Holy phuck, I can't believe I actually updated this.
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"You know Angie, even though we've been in Arkham for a few months, it's only felt like a few weeks."
"Well, Time flies when you're locked up in the loony bin."
Becca and Angie were sitting on a bench outside. They were surrounded by barbed wire fences and security cameras. In front of them were a running track and a soccer field.
"I didn't even know Arkham had a track," said Becca.
"Well, at least we don't have to actually run on it," sighed Angie. "That would be horrible."
Just as Angie said this, a heavy set woman in a jogging suit approached them. She blew her whistle and scowled down at them.
"Thompson, Nightingale, on the track, now!"
Angie gaped. "Coach Martin, you have got to be kidding me! I can't run, I'll get all sweaty and yucky!"
"Save it for someone who cares Nightingale. Now, get your prissy little butt on the track! You too, Thompson!"
"Sure thing, coach," said Becca. "Come on Angie; let's show these guys how it's done."
The two of them walked onto the track and stood on the starting line. Next to them were Joker, Two Face and Killer Croc. Coach Martin blew her whistle and glared at the three rogues still standing on the sideline.
"Crane, Nygma, Tech, get over here!"
A very reluctant Jonathan Crane stepped onto the starting line, followed by an equally reluctant Edward Nygma and Jervis Tech.
"Oh joy, physical activities," mumbled Edward. "Isn't bad enough that you already made me play soccer?"
"Quit your whining and take your position."
"Becca, I can't do this."
"Yes you can, Angie."
"No I can't! I hate running!"
Becca thought for a moment and then said "Just pretend Claire's is having a crazy ten minute sale and Jessica Martinez wants the same purse as you."
Angie's eyes narrowed. "Oh, that bitch is going down."
Becca hopped from foot to foot beside the Joker. She touched both her feet and stretched her legs out, like she was about to run a marathon.
Joker saw this and grinned.
"Ooh, you want to race, do you?" he cackled.
Becca smirked. "Sure thing, if you're up to it."
"You think you can outrun me? Ha! I'm the fastest one here, you don't stand a chance!"
"Try me," she challenged. "You know what I'm looking forward to?"
"No, what would that be," he laughed.
Becca grinned at him. "Seeing the look on your face when I beat you!"
As soon as Coach Martin blew the whistle, Angie and Becca took off at top speed. Angie was behind Becca but both of them were right behind Joker and Two Face. Joker was the fastest, but Two Face prided himself in being the second fastest runner in the asylum. Becca's feet pounded against the pavement as she passed Two Face and pulled up alongside the Joker.
She shot past him and crossed the finish line first. Joker followed, absolutely dumbfounded. Angie came in third; Two Face came in fourth, Killer Croc in fifth, Crane in sixth, Nygma in seventh, and finally Jervis in last place.
Coach Martin checked her stop watch and said Becca's time.
"Sixteen seconds, a new record; not bad Thompson, not bad at all."
The rogues stared at Becca. She had impressed Coach Martin.
Nothing impressed the Coach, not since Joker had broken a record of twenty three second.
Becca smiled. "Thanks Coach. Do you mind if I sit down for a minute? I've got this cramp in my right side."
Coach nodded. Becca walked to the grassy field in the center of the track and sat down. Her breaths were shallow and ragged as she clutched her side. Angie sat down beside her.
"Becca, are you alright?" she asked.
Becca nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've just got a cramp, that's all. Wow, Angie you beat Two Face. I'll bet he's pretty pissed right now."
As she said this, both girls looked at the other rogues. Two Face wasn't at all happy about Angie beating him. A string of curses could be heard as he took out his coin, glared at Angie, and tossed the coin into the air. The coin landed in his hand and his already loud curses increased in volume. He gave Angie a final glare and then stormed off.
Becca grinned. "Looks like it's your lucky day, Angie."
"Yeah, I guess so. What about Joker? He can't be happy, either."
Joker was in the middle of kicking a tree when Angie said this. Becca laughed as the defenseless young sapling broke in half. "Well, better that tree than me."
"Becca, I think they're talking about you," said Angie as she pointed to where Tech, Nygma and Crane were.
Sure enough, the three of them were talking quietly and glancing at Becca.
"Huh, I guess they are. Come on, let's go get some grub."
The two of them walked to the cafeteria behind the rest of the inmates. Poison Ivy and Harley were already waiting for them at their regular table. As soon as they sat down, Harley started giggling.
"What's her problem?" Becca asked Ivy. Ivy smirked.
"We heard about your little race with The Joker earlier."
"Already? Wow, news travels fast in this place."
"Yeah, an' Puddin' ain't too happy about losin', not when he's the fastest one in here."
"You mean when he used to be the fastest one here," Ivy corrected her.
"Um, does this mean Joker will want to hurt me?"
"Probably."
"Great, just what I need; a psycho clown out for my blood."
"Hey, that reminds me. Puddin' an' I were gonna bust outta here tomorrow, you guys wanna come?"
"Harley, I don't think "Puddin" will want us to come along."
"Oh, don't worry; I'll make sure it's okay."
Becca sighed. "Fine, whatever you say."
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