He gripped the wheel as he sat rigidly, eyes fixed out the front window of the ambulance as it teetered over the edge of the bridge. Makeup smeared over his scarred face and sweat dripping from his hair, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. The nose of the car dipped and he instinctively leaned back in the seat, praying for the back wheels to touch back down. When they did he breathed out shakily in relief.
He wondered how this happened to him.
What brought him to the point of facing death by teetering over the edge of a bridge?
What made this moment of facing death any different from all the other times?
He remembered it had started because of one night. He had just pulled a perfect heist, killed plenty of people and escaped the Bat. He and his lackeys chose to celebrate by consuming alcohol and drugs and enjoying the rainy night...
He remembered meeting some plain Jane on the street... Ok it was a hooker he had met and in his drug and alchohol binge haze he, just couldn't keep it in his pants.
Did he regret it that night?
No… What he regretted was being so strung out and not being able to remember the looks of the woman he parked it in…
Then again if he had he would have carved the whore up for leaving their little suprise alone in front of one of his many hidy holes in nothing but a crappy blanket and a piss poor note.
But he could never regret his sweet little Teddy Bear. The little thing was a suprise but he wouldn't leave her alone. He worked so hard to keep her away from his personal circuse...
But he failed.
"FUCK!" He screamed as he pressed down at the button of his seat belt and finding the mechanisum jammed.
Breathing heavily, he pulled a combat knife from his jacket and began sawing at his seat belt, watching the Batman's small plane fly past.
He had to get there first!
He wanted to be their first!
That plant smooching bitch was going to find a bullet in her head if it was the last thing he did!