under the aquarium, so that some of the fish would seem to glow when swimming above it.

"Two of the usual." Roger said to the bartender. The man nodded and turned his back to them. Melissa tried to stare at the fish and not at all give Roger a single glance.

The bartender turned around- setting two small glasses in front of them. Roger was looking out to the dance floor- the bartender had left them without a word. Hastily, Melissa reached down into the chest of her dress and pulled out the small plastic pouch. Quickly- making sure Roger wasn't watching- she dropped the pale blue tablet into his drink. As soon as it hit the drink, it began to dissolve. The small bit of fizz from it mixed with the fizz from the drink. So unsuspecting-looking.

The sounds of gasps made Melissa throw her head back to look to the ceiling. An acrobat was hanging onto the bar with a single hand. It appeared that he had almost fell to the floor far below. But he grabbed onto the bar- and swung himself back onto the bar, sitting on it. He waved to the crowd, and they clapped. It had been an act. When he finished waving- another acrobat did a multiple flips in the air- before holding onto the hands of another.

She smiled to herself, impressed and delighted by the show. "Melissa-" Roger said, holding her drink in front of her. She took it and forced a coy smile. Roger nodded, clinking his glass against hers, "Here's to the night." He said, before throwing the drink to his lips, swallowing in all in one gulp.

"To the night." Melissa echoed. She took two and a half drinks, the glass was nearly empty, but then froze. Something didn't taste right- even for some drink at a type o f 'club' banquet for the wealthy.

She lowered the drink, looking into the little bit left. Something small and white was left in the side of the drink. Roger pretended not to notice her discovery. Melissa's eyes widened in realization.

He had drugged her- just like she had drugged him. It had been mutual.

Melissa stared at him- and took a few steps forward, away from him. She could feel his eyes watching her. Jonathan. She had to find Jonathan. Where was he? Dancing, talking, sitting at a table with others? Roger wouldn't let her find him, would he? She looked over her shoulder at him. His head was cocked to the side, leaning against the aquarium bar- watching her with a smile.

Melissa looked back to the dancers- trying to see through them to find Jonathan. The dancers were moving in haze though and Melissa was unable to focus her eyes. She blinked her eyes feverishly- trying to find him. The swinging, flashing lights of reds and blues didn't at all help. It felt like the ground was shifting beneath her feet- like some sort of earthquake. No one else seemed to be paying attention to it.

It reminded her of when she was younger- In one of the small parks of Gotham. Spinning and spinning, with her arms out to her sides- staring up into the sky. But looking ahead of her- at the spinning planet, she'd suddenly feel unbearably dizzy and fall to the ground in a heap, laughing. The whole world would look as if it was tilting to the side. Though- if she fell now, they would be no giggles.

A huff of air escaped her rosy lips in distress, as she stumbled back into Roger who caught her around her waist. It made her skin call. His arms were around her waist, locking her close to him- his hot breath against her neck. A soft whine escaped her mouth in protest- her hands trying to pull his arms off of her, slowly trying to escape his arms. Her mind was fogged, as she tightly closed her eyes- wishing for Jonathan to come.

"Relax, Melissa..." Roger breathed into her ear, pressing his lips against her hair. He turned her away from the dance floor, "I guess that you couldn't handle the drink. It's quite strong." He said solidly. Melissa turned her head to him, struggling to stay on her feet. There was a smirk on his lips, his eyes were dancing with delight. "Some fresh air will do you good." He was already leading her to the back doors.

"Jonathan." Melissa whined.

He shook his head, "Don't worry, babe. I'll make sure that you have fun." He pushed the door opened and the chill of the winter hit her like a slap in the face. Roger paused for a moment-his arm weighting down onto his hips- his eyes staring down the alley. Melissa begged for the drug the she gave him to be kicking in. She hoped that Charlie would come soon.

Roger again shook his head before pulling her down the alley, before coming to stop near an large garbage bin. He pushed Melissa against it and the cold metal against her bare back made her gasp. He tightly held her wrist in one hand, his other on her neck. He lowered his neck to the other side of her neck, kissing it. Melissa tried to push him away- but her arms felt nearly too heavy to lift, more or less push someone who was bigger than her away. Roger's grip on her wrist loosened, and he pulled his head away from her neck.

He blinked a few times, his head lolling forward a bit. His hand that was on her neck slid to her shoulder- growing heavy. Melissa could feel herself slowly beginning to sink to the dirty ground beneath his hand- he was slowly going lower as well. The tablet that she put in his drink was kicking in- rapidly. She finally felt herself resting against the ground- Roger slowly coming to his knees in front of her, leaning against her for support.

She felt her eyes grow heavy, and they even sank down briefly. She forced them open to look at Roger. He was out could. With a groan, she slowly lifted her heavy eyes to the sky above. There was a fire escape. Swallowing hard- she turned her head to see a man in black leather jacket- nearly to the knees- and with a black winter stocking pulled over his head bustling towards them. Charlie.

He pulled Roger off of Melissa- letting him drop to the alley ground before glancing to Melissa.

"Good job." Charlie compliment as his hands searched the man's suit. Charlie pulled out his wallet- pulling the money that was in it out and stuffed it into his own pockets. Melissa slowly nodded. His voice was distant. It took her a few moments to comprehend his words. He turned his attention to Melissa. "Here-" He said as he grabbed onto her hands, pulling her to her feet- letting her lean against the wall.

Charlie stood near the man, and put his hands under his arms- half-lifting him and half-dragging him back to the car at the end of the alley. He looked at Melissa, "We'll be at the factory." 'We'll' We'll who? Charlie and Roger? Charlie and a few other of Jonathan's henchmen? Was he telling her of the next plans? Charlie didn't seem to notice her confusion as he pulled Roger further away. "Go tell the doctor-" He said in amusement, "- That he's needed in room one." He grinned and looked up to Melissa.

"Wasamatter with you, lass?" He asked- but then he laughed. "I mean Melissa. One too many drinks?" When Melissa gave no reply- the grin died as he pulled open the door of the car. He lifted the man into the backseat- shoving him in- then slamming the door. Charlie opened the driver's door and climbed in- but he left the door open as he stared at Melissa.

"Well go on- Go tell 'im." He said with a slight scowl.

Melissa turned, leaning against the wall as she stumbled back to the door. She heard the door of the car slam shut and the engine start. Slowly the car pulled away. Melissa looked over her shoulder to watch it go. That wasn't a good idea... Looking behind herself as she stumbled to the door with a hazy mind- in a dress. Her foot caught onto the front of her dress, tripping her to the wet ground.

For a brief moment- she stayed on her hands and knees, feeling too weak to push herself up. Melissa lowered herself closer to the ground, letting her head rest against it, her eyelids growing heavier than before. Sounds becoming more distant. Her breathing was growing slower.

"Hey!" A voice shouted. It seemed like it was miles away- but only a second later she felt two pairs of hands, grabbing her arms gently but firmly, pulling her to her feet.

"Can you hear me?" A different voice asked- her cheek was being tapped.

"Drunk, most likely." The first voice dismissed.

An unsure "Mph." Was the reply. Now she felt her whole body being lifting. Someone was carrying her. Being carried in someone's arms- it felt like she was floating.

"Alright, Alright- give her some room to breathe. Nothing to see here. Go back to your party." The first voice said loudly, roughly.

"Miss- Can you hear me?" The gentle second voice asked again. A door of a car was opened.

Melissa gave a weak "Mmm." The arms set her in the seat. She let her head rest against the back of the seat. Someone crawled in beside her. The door closed and an engine was started. She opened her eyes slightly to look out of the window. A few people were standing outside- staring at the car. The doormen were still standing in their places- masks still on, the smirk still on the lips as their hands were folded behind there backs. The door opened- and Melissa shifted her gaze to who just stepped out.

Jonathan. Their eyes met for a split second before the car pulled away- Jonathan out of view. Exhaling deeply, Melissa turned to look at the man next to her. More specifically- at his chest for every streetlight the car passed under- there was a glinting. A star. Melissa closed her eyes, resting her head against the window. She could vaguely make out what was happening. She knew a few things though, but was too groggy to react...

Jonathan probably won't be very happy. The man sitting next to her was a cop. The man in the front seat, who was at the wheel, was most likely a cop, too. She was in a police car- being taken to the station.

But she had no time to worry because in the moment- she was deep in a slumber.