So once again I can only apologize for the amount of time it's took me to update still don't have my own laptop so having to borrow my sister's and go to the library. Hope you still stick around for the story, updates are gonna be even slower but I promise the wait will be worth it!

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Jen-Jen

The paper reported that Gotham was seeing another cold winter, other crime stories were kept small and tried not to bring too much attention. But the story on this "Glitch" was huge; Filly figured that crime bosses made sure that it was reported to advertise a hit on them. The article went on about the first recorded sighting:

~Glitch was seen on a bus heading out of Gotham, it's believed a man had got on with a gun and began threatening the passengers. Glitch attacked the man, it's said that she was laughing as they fought the gunman. Next thing the accused takes a lipstick and writes on the man's face 'To Gordan, love Glitch xxx' and suddenly sparks appear and the gunman and Glitch disappear. Moments later the gunman is at the doorstep of the police station. As soon as the story broke out calls were made to Arkham Asylum to see if any patients were missing but nothing came up.~

Filly guessed that checking the Asylum first was understandable, someone who could teleport in sparks ticked all the boxes of an asylum freak. She continued to read:

~Some might say that this event shows a 'hero' taking their first steps into helping the city, or taking their steps into an early grave. These sorts of events always split the opinion of the cities people. Esther Brown said,

"I think it's a good thing to see citizens stand up against these foes, it puts confidence in us."

But Jackson Cain says,"People need to stop taking the law into their own hands, they might think they are doing good but sooner or later they'll catch up with you, and you'll only have yourself to blame when they get a knife in the back."

When asked about the event we asked the commissioner his thoughts, he kept it short and brief "The incident isn't anything new", and when Lieutenant Gordon was asked he simply said, "Someone is trying to make a joke out of something that isn't very funny."

A small investigation is now underway, police have said that they are sure Glitch is a young female, guessing late teens to early twenties, homeless but chances are, Gotham hasn't seen the last of Glitch.~

And the newspaper was right, clipped neatly and securely were more photos, headlines and articles. Filly would of loved to read them all but her curiosity was begging to go and investigate about herself. It didn't take long until she found a series of tape players. On each of the sides it said 'Riddler One', 'Riddler Two' and so forth, but she came across one with no label and hoped that this could be her's. Sitting on Young's chair, she placed her feet up and played the first few seconds.

"This is Doctor Young, recording notes on Patient Emily Rogers. Since Riddler has been moved out of my care I've had time to look into other patients."

She must of recorded these just after Doctor Laird's incident, Filly admitted she was quick and committed.

"Emily's case I find to be extremely intriguing. She's had a lot of Doctors over the years and all of their notes when compared to one and another just don't seem to make a lot of sense. Her interview with Doctor Laird is the recent of strange notes; he said that she was found in the grounds of Arkham when she was four which is just utter nonsense. My only logical explanation is that the Scarecrow got his evil gas on him but it didn't affect Emily."

Thinking back to her small interview earlier, Filly remembered the Doctor mentioning that but she didn't think it was majorly important.

"I just can't believe how these nonsense notes haven't been brought to anyone's attention before. The only reason I can come up with is...that these Doctors were under some sort of chemical influence or...it's seriously frustrating. There are so many rumors about her it's hard to keep up with it all."

Rumours? That was something to ask the Joker or one of the other Doctors if she ever bumped into one again.

"The one I believe the most is a note from Doctor Gretchen, she writes that Emily was left at the steps of Arkham aged 8 months. The head doctor at the time refused to call the police, he said that the child held some sort of purpose...he somehow managed to win the case to keep her here but the story was kept from going to Gotham and till this day her story hasn't been made public. I find it extremely hard to accept that no one has tried to get information of her out there. My only thoughts are that people in particular high places are blocking it or one of the patients in here is doing, like Harvey Dent as such. He seems to be a strange father figure to her even though encounters with the super criminals were forbidden..."

What the Hell? There was no way she'd be able to get an explanation from him but she made a mental note to check out his cell for later!

"After that the stories get weird. Not much is written about her childhood here, nothing really is documented until she reaches the age of ten on the 19th of June but funnily enough Bruce Wayne gives a large amount of money to the asylum every year on that date."

That got her attention. Bruce already donated money to the asylum but why more on that day? How many years has Batman kept a close eye on Arkham? She imagined that in a circumstance like hers, Bruce Wayne would have somehow discovered the secret and come for her in all his bat glory and take her away; then again it could be nothing.

"Speaking about money, another large donation has been given by someone who wishes to remain anonymous...I think it might be Jack White, trying to get back under my skin again...anyway, it's clear that throughout her years here she hasn't had much interaction with patients, I think putting her into a few group therapy sessions might bring her out of a shell..." Young sighed, "I think...what gets to me the most is...she's not crazy, so why does she want to be here? Why doesn't she want a normal life?"

The tape stopped and a wave of guilt rushed through her blood. Young may of had a bad side but listening to the tape it looked like the doctor had a soft spot for her, and Filly scared the crap out of her. Rubbing her hands on her face, she made a walrus like sound and yawned; she was tired and would give anything for a cup of tea or something to keep her energy up. Trying out the computer she couldn't get anymore information out of it but in the back of her mind she felt like there was something right in front of her. Before she left Filly got a good look at the black mask hanging on the wall.

Black Mask, a character she had been growing fond of recently, from all the comic's and graphic novels she had read he had easily become her favourite out of all the criminal mob bosses. Roman Sionis, hated his parents and killed them, it was pretty obvious, he had a obsession with masks, hates Bruce Wayne and the Batman, Nothing new there, and known for always carrying two hand guns. When the masked burned into his face it started his descent into madness, what he did to his girlfriend Circe and to Catwoman's sister, but Filly figured that that hadn't happened in this world. Filly began snooping about again but a series of small banging noises caught her attention from outside.

Making her way out of the office she made her way towards the West Wing Corridor door, the noise sounded like it was coming from out there she stopped in her tracks as her eye lands on a toe, there is a tag wrapped around it. She swallowed a lump that caught in her throat and approached the body slowly, her hand reached out, she pulled out the tray and saw the rest of him covered. Ready to pull off the sheet to see his face a large bang erupted; spinning around she witnessed the sinks get swamped by dirty water, muck and horrid creatures were swimming as it overflowed.

"Eww," she walked over to the sinks and underneath pulled the drains barriers a part and hoped that most of the water would flow into it and wouldn't create such a mess. Rubbing the muck from her hands of her jeans, she straighten up and turned around and was confronted with greatness.

Ra's al Ghul towered over her, he stood at 6ft and she may have been tall but next to the Demon Head she looked like a terrified little girl. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as his green ones bore into her own, panicking and not knowing her best options she slowly slid on to one knee, bowed her head and closed her eyes. There was nothing but silence for the next few moments but she could feel him smirking at her. Filly chanced a look, taking him in she noticed that he had used the cloth that was covering him as a towel and wrapped it around his hips.

Oh my God he's naked underneath that, was the only thing she could think of.

"Rise little one," he commanded, Filly instantly obeyed but she couldn't make eye contact with him, "What is your name?"

"My name is Emily Rogers sir, but I'm known as Filly around here" she replied.

"And what is 'around here'" he asked. Ra's al Ghul studied the girl in front of him, she was a funny little thing. He sensed that she was no threat to him but she had a lot of strength within her, he looked further and could feel a lot of locked memories and powers that weren't yet open to her.

"This is Arkham Asylum sir."

He made a distasteful look and stroked the stubble on his face, "Young lady do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you are Ra's al Ghul. The Demon Head, the leader of the League of Shadows."

This took him by surprise. It had been a while since the Demon Head had been given this sort of respect from anyone outside of the league, he liked this Emily, whatever it was that was drawing him to her he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Nether the less he would keep an eye on the girl, "What is going on here child?"

"The Joker...has control of the asylum...he's putting Batman to the test...and me."

Ra's raised an eyebrow, "And how are you coping?"

"Well I'm...I'm not dead yet." This wasn't exactly how she pictured her first conversation with the Demon Head to go but she kept silent and only spoke when he asked a question, he liked that, manners didn't come easy to the young nowadays.

He decided to take a risk on the child, "Young lady I have an offer for you, that is if you survive the night here. How would you like to train with the League of Shadows? I shall give you plenty of time to think it over, a year or so from now I will meet with you again and you must give me your decision."

Holy shit!

Filly was speechless, her mouth was agape as she processed what he had just said, he chuckled at her and she quickly straightened herself out and tried not to embarrass herself further.

"I'll consider it sir."

"Good. I hope you'll make the right choice Filly my dear," he turned around and began walking away, "I could use someone like you, I could make you one of the world's greatest assassins. Good luck" And with that he disappeared under a rising cloud of smoke and she was left alone in the quiet room. Her heart beat had been hammering against her rib cage the entire time he looked and talked to her, he had offered her something huge, what had he seen in her that made him offer such an amazing proposal.

Recovering from her encounter with Ra's al Ghul, she went to the West Wing Corridor to continue her search for files on her. She started at the right side, beyond the desk were filing cabinets marked from A to Z, the place was a mess due to the goons ransacking the place but just her luck 'F' was still in its place. Her fingers ran past so many files, there were a bunch of Fiona's, Francesca's and Freya's but no Filly. Then it clicked. They wouldn't go by her nickname; checking 'E' she found a small folder with her name on it, slapping it on the desk she clicked through and skimmed many pages. What she had found just turned out to be records on medication she had been given over the years, nothing really screamed out at her, mostly it was pills like paracetamol. She rushed over to the other side and began digging for clues but nothing helpful turned up. Returning out into the corridor she head towards the door to, it was clear to her that the mansion wasn't going to give her what she wanted just yet. But the dreaded feeling of being watched climbed up her spine.

A man stood behind her, not just any man, the killer with hundreds of tally marks cut into his skin. Victor Zsasz had recovered from his fall down earlier, he stood only twelve paces behind her, he stood straight to begin with but once he saw his prey he hunched slightly into some sort of stalking position.

He looked terrifying now, if he had known what Filly was going to do to him before she doubted that he would just stand there looking somehow mesmerized.

"I've been told I'm not allowed to play with you but...your flesh is just calllllling out to me. The mark can't wait!"

It would of been so easy to just run through the door and wait for him at the other side, she could of stood with her fists up and once he came through she could of punched him into next Tuesday! But no, this was a serial killer, possible rapist to, he scared the living daylights out of her. She didn't read much about Zsasz because all the stories about him made her squirm, all she did know was that his parents died, he got all the money but he blew it all then started to kill people, mostly females.

Fuck I'm a female. Filly slowly turned towards him, very step was taken in caution. Her hands were shaking and her breathing unsteady, whatever courage she found find got her facing the killer. "Victor...put down the...knife."

He laughed and took a couple of predator steps towards her then stopped, he squinted his eyes together and took a good look at her, "Wait...I...I know you from...yes...YES! IT'S YOU! I never forget a mark that gets awayyyyy." He roared and bounded towards her. In a panic she shut her eyes tight and held out her hands willing her power to work, praying that he would move into slow motion. And after a few ticking seconds of nothing she opened one eye and saw Victor in midair running. Moving out of the way she approached him and stared in wonder.

How long was he going to stay like that? Feeling more confident she poked him in the side but he was still in the same position but moving very very slowly. Feeling pleased with her work she laughed. But her fun was over before it could even begin. He stopped going in slow motion and was back to his normal self running towards the door but he skidded to a halt when he realized she wasn't by the door. I gotta train my powers more.

Victorcried out, he didn't like being cheated out of an easy kill. Turning round he came at her again like a charging rhino, knife out stretched Filly manged to move out of the way at his first attack but wasn't so lucky the second time.

He managed to make a cut about the size of a screw on the right side of her neck, even though it didn't look like much the pain was terrible, to a thug or Batman this sort of cut would be nothing, but Filly had never been cut like this before, and oh it was the worst pain she'd ever felt. She cried out and her hand instantly went to clutch the wound.

"Yes! Yes scream! SCREEEEEEAM!" jumping at her, Victor got her off her feet and on the floor. His hands instinctively wrapped around her throat and her hands grabbed on to his arms. Being strangled was not how she wanted to go but he was so determined, Filly began to struggle less and as she did this she got a look into his eyes and saw the demons laughing behind them, he looked as if he had waited years for this moment.

In the background she could hear the Joker through the intercoms commanding Zsasz to stop but there no stopping a killer like him from doing his 'duty'. Her Arkham asylum experience wasn't going to end like this! Deciding to take a cheap shot her knee bang hard against his groin area, it took him by surprise and he instantly got off of her to deal with his pain. Filly got up quickly while Zsasz stayed on his hands and knees trying to cope with the soaring pain going through him; with a warrior like cry she kicked hard into his side and he flew backwards and hit the wall, he groaned loudly but she wasn't done. Climbing on top of him she started giving him a series of punches to the face. One punch...two, three, four...five,six, seven, eight punches, then he wasn't moving. She made sure he was alive then dragged his body into one of the offices. Her fingers touched the wall as she absorbed the memories of the room, she discovered a small hidden panel on the outside, pressed in the right code and the gate started to come down. There was no way he was getting out of there.

"Clever girl Miss Horesy, hehe, if you're ever feeling like having a chat, you know where to find me" the Joker's voice sounded.

I better see what he wants.

Before leaving she found a broken mirror shard and inspected the cut Zsasz had given her. She watched in amazement as the skin patched itself together and the blood absorbed through her flesh and in a few moments the wound had healed, there was no scar, no redness, it was if she had never been harmed. Healing powers was something she was going to be entirely grateful for, she imagined how it would feel recovering from a gunshot wound but then quickly put it to the back of her mind. Even though she could heal so well it didn't meant she was indestructible.

Finally getting out of the mansion, she took a breath of air and coughed out most of the dust she collection inside. Running in the direction of the visitor center she stopped in her tracks. The ground started to shake, there horrible cannibalistic noises coming close but she didn't have the time to hid, she couldn't use her powers as they weren't going to be strong enough right now.

And then she saw what she as about to face.

A TITAN monster walked past and from the corner of it's eye it spotted her. She must of looked like a tasty meal to her but then she realized who this monster had been before...fucking Freddie the cannibal.

"Here's one I made earlier!" screamed the Joker. But he couldn't have fixed the formula by now could he? Oh shit!

Freddie came towards her but Filly flipped over him and he bashed his face into the mansion doors. "Have fun!" the Joker ended it with a laugh and she was left alone with the TITAN cannibal.

I'm not really pleased with the chapter to be honest, its messy and I feel like I repeat a lot of stuff, plus there has been a lot here for you to take in. BUT writing has been stuck in my mind for so long that I had to give you guys something! So hope this tangled your taste buds. Please leave a wee review if you have the time as I'm sure it'll help me get stuff out faster!

Again, if there any mistakes etc don't be afraid to tell me!

Until next time!