Welcome to the Black Parade: Chapter 3
Title: Teenagers
"They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do"
"Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine"
By: My Chemical Romance
"Ow…Ouch…Ah! Seriously Selina calm it down with the brush, you're gonna pull my scalp off!"
Selina Kyle rolled her cat-like eyes, "Oh please, and it isn't my fault your hair is more tangled than a rat's nest!"
Jade grumbled, "Whatever, you almost done?"
"Yes just hold on I have one more knot…There! All better!"
"Finally!" Jade whispered while hopping from the stool in Catwoman's apartment. "By the way this place looks pretty nice considering Two-Face blew it up, I guess the same can go for you too, HA!"
Catwoman shook her head, "You know sometimes you're more like your father than you think. Oh, and, sorry for your loss?"
Jade shrugged her shoulders, "What can I say I am his daughter, and thanks but I'm not gonna make a big deal about it. Speaking of the clown can I show you some papers I found in Joker's desk? He gave them to me but I have no idea what they are…"
"Sure let me take a look…" Selina said as she was handed a stack of paper.
Jade played with her new pony-tail nervously as Selina looked over the blueprints and designs. She was hoping that the Catwoman would have some sort of information on what this was all about.
"Well I don't know about these costume designs but this blueprint here kind of looks like the Gotham Juvenile Prison…I should know I broke Holly out of there plenty of times." Selina answered.
Juvenile Prison? Why did Joker give me blueprints to a juvenile prison? Ugh, everything in Arkham has to be so fucking cryptic!
"Oh well, I don't know what to do with that information. But I'll guess I'll be off then…tell you what I'll send you whatever cats come my way ok?" Jade laughed.
Catwoman smirked, "Goodbye Jade".
Back at the Steel Mill
Why would I need blueprints to an effing juvenile prison? Did I know someone in there? Did he know someone in there? Was I supposed to break someone out? God Dammit! Why couldn't the old loon just tell what he wanted me to do instead of going all Riddler on me!
I stepped back for a moment and looked at the other papers. And what are these costumes for? They seem so different from Joker's style…even Harley wouldn't where that! Let's see, okay they're all black, with buttons, most have a hat, basically a uniform style…except for this one.
I picked up one of the designs; it was defiantly different from the rest. The hat was more like a fedora, same color scheme, but it came along with boots, the jacket part was longer and the sleeves larger. I glanced at the measurements…MY measurements!
Gasping I latched onto the table for support. This is for ME? WHY?! AND HOW THE HELL DID HE EVEN GET MY MEASUREMENTS!
I stepped back and took a deep breath…Hmm, what if I had it made? I would need to get out of Arkham though and find someone who could make it. Let's just says the last time I tried to use a sowing machine I ended up killing three people and setting the house on fire, it wasn't pretty.
Looking out the window I spotted the escape hole Black Mask created to get out of Arkham. Maybe that was my ticket out?
To Be Continued…