When I finally come to, the pain in my arm still hurts like a bitch. But I'm alive….why is that? I sit up with aid from my uninjured arm and look down at my body. There's bullet holes ripped into my shirt but no blood. I raise an eyebrow, thinking, 'Am I the female equivalent to superman? What the fuck?!?' Then I remember, I'm not super girl, I'm wearing a bullet proof vest. I stifle a laugh but immediately cease when pain shoots through my arm. Studying it, I decided it would be in my best interest to get this patched up before I even thought of a plan to save Dani. I stumble to my feet and look to the skyline of the city. Where fire once licked the sky was replace with smoke, choking the light of the moon and stars. I frown, "Aw, looks like the chaos is over. I don't know whether to rejoice or boo." I mumble under my breath. My mind wanders to joker and fear pangs me as I wonder if he some how got caught up in all this. I groan, thinking, 'Oh great don't tell me I have to save HIM too!' I clench my hands into fists of rage and regret it as the pain level reached well over 10 in my arm. Breathing heavily, I mumble between breaths, "Damn…I better….find someone to p….patch me up. Before I….loose too much blood." I limp over to the side walk and slowly start my way back to the 'studio'; the wall being the only thing keeping me from collapsing on to the ground.
People pass me, normal civilians, and they walk a little faster. I see a mixture of shock and disbelief in their face as they pass, guessing that they can't wrap their head around the sight they were seeing. Me, Erin Pesita, one of the villains who plagued Gotham with chaos and death, now getting what I deserved: an agonizing death where I would end up not in heaven but instead join the other fallen angels in hell. With this thought, none stopped to help me, none called an ambulance, and some didn't even look at me. I wanted to scream at them, tell them this wasn't how it was suppose to be! But they wouldn't listen; they would just turn away and go on with their mediocre life. I felt myself at the end, my life flashing before my eyes and my eyelids wanting to close. The blurring comes back and I try shaking my head to rid of it, but that just makes it worst. I feel light-headed and unable to think of my next move. Turning the corner, I collapse into the arms of a stranger. I hear him talking but my mind can't figure out the words he's saying. I look up at the person, my eyes pleading for help and blurring even more as the seconds tick by. It's then I notice the familiar sloppy clown face paint that belongs to the joker. He is shaking me slightly and I barely hear him telling me to stay with him. Feeling a weak smile creep on my face, I mutter, "W-why….so serious?" My eyes close and my head falls back, limp on my shoulders. Joker said something but of course I don't know what it is. But what I do hear is the sound of police sirens in the distance. I feel my body being picked up and feel wind hit me as joker runs away, holding me bridal style.
Joker growls, "Damn it Erin, why'd you have to pass out now?!"
All I see is the blackness of an abyss; it surrounds me and suddenly engulfs me. Then, I'm standing in the corridor of a rickety old house. It's grey and bleak, the floor slightly tilted. I look to the end and notice three figures standing before me. One is a young girl about 11 with shoulder length brown hair and emerald green eyes that piece my soul. Her clothes remind me a little about this one ninja show I use to watch a long time ago but the name escapes me. The next girl is an aloof, dark eyed being. Her raven black hair falls below her shoulder and her school uniform is tattered and ripped, blood spatters gleaming on the white short sleeves. The last girl seems more professional, her aqua eyes showing no expression. Her chocolate brown hair stops just above her shoulder. She's dressed like a business lady but I can tell she isn't a lawyer. Their eyes are all upon me as they say something in unison. But no words come out. Puzzled, I ask, 'What are you saying? I can't hear you.' They say again, their voices reaching to a dull roar. When I repeat my questions their voices louden and I can almost hear what their saying. Then I feel something poke my wound and the pain knocks me back into consciousness. I open my eyes slowly and it takes me a while to realize I'm not dead. I look to the side of me that my wounded arm is and I am surprised to see joker working on my arm. From pass experiences and horror stories, I always thought Joker just cut people up not sew them back together.
"What….the hell are you doing?" I mumble, fatigue evident in my voice. Joker looks up at me and a smile appears on his face.
"Ah, welcome back. I thought I lost you there for a second." Said Joker, cheerfully. I return the smile back haft-hearted, my body still weak from my near death experience. Joker goes back to work on my arm, "You should get some rest." He said blankly.
I wanted to stay awake but sleep was pulling hard at my eye lids and I try my best to fight the feeling. But in the end, sleep wins the tug of war and I drift into unconsciousness, falling into the same dream I had before. The three people are there and are still trying to tell me something. I shout out to them, 'WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!?!' With out warning, they are close to me with their eyes burning into mine. Together they whisper to me, 'you could have prevented what happened…you are the-' suddenly their words are cut off as they drop dead at my feet. The youngest of the trio death is very peculiar, since there's no blood signaling an inflicted wound. The black haired girl has lacerations that look like claws were dragged across her face and throat, ultimately her death is the bloodiest. And the last girl has a single gunshot wound to the abdominal, a slow and painful way to go. My eyes look up and stop as I see their murderers standing in their place. They bow to me as if I was a Queen. Their voices are clear as day as they say, 'The deeds…are done.' I stagger back, unable to understand what happened. Fear grips me as my breathing quickens. 'Why did you kill them?!?! What was their crime?!' I cry out, demanding an answer. One smiles a crooked smile, his face burnt severely. 'Because…you demanded it…You got bored of them. So you had them killed. Because, after all, you are the-'
Then I feel a sharp tugging pain in my arm, this causes me to awake abruptly. When I glance over at my arm, I see Joker stitching my arm up. He doesn't seem to have noticed I'm awake. I look around the room, trying my best not to stare. My eyes fall onto Joker's over coat that is hung over a chair, blood stains on it that no doubt belong to me. The feeling of tiredness is still present in me but I refuse to let myself slip back into that nightmare. I continue to watch Joker with curiosity. Joker feels me watching him and looks up at me.
"You mumble in your sleep, you know that right?" He said in a matter-of-fact kind voice. I scowl, puffing my cheeks out in childish annoyance.
"No, but thanks for the observation Doc." I mumble, slightly annoyed. Joker went back to finishing my stitches.
"Yeah you sounded pretty scared." He said concern in his voice. I look away, embarrassed. The dream or should I say night mare, had chilled me to the bone. Having seen those three girls die and their killers saying it was my demand for their death, wasn't exactly a good feeling kind of dream and retelling it would only rekindle the fears.
I shrug slightly, being careful not to move too much so he messes up my stitches, "Honestly, it did scare me. Some random chicks were trying to tell me something when they were killed. Unfortunately, I was unable to hear what they were saying." I said, slightly annoyed.
Joker finally finishes up my stitches and looks up at me, "Well sometimes somethings are better left unknown." He said lightly. I sit up slowly, being careful not to strain my wounded arm, and swing my legs over the side of the table to stare at Joker.
"Alright, so what's the plan to save Dani?" I said a smile racing across my face.
Joker's smile widens, "I thought you'd never ask." He answers back.