Three Updates in one night. Wow. All characters except for Becca and Angie belong to DC Comics.
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The Joker spent the next three days planning a heist than involved pretzels, olive oil, rubber chickens, dynamite, and a jewelry store.
After they got into the jewelry store, Becca, Angie, and Harley were looking at different jewelry.
"Okay, I'm not really a big time jewelry freak, but this right here, this is three different kinds of awesome," said Becca as she held up a golden necklace with a viper shaped diamond hanging from the chain. Angie nodded her head as she examined a pair of ruby earrings. Harley was giggling as she tried on a silver tiara.
"I wonder where Puddin' is," said Harley. "I haven't seen him in the last few minutes."
At that precise moment, a body clothed in purple landed on the tile floor with a loud THUD. All three girls squeaked in alarm. Slowly, they looked up towards the roof.
A pair of eyes glared down at them. Harley and Angie gulped. Becca, however, grabbed a metal pipe and positioned herself in front of Angie and Harley.
"Bring it on, freak!" she growled. Almost at once, Batman swooped down and landed in front of the three girls. He was confused at first, but finally he recognized the young woman in black and red to be the same one who had attacked him.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will If I have to," said Batman
"Yeah, well looks like you're going to have to hurt me. Come on tough guy, give it your best shot," hissed Becca.
"Um, Becca, you might not want to provoke him. He could hurt you."
"Ha! Relax Angie; I know what I'm doing."
"You'd better listen to your friend before someone gets hurt."
Before anyone knew what was happening, three things happened; Batman's sidekick Robin dropped beside Angie and twisted her arm around her back, Harley leapt up to grab a metal rod so she could help Becca beat Batman's ass, and there was a hollow THUMP followed by Batman falling face down on the tile floor.
There, behind Batman's fallen body, stood Jonathan Crane holding a lead pipe. Jervis Tech was standing timidly behind him. Crane smirked down at Batman's form. "Not so tough now, are you?"
Becca stared at him and then laughed. "Dude, you are such a copycat!
Crane tried to fight a grin as he shrugged and said, "Now we're even."
Becca nodded and laughed again.
"Um, Becca?" asked Angie, who was no longer being held captive. Instead, she was wrapped protectively in Robin's arms. "If it's okay with you, I'm just going to go with Robin. I think I'd like to fight for the right side."
"What?" asked Becca. "Angie, you can't be serious!"
"I am serious, Becca. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go back to Arkham. Robin's offered me a place with him and Batman, and I think it would be better if I went with him."
The police showed up and handcuffed Becca, Harley, Joker, Jervis and Jonathan. Batman was pulled to his feet while Robin explained to him that Angie was on their side now. He grudgingly allowed her to come with them back to the Batcave. Before they left, Becca glared at Angie.
"I can not believe you are ditching me for that. I thought you were my friend!" she spat.
Angie avoided her gaze as she was led by Robin to his motorcycle. As she got on, Angie heard Becca say something she never wanted to hear again.
"I thought you were my friend, but I guess I thought wrong."
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For the next few weeks, Becca didn't talk to anybody at Arkham. Sure, she still did what was required of her, like participate in sports and therapy, but she mostly ignored everyone.
After a month of moping, Jervis decided she needed cheering up, so he invited her to sit with him, Edward and Jonathan. She sat there and picked at her food, never looking at any of them.
"Rebecca, do you know what I think?" asked Jervis. Becca shrugged. "I think you need to laugh again. So," without another word, Jervis kicked Edward out of his chair and onto the floor.
"I don't know about you, but that sure made my day," said Jervis. Edward stood up and glared at Jervis. Jervis shot out of his chair and ran out of the cafeteria with Edward hot on his heels.
Jonathan smirked. "Now that made my day. I'm surprised those two idiots didn't throw pies at each other and spray each other with seltzer water."
Becca laughed. "They would do all that just to make me laugh, huh?"
"Well, what do you expect in an asylum full of crazed convicts?"
She grinned. "That's just it; they're not acting like crazed convicts, they're acting like little kids."
"You were expecting something other than childish behavior?" he asked, looking mildly surprised. "Miss Thompson, if you think anyone in here acts like mature adults, think again."
"I kind of figured that out after The Joker put a whoopi cushion on the therapist's chair," she giggled.
Jervis and Edward were dragged back to the cafeteria table. Edward looked surprised when he saw her smiling.
"Becca's smiling again. Shocking, isn't it Tech?" he asked.
"Eddie, you had better wipe that smug smile off of your face before I smack it off. You didn't make me smile, Jonathan did."
Crane smirked at "Eddie" and couldn't help but feel a little smug as he realized he just did what everyone had been trying to do for a month.
As soon as dinner was over, everyone was escorted back to their cells. Becca felt better, so she decided to put her good mood to use. She backed up a few feet and ran at the glass door, hitting it and creating a rather loud and rather unpleasant noise.
"Ow, my arm!" she screamed. Jonathan was watching with interest from across the hall. Not even a minute later a guard came running to Becca's cell.
"What's all the noise down here?"
Becca looked up at him pitifully. "My arm, it hurts so badly! Please help me!"
The guard hesitated.
"Ow, I think it's broken! Please, I need your help!"
She gave him "the eyes" and he swiped his security card to open the door. He rushed in and knelt down to help Becca up. Almost immediately, she leapt up and delivered a kick to his head. He fell to the ground, out cold.
Becca smirked and took his security card and keys. "There's a sucker born every minute."
Without hesitation, Becca locked the guard in her own cell and walked across the hall to Crane's. She swiped the card and stood back as the door slid open. He just sat there, perplexed.
Becca sighed. "Come on already, before someone comes down to check on us!" she snapped impatiently.
"Why me?" he asked.
Becca smiled. "You made me laugh. Come on, We need to get Jervis."
"Why?"
She grinned. "You never know when you might need a mind control chip or two."
The two of them left to retrieve the Mad Hatter and then they were out of the building and in a stolen car before anyone found out they were gone.
"Are you sure you know how to drive?" asked a worried Crane.
"Relax; I got my license a month before I came here."
"You do realize that any criminal record makes a license unusable, right?"
"Yep. You boys need anything before we head to my place?"
"Your place?"
"Uh-huh, my Grandma's will said that when she died, her house would belong to me."
"When did she die?"
"Oh, she died when I was about fifteen or sixteen so three years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Jervis.
"Thanks. She would have loved you guys."
Becca pulled into a car dealership. She got out and switched the back and front license plates with ones from two random cars, and then she got back in and drove off.
"Okay, we need to find a Wal-Mart or something before we go too much further. Is there a Wal-Mart in Gotham?"
Jonathan and Jervis shrugged.
A minute later, Becca spotted one. "I should've known; these things are all over the country," she said with a hint of amusement. She parked the car in the almost deserted parking lot and turned off the engine.
"I swear, whoever left their keys in the ignition had my undying gratitude," she sighed. The three of them entered the store and went right to the clothes. Becca studied the boys and then went off on her own. Two minutes later, she came back with several pairs of jeans, sweats and T-shirts.
"Here, try these on."
While they did as they were told, Becca found clothes that she liked. Jervis exited the dressing room wearing a pear of Levi's jeans, Nike shoes, and a shirt that read "My imaginary friend thinks you need to be put in a mental hospital." Jonathan Came out wearing the same, except his shirt said "I have gone to find myself. If I get back before I return, keep me here!"
"Nice. So, how do I look?" asked Becca.
She wore black Reeboks, dark blue jeans, and a black T-shirt. The shirt hugged her shape nicely while the jeans clung to her hips.
"Not bad, not bad at all," said Jervis. Jonathan simply stared. Jervis nudged him.
"Y-you look nice," he mumbled.
Becca smiled. "Thanks. Come on, I still need some stuff before we leave. You guys like pancakes, right?"
They nodded.
"Good, because I am going to get some groceries, and tomorrow I will make you two my famous strawberry chocolate chip pancakes."
Becca found what she needed for pancakes, along with several future meals. They went through checkout and left the store without a single problem. Becca loaded the car and the three of them drove until they reached a small two story house on the outskirts of town.
Becca found a key under the doormat, unlocked the door and went inside.
"Well, this is it. Make yourselves at home."
Jonathan and Jervis examined the small house with interest. The living room had a small couch and a loveseat along the far wall. An old fashioned fire place was on the wall closest to the door. The kitchen had a fridge, a stove, a dishwasher, and cupboards lining the walls.
Becca finished putting up groceries and then turned to face the two villains.
"Okay, here's the deal. Crane, you can use the basement for your freaky experiments. Jervis, there's a room upstairs you can use for your weird microchip development, or whatever it is. There's a bathroom down this hall and a bedroom on either side. I always slept in the one upstairs when I was little, so that'll be my room. You two can figure out who gets what room. Just a thought, though; the room to the left of the bathroom has a longer bed, so Crane; you might want to use that one. Well, that's all I have to say. Have a good night, boys. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
With that, Becca went upstairs and out of sight. Jonathan shrugged and walked to the room Becca was talking about while Jervis took the other room.
Author's Note: I really need to log off and get some sleep. I have to wake up at six and it's already after midnight.