Yo people! How is everyone? Sorry this chapters been posted late, been dealing with my A levels or Finals to you Americans.

Thank you again to Jasmine Scarthing! I've tried to take into account your review and re reading the last chapter ... He did sound a lot like the Joker :)

On with the show!

Why does Gotham effect him so much? I mean it's just one city! Sure it's full of mobsters, drug dealers, gangs and criminals but isn't every town?

Well maybe not but I don't see why it's his duty to destroy it.

I glanced down towards my watch. Gone. I went to pull out my phone. Gone too. In fact I still had flour on my trackies and my stained Gotham bees sweatshirt on. My feet were freezing though! Maybe when I'm next in Gotham I should invest in some slippers where if I were kidnapped, would protect my feet and keep them warm.

Bane did not look away from me.

Just looking at him flooded my mind with the memories, good and bad, we had together. The bullying, the picnics, prom, saying good bye. I was never prepared to welcome him back into my life and now...

My eyes filled with tears that danced slowly upon my cheek. My face faded from pale to red. I couldn't control these emotions!

"Jane, stay with Jonathan and I. We will be a family again."

"You never were his family." I spat back. The sadness had turned into denial. "In fact he doesn't even know who you are, what you did! I'm glad he never met you if this is what you've become!"

He didn't like that. Not. One. Bit. He pushed towards me and before I could run grabbed my wrist, slowly twisting it so I was once again on the floor in pain. For god sake, why didn't I think of fighting back!?

"I was playing dead to protect you. To protect our son. Do you believe I wanted to be thrown into the pit? To have my face ripped to shreds? To protect our family I killed myself off."

"And that's how you became this!" I elbowed him in his knee. Nothing happened.

"Jane, when I said we were special it meant we were given gifts. My gift of superior strength and attacking had led me to believe your gift could be similar."

"Go to hell! I don't want you to know what my gift is! I don't want you to touch MY son! Let us go!"

I wriggled my wrist out of his overly large fists and ran towards a tunnel not surrounded by guards. As I ran deeper in a sudden clank of metal told me I had fallen into a trap.

"Mummy?" I heard Johnny's voice echo through the prison.

"Johnny Hunny! Are you okay, are you hurt?"

"Mummy, they're making me move things with my head. Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed out the top of his lungs. I ran towards the cell door where a rather smug villain stood smiling.

"Jonathan will stay with me until our plan has began."

"I've not agreed to your stupid plan! I'd rather die with Gotham, with Bruce protecting us rather than alongside you, you homicidal psychopath!" I kicked the metal and listened to it ringing through the cell. Two hands shot forward and grabbed my sweatshirt.

"I have some business to deal with." Bane shoved me backwards so I fell to the floor. Two guards approached the cell with a chair, some rope, and a gag. Time to strike.

One ran forwards and went to gag my mouth. I weaved between him and kicked him in the back. As he fell the other guard approached with the rope which I swiftly avoided causing him to fall to the floor and get his hands caught up with the rope. I was winning! The first guard got back up to attack but was pulled down by the rope slithering between the others hand. I went to grab the chair when a swift but very aggressive blow came to contact with my head. I fell, watching the world around me spin, with Johnny's screams resonating in my ears. And with a sarcastic laugh from the man himself, Bane covered my mouth with the gag and left me in my cell. While the world span I was slowly tied up and left like a crazed circus act in the Asylum.

The cell was only temporary, obviously someone had guests.

"You wouldn't." I heard a familiar voice in the distance say.

"I had to find a way to keep them off my back." I heard an unfamiliar voice reply.

"You just made a big mistake."

It was the batman. It was Bruce! I went to move but a strange force held me close to the cold hard ground.

I heard some muffles. I heard Johnny screaming. I went to slowly fade but something broke me free of gravity's hold and carried me off the cell floor. I tried focussing on something but everywhere was spinning. I began to sink to the ground. What was happening I didn't know. Two figures were near each other and each made a different grunting sound. Were they fighting?

BANES ATTACKING THE BATMAN! I have to do something!

What could I do?

My mind began to spin. How could I help Bruce? How will I find Johnny? How could I get out of this bloody cage? I felt my head violently shaking from left to right. I felt as if I were about to explode!

Whoooshh

Ice flew from my fingertips causing my temporary hand cuffs to fall to the ground. I rapidly tore my gag and ran to the bars.

Wait ...

How did ice just shoot from my fingers? Never mind, got to help Bruce.

"I wondered what would break first. Your spirit. Or your body!" A huge crash made the floor shake. Bruce was hurt, he needed help.

I screwed up my face and began to really concentrate. Throwing out my hands, a huge wave of ice covered the bars.

Slowly I went to touch them and they shattered to the ground.

"Ohh, so you think darkness is your ally. You merely adopted the dark, I was born in it." The sinister voice taunted.

I charged forward hopefully aiming for Bane. Throwing out my hands I shot ice towards him. He ducked and went to lock his fingers around my throat but stumbled on an injured Bruce Wayne who's wheezing breath made me drop to my knees.

"Bruce! Oh my god I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as I am. I should've told you about Johnny's powers and helped him as soon as the Joker put the chip in his ar..." He slowly rose to the sky and was released to fall to the cold, wet ground.

"I knew you were special Janey, just needed to find that inner anger. Now if you would kindly step away from Mr Wayne it would be much appreciated."

I clung onto his throbbing body, blood seeping through his armour. He was my fallen hero and I couldn't help him. I held my right hand over a scar and felt the wound becoming colder. Removing my hand I noticed that I'd iced his cut and healed it over. Bane noticed this and swiftly pulled me up and dragged me away. I was thrashing my arms and legs about, I needed to find Johnny and now Bruce.

"Take him to the pit." Bane cried over the roaring waterfall which crashed to the ground. "And bring her to the game."

"What game?" I was swiftly knocked out by a splash of gas to the face.

For fuck sake! Knocked out again, really? I'm getting real tired of this now.

Wait.

I was sat in a toilet cubicle. No chains on me, no gag or rope. I was just kind of sat there. Wait, why was I even here?

Cautiously I pushed the door ajar to reveal an empty ladies room.

Ohh, okay then!

I swiftly noticed how I was wearing shoes. Like decent brown boots! The flat heel made them easy to walk in and the padded sole gave my feet extra support. My once stained Gotham bees sweatshirt had been replaced with a clean one and I was wearing jeans instead of my flour stained joggers. I walked out of the ladies room and looked around.

I was at a Bees game. The Gotham bees! WOOOO!

I jumped a little with excitement, I'd always wanted Dad to take me here! I went to put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a ticket.

Bench? Was I ... I WAS GOING TO SIT WITH THE PLAYERS THEMSELVES!

Okay, calm it.

I bubbled with excitement and went to find my seat. I was swiftly escorted through the concrete stadium out into the sunlight which smacked my eyes. As I perched upon the bench with many other fans, obviously rich by what they were wearing I was suddenly dumb struck.

Johnny was singing the American National Anthem. How did he know that? Stupid question really. My mouth dropped as his voice sang the crowd sweetly into a patriotic frenzy. From the entrance by my side I heard a voice. His voice.

"That's a lovely voice." Bane spoke, obviously the mask new little about how to whisper.

Shit. We need to get out of here!

As Johnny finished the crowd went wild. I was escorted to him and chucked him up, embracing my not so little lad.

"Mum, Banes going to blow the pitch up."

"I know, we need to get out of here!" I ran towards the closest entrance.

Freedom. Finally free!