The cop opened the car door and slumped into the passenger seat. He handed his partner a steaming white Styrofoam cup and took a sip from him.

Albany watched the two talk. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be flicking through the newspaper. Her eyes turned to the apartment behind the car. She had decided to check out the apartment to see if there was any edible food inside and to grab Jerome some more clothes. It would save her the trouble of going into shops and no doubt be recognized. She expected to see GCPD units everywhere, but only one car sat in front of the apartment.

The car had been there all morning, watching. Every car that drove past, every person who walked by, nothing went untouched by the two in uniform. No doubt they were looking for two people in particular; Jerome and his missing doctor. It was clear they were not going to give up until they had the two in custody.

Albany had wondered if she could run to the front door. She shook the idea from her head when she had realized it was an utterly stupid idea. She was about to walk away when the driver's door opened.

The driver stepped out and stretched his arms out wide. He walked towards a cafe at the end of the street whilst whistling to himself.

Albany glanced back over to the car and saw the other officer looking down at an open newspaper. She decided to take the opportunity and began creeping towards the apartment's front door. Her eyes darted between the cafe's door and the officer in the car. She kept her distance from the car and walked behind a few thick trees lining the path. She took one last look at the two officers' locations, then darted to the door. She shoved the key in and begged for it to open.

Click.

She rushed inside and closed the door behind her, letting out the deep breath she had held in. She didn't want to waste any time and ran up the stairs. She froze when she came to the apartment's door. Yellow crime scene tape covered it and it was obvious it had been forced open. She took a step forward and placed her hand on the door. She pushed it a little and watched it swing open with ease. She looked into the room

The table was turned over along with a chair she once sat in. Everything had been ripped from the walls, even the cupboards. The small television set had been smashed and thrown to the floor. Ripped wires surrounded the television, the window next to it was covered by a white sheet. The carpet, which had been partially torn up, was scattered with a mixture of shattered glass, material, wood and rubbish. A dim glow of a UV light lay among the chaos, it illuminated dark spots in the room here and there.

Albany ducked under the yellow tape and stepped over what looked to be a chair. "Jerome is not going to be happy," she sighed. She headed towards the bedroom, stepping over the mixture of dangers on the floor. She saw the bedroom was in the same state as the other room.

The bed was turned over, sheets ripped. The lamp on the bedside cabinet was on the other side of the room along with a few ripped books. The carpet was also partially torn up. Another UV light lay next to a box of latex gloves and plastic bags. The weapons Jerome had once stashed under the bed and in his cupboard were gone.

She searched the floor and found a few items that looked to be clothes. Upon picking them up, she saw they were torn to shreds. She knew the apartment would be raided and searched, but she never imagined it would be so extreme. They really wanted to find the pair.

She rummaged through the whole apartment with speed she never knew she had. She had no idea if anyone was going to come up, what would she do if she was caught in Jerome's apartment? She had brought the gun with her, but she prayed she wouldn't have to use it. Not again. Eventually she found a shirt which had seemingly been missed. She shoved it in her bag and continued her search. She came across half a bottle of alcohol. With quick tinging she shoved it into the bag and grabbed a few of the ripped shirts from the floor, it would have to do. She took one look at the cupboards. She didn't need to search them, someone had done that for her and seen they were either empty or had spoiled food in. She spotted a water bottle and decided to fill it. She would have to find food somewhere else. Once she had found enough food for her and Jerome, she planned to leave Gotham. She had no idea where she was going to take Jerome, but the further away the better. She just needed enough food for the journey, she couldn't risk buying any in the next town across. She expected the search was not restricted to Gotham city alone. She wouldn't be able to buy anything until hey were far away from the city and could obtain some anonymity.

She crept out of the bomb site of an apartment and carefully pulled the door back to its original position. She walked down the stairs and found a window facing the front of the building. She peaked through the corner and saw an officer leaning against the car smoking. Her eyes searched for the other one.

A door opened.

Albany fell to the floor and crawled over to the winding stairs. She peeked down the center of the stairs and saw a uniformed man walking up the stairs. She shoved herself away from the banister and clasped her hand over her mouth. She glanced to her left. She couldn't go back into the apartment. She turned to her right. A quiet corridor with two doors on each side. It was her only chance. She scurried to the windows at the end of the corridor, staying as low as she could. She felt a mixture of fear and adrenaline kick in, the same feeling she had the night of the escape. She squeezed her eyes shut and ran numerous ideas through her head. She turned and looked up at the window. She pulled herself up and looked out of it. It was high, very high. There was nothing to break her fall. A noise came from behind her, a door opening. She turned around and saw a middle aged woman walking to the stairs. She looked at the door, the woman had left it open. The brunette slipped into the apartment, closing the door softly behind her and flicked the lock. She looked around, no one else was in the room. She ran to the kitchen and ripped open a cupboard. She grabbed a number of food packets and shoved them into her bag, not caring what they were. She spotted a green first aid box on a shelf. She jumped up and grabbed it, throwing it into the bag also.

The door handle shook.

Albany looked at the window.

The handle shook again, along with a bang on the door.

Albany lifted the window open and looked down. She smiled with a huge sigh of relief when she saw it was a fire escape. She clambered out of the window and dropped onto the ledge. She slide the window shut and ran down the steps, her shoes clunking against the metal steps. She reached the bottom and looked to the left of the alleyway. There was no way she could run past the officers now they were possibly alerted. She turned to her left and began to run as fast as she could. She could feel her chest aching, her lungs burning from her heavy breathing. Her legs were beginning to feel the strain of her sprint, but she refused to stop. She didn't know how far she had run or where she was running to, she just ran. She glanced back over her shoulder to check she wasn't being followed.

Albany felt an impact on her chest. She rolled over the front of something solid and landed on the floor with a thud. Pain surged through her arm and head. She opened her eyes, everything was blurry. She saw something black and round, a wheel.

A figure towered above her.

She blinked a few times to try to correct her vision. She heard a voice.

"You've been a bad girl, Albany Lux."

Everything went black.