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I just thought I should put this:

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own batman, I wish I did. The only thing I own are my characters and my Oc. That's it.

P.S HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN! :D (I'm was joker! Isn't that ironic!)


When Joker and I got back to our cells, every other cell around us was occupied. Johnathon stared at my mask confused, and I just gave him a excited wave. He just rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was doing, which seemed to be staring at a wall. How fun.

"See ya later, doll face." Joker said grinning to me, then walking into the cell, where the guard shut the door roughly. Then the guard grabbed me and pulled me over to my cell. He pulled out a key and unlocked my shackles and mask. I smiled sadistically at him, once it was off.

"You know it's really hard to breathe in there." I said. The guard just merely nodded before leaving my cell shutting the door behind him. I walked over to my bed until I heard a loud clacking noise, coming from underneath me. I looked down, lifting up my foot to see a lonely, bloody nail on the floor. Giggling to myself I squatted next to it, picking it up from the floor and wiping the blood off of it with my blanket.

So sharp and long. A laugh escaped my lips as a plan formed in my mind. I placed nail underneath my shirt in my bra, for safe keepings.

"Lights Out!"

A sigh escaped my lips. I wasn't tired at all, so I just sat on the floor leaning against the bed, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The whole I stayed awake thinking of a plan, that all began with my bloody fingernail.


"What are you doing on the floor!"

"Wake up."

"Come sweetie wake up."

"Are you having a problem waking her up Miss?"

"Clearly yes, but I do not need your help."

"Hey wake up!" I grumbled as I was shook roughly.

"Stop it..before the ninja turtles come to kick yo ass.." I said quietly.

"Dear God." one of the people said.

"Yes?" I replied opening my eyes laughing. I saw the guard from yesterday standing before me angry and Eve standing behind him with a small smile. Cursing things under his breath the guard left. Eve looked at me and smiled.

"Come on. It's shower time." she said sweetly to me. I smiled back noticing that other nurses and guards where waking the inmates around me. I'm actually not gonna be late this time. Insert Smiley Face Here ~ :)

I stood up next to Eve, stretching. "What's up homie? I didn't see you yesterday." I said peering over at her. She nodded her head and gently grabbed my arm, pulling my out of my cell.

"Yes, sorry about that I was sick." She said, as we walked in the direction I believe the showers where.

"Ah, well I hope it's noting to serious. I mean seriously what would I do if I lost my precious Eve." I said giggling and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She just let out a small laugh and handed me my showering supplies, new set of clothes soap and hair products.

"Shank you." I said, grinning. Once again we stopped at the female shower door. Eve pushed me in, and I almost covered my eyes at what my eyes beheld. Naked women, everywhere!

"Yummyyyy.." I muttered to my self sarcastically. I quickly walked over to an shower head that currently wasn't being occupied.

As fast as my muscles could possibly work I washed my hair and body, changed into my clothes and fast walked out of the showers attempting to not get my new uniform wet.

Once I was back in the hallway, Eve started dragging me to my group therapy room.

"Do we only eat food every couple of days?" I asked, realizing I didn't eat yesterday.

"No? We eat every single day? Why?" She asked looking up at me.

"Well because I didn't eat yesterday." I replied smiling sheepishly.

A growl rumbled in her chest and a chuckle escaped my my throat. "Whoa! Who let the demon out!" I said laughing, but Eve didn't seem to join me, in fact she glared at me.

"This is not funny, Star. You are suppose to be feed properly. I will have the security's ass for this." She said under her shaky breath.

"Holy Crap! I have never heard you curse! ...Right...?" I replied, lifting a finger to my lower lip confused. Eve looked at me, chuckling under her breath.

"Come On." She said dragging me faster to my therapy room.

"We're going on a trip, in our favorite rocket ship! Zooming through the sky! Little-" Eve covered my mouth with her small frail hand. "Stop." She said simply a small smile etched on her face.

"We're here." She then pushed me inside the door were my, beloved, doctor lay.

"Ah Mrs. Star, I see you're actually on time today. Before everyone else." Mr. Mills said looking up at me before writing something in his notebook. "Have a seat."

I walked over to a chair that was directly in front of him and looked around the room. Mmmmh no guards... I thought to myself as the corners of my lips lifted up in a grin.

"You know, Doc, right now is a perfect time to test out my plan. Only I don't know how much time I have until other people get in here." I said looking at him mischievously. He just stared at me, a look of fear painted his face. "...I guess I'll try anyway."

Narrator's P.O.V

In a blink of an eye Star grabbed a chair and slide it underneath the door handle to the only door in the room, so that no one could get in and turned off the lights. A single light stayed on, for it was connected to a different switch. It was swinging back and forth, but no matter where it's light brightened, Star was no where in sight.

Mr. Mills stood from his chair, almost tripping over it, afraid to turn away from the room. He looked around frantically, slowly walking backwards. A swelling in his chest, twisted and turned as giggles filled the room, as well as his ears.

His breath sped up and he shut his eyes tightly before snapping them back open. A humming rang from somewhere unknown, tuning a familiar lullaby.

Mr. Mills almost cried as his back hit the wall of the room, he pressed his hand against his chest, it was getting harder to breath.

"Twinkle...Twinkle..Little Star..."

The light shined on Mr. Mills face before stopping in the middle of the room, where a little circle of light was. But everything else was consumed by darkness.

"How..I Wonder...What...Your Are.." The voice seemed closer now.

"Please don't kill me!" Mr. Mills cried out. " I don't want to die!" He begged.

He held his breath as footsteps shuffled near him. Using the wall as guidance he walked quietly down the wall, until he reached the corner of the room.

"Up Above..The World...Sooo High..."

Tears fell slowly down, Mills' cheeks as he leaned against the corner of the wall sliding down to the floor.

"Like A Diamond...In The Sky..."

Mills stared into the light that seemed so far away from him, trying to calm down his breathing. He looked once again around the room to see if he could stop the menacing woman, but through the darkness he couldn't even see his hand in front of his own face.

"When The..Blazing..Sun..Is Gone."

"Then..The Nothing...Shines Upon..." The string holding the only light in the room broke and the light went out, falling to the floor with a thud and shatter.

Mr. Mills leaned hard against the wall behind him. Fear coursed through his body. His eyes widened attempting to see something, anything through the pitch black room.

His chest tightened even more, as his own fear and anger made him yell out words he would soon regret, "Leave me alone! You here me, you Bitch! Leave me alone."

It grew very quiet.

Men fear silence as they fear solitude, because both give them a glimpse of the terror of life's nothingness.

A small bony hand laid on Mills' right cheek, pulling him towards an unknown force. Mills was frozen with fear. The hand rubbed his cheeks softly. He felt lips lay right next to his ear.

And he wonder if this, thing, this, demon, could hear his own beating heart that pounded against his chest furiously.

"I found you."

Screams erupting from Mills throat bounced against the room walls, so loud that no one inside the room could hear the banging against the door from guards trying to get in.

And little did Mills know, that a tiny, little, bloody fingernail will cause his slow, painful death.