Here it is then, the dramatic conclusion... or just conclusion. Hope you like this chapter, i've loved writing it!

Arkham's Angel- It really is a small world, hope you like this chapter.

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With that done on with the chapter!

CHAPTER REVISED

The door creaked open and Alice soon regretted not putting the chain on… The Mad Hatter was in her apartment. His criminal costume was as she suspected, a giant blue hat with a 10/6 card stuck lopsided. His giant coat was tinged blue with a decaying brown; his hands were hidden by grey gloves instead of their dazzling white. He once was a remarkable sight but time and insanity had taken his handsome appearance and turned it into stuff of nightmares. At first, he merely stared as Alice edged herself from the sofa and began to tiptoe around him, trying to reach the safety of her bedroom. His smile wide with excitement, much like the smile he had worn when they had first met, that moment felt like twenty years ago. The smile frightened Alice more than anything she had ever seen, not even Crane's fear toxin could show her worse. She knew that that smile would disappear soon and she knew what followed. Memories of the stories about Hatter's Alice's filled her mind, the number of Alice's were making her anxious…Twenty-five. Twenty-five girls with blonde hair had been victims of Hatter's insanity, all met a bloody end, would Alice soon follow? Her lifeless body found on the apartment's floorboards, dark blood gushing out of wounds from torturous weapons. Would Alice McGuiness be girl twenty-six? Not without a fight, she would not bow to death; she would rather die fighting then die a coward.

Alice woke from her dazed state and hadn't realized how close she was to her bedroom door, or that Hatter was still staring at her. His eyes glowed with crazed happiness, and then just as Alice naïvely reached for the doorknob the inevitable happened… Hatter's smile faltered into a frown. His eyebrows sank down until they nearly touched his long eyelashes, he took one look at her hand and his whole demeanour changed. His eyes flashed with loathing like Alice had never seen, it was enough to make a minor squeak leave her mouth. His hands began to shake by his side and he began to speak with a voice much like a kidnapper would, when they bribe a child.

'What are you doing Alice? No, you are not my Alice; my Alice would never try to hide from me. What have you done with my Alice you wicked girl? You nasty little thing, you know where my Alice is don't you… Tell me where my sweat Alice is.' His voice made the whole room spin, Alice tried to speak but her voice betrayed her. He began to skip towards her, every foot made a floorboard creak. She used her quick reflexes to open the door and close it in record time; however, there wasn't a lock on the door. Alice looked around frantically and saw nothing that she could prop against it; she pushed her whole weight against the door. She just needed to slow Hatter down, Alistair would know that Hatter would come after her and would alert someone, the police if he had to. Three heavy knocks came from the other side of the door; Alice closed her eyes as the room began to spin again.

'Come out you wicked girl and tell me where Alice is!' Alice opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced words out of her mouth.

'H-Hatter it's me, j-just think.' Her voice was below a whisper.

I need more time…I need more time!

'You are not my Alice! My Alice has long hair and wears blue dresses, you nasty girl!' The door began to creak under the pressure of Hatter's knocks, with one giant push Alice was catapulted halfway across the room; she landed ungracefully on her side. Her head throbbed and was forced once again to close her eyes; footsteps came towards her from the darkness. Breathing became an issue as panic took over her already damaged senses; the footsteps were slow, almost teasing her. With what little energy she had left, Alice looked up to meet Hatter's hateful gaze and a single tear fell from her left eye.

'Please Hatter; I don't know where your Alice is.' All that time she thought she was brave and would be able to handle the thought of death. Yet here she was, crying, this was the end and she was acting like a coward. Hatter's dagger like gaze softened for what was equivalent to half a second, then hardened once again. He walked out the room, leaving Alice shaking on the floor. Her expression became one of surprise and her breathing was levelling out, she forced herself into a crouched position, then stood with a drunken sway. Her quivering hand rested on her heart as its pace slowed to a natural rhythm, the rhythm soon picked up again as Alice stared at the doorway. Hatter hadn't left the apartment, instead he stood with a kitchen knife in his fingers. He seemed to play with it in his hands, turning it over to inspect the other side every few seconds. Alice's eyes widened as she stared at the knife, she would have laughed if she wasn't struggling to breathe.

A kitchen knife…how ironic, Maybe there is such a thing as karma.

'Tell me where my sweet Alice is, tell me or I'll have to draw on you.' The threat came out as a snarl, Alice stepped backwards until she felt the cold wall down her spine, he moved towards her agonizingly slowly, as if it was just another game. She used her fingers as eyes as she felt for an object that could be used as a weapon, nothing. Panic flamed in her blood, she was not going to be murdered by a kitchen knife, she wasn't. He was in striking distance but so was Alice, her hand bawled into a fist and swung at him, connecting with his jaw. He stumbled backwards but didn't drop the knife, with him in a daze Alice ran to the door, she was in arm's length of freedom. A deep pain boiled near her abdomen. Her scream shattered Hatter's eardrums but he didn't let the knife slip from her skin, he twisted it to the right and she scream even louder.

Hush little girl, don't say a word

Hatter's going to kill you and the whole damn world

Her foot stamped on his and his grip on the knife faltered and she was able to pull it out, fresh blood dripped off the stainless steel. Her breathing came out as choked gargling sounds and she fell against the wall, her shirt was already beginning to stain with red from the wound. He was panting, but gave her another loathing glare.

'Tell me where my Alice is; I need to see my Alice.' The pain was becoming unbearable, she did the only thing she could, her hand pressed itself over the wound and her face turned pale from the afflictive pain. She stared at him; darkness appeared at the edge of her eyesight.

'Is this what you did to all the other Alice's…you stabbed them until their perfect blue dresses stained red? How many screams did it take before the final silence? You Jervis Tetch are a monster… you murder teenagers because you are lonely. And to think… I pitied you.' She spat the last word out for emphasis, anger filled her remaining blood, and if she was going to die, she wanted a clear conscience. 'Mark my words Jervis Tetch; I will be your last victim because I will not let you hurt anyone else. I'll come back and haunt you if I have to, I don't care if I don't believe in ghosts because I will be your demon.' She couldn't say anything else, her face pale, her eyes glazed. Alice had a job to do, she would follow Hatter after death and stop him from hurting anyone else, and for once in her life, she had a reasonable plan. His hands rose to his face and he claw at his skin.

'No, no ,no ,no, no! I didn't k-kill them, I d-didn't make them stain red. Oh where is my Alice, please tell me nasty girl.' He moaned behind his hands, they began to drop down slowly and Hatter's devilish eyes met Alice's blue ones. They were struggling to stay open just as Hatter came towards her, hate glowing in his eyes.

'Ya get away from Alice Hatter!'

Hang on…I know that voice.

Alice watched as Hatter hit the wall on the right and lay on his back, unconscious. She could see in her peripheral vision, a gigantic red hammer and a terrified Harley Quinn staring at her. Alice forced a small smile to appear on her face as she saw Harley's blonde ponytails.

'You would not believe how happy I am to see you Harley.' A small laugh escaped her cracked lips, a heavy cough followed.

'Don't go dyin on us now Alice.'

'Us?'

'Do you really think I would let Harley Quinn come in here with a giant hammer without supervision?' The form of Alistair Williams came into Alice's vision; his face had a small smile pressed onto its features. He moved Alice's hand from her wound and gently put a damp cloth on it. The sting of the damp material made her hiss; he whispered a small apology. Alice let her hand rest on his as he put pressure on the wound, his eyes twitched from her face to her hand.

'You work with the most dangerous lunatics in Gotham, been hit over the head by The Scarecrow. You work for the biggest Monkey in the world…and you're scared of a girl holding your hand?'

'I'm only scared because I know what you can do if someone pisses you off. Anyway I thought you liked Crane.' Alice smiled once again, sweat dripped from her face.

'Yeah as a friend or a brother, for one he's way older than me and two his lectures always bore me to death. Scarecrow wouldn't last five minutes either; he would have a fork stuck up his skinny ass.'

'You really have picked up on the American vocabulary haven't you?' Alice tried to answer back but yelped instead as the cloth sunk deeper into the wound; blood poured down her shirt and began to drip onto the wooden floorboards. Alistair moved his hand from Alice's iron grip and left the room, only reappearing seconds later with another cloth. Harley kept a close eye on Hatter but was still able to chatter nonstop, mostly about how Alistair and Alice looked cute together. Her giant hammer was poised and was ready if Hatter decided to wake up, it wasn't long until a flapping sound came from the window and a dark figure appeared in the doorway. The Batman analysed the scene and noticed Harley first, Harley gave him a glare that simply meant 'you try to take my hammer, your dead'. He ignored her and crouched by Alice who wasn't exactly pleased to see him, he had beaten the crap out of all her friends in Arkham, he was an enemy.

'We need to get you to a hospital and fast.' His throat was croaky and it was nearly impossible to understand him, Alice glared before she spoke.

'Oh no, I'm not gonna become a rag doll and be thrown around the rooftops of Gotham. I'd rather take my chances and let Harley drive Alistair's car.' Alistair looked up at that with a scowl, his classic car being driven by a lunatic and a woman. Even the Batman gave her a look which was the only change from his straight features (men are so sexist). Alice just raised a sweat-dripped eyebrow and turned to Harley who had a giant smile on her face, the hammer still gripped with claw fingers.

'Harley, can you actually drive?'

'Cause I can! What do ya take me for, a blonde bimbo?'

'That settles it then, Alistair give her the keys and Batman?' The Batman huffed at Alice's commanding voice.

'Please can you take Mr Tetch to Arkham Asylum, make sure his straight jacket is so tight he can only let out small breathes.' The Batman grunted and walked over to the unconscious Mad Hatter, picking him up carelessly. As The Batman walked passed Alice to the door, she could hear Hatter muttering 'Alice'. She rested her head on the wall and closed her eyes, wishing the room would stop spinning.

(The next day)

Alice opened one eye; the room was a blur so she had to open both of them and was met with glistening white walls. The woollen blankets must have been changed, as they were now white instead of their earlier red. Alice could hear the monitors beep every few seconds and soon a glorious headache made her groan. She forced herself to sit upright and removed the blanket to inspect her abdomen, a layer of bandages covered the wound and Alice was sure that there were stitches. The pain had subsided though she remembered the agonizing pain quite clearly; she also remembered Harley's driving. Alice knew as soon as Harley started the car, that she should have asked 'are you a good driver?' Most of the journey was a blur of headlights and a lot of stomach churning corners; it was a good thing Alice was pale before the journey. A shiver broke Alice's concentration so she pulled the blanket back over her body; a plump nurse strode in at that exact moment.

'So how is the patient today? You look a lot better then you did last night, all the doctors thought you weren't going to make it. Well it looks like you have some admirers; I wonder how they got in here without being spotted.' The nurse tsked just as Alice looked over her shoulder and saw loads of small presents on the table next to her bed. The one that stood out the most was a large venous flytrap; a small note was attached to it. Alice maneuvered herself so she could grab it and denied help from the nurse; the nurse crossed her arms as she watched Alice read the note.

I thought your room needed something natural, you had better water him or I'll be having words with you. Get well soon Alice and if you ever want a girly chat about you know who, ask a plant and I'll come to see you.

Ivy xx

A smile appeared on Alice's face, the fact that she was stabbed last night gone from her thoughts. Trust Ivy to find out about Alistair, more likely it was Harley that told her. Alice looked up at the nurse and saw a smile appear on her face, though a questioning eyebrow was on her features.

'I've never been good with plants; you could call me the plant killer. It seems that many of the criminals have left a gift; I hope The Joker hasn't left a bomb, We've only just rebuilt the hospital.' The smile on the nurse's face fades as the criminals are mentioned and Alice desperately wants to argue their case, but words don't seem to enter her mind. 'I'll leave you to open your presents, I was just coming to see whether you were awake.' She turned to leave with a solemn expression on her facial features.

'They're not that bad once you get to know them, they 'cured' me, if it wasn't for them I would still be in Arkham. There misunderstood and only a few people understand them, people like me.' The nurse turned to look at Alice's stern face and saw there was no arguing with her, the girl was adamant that there was good in the insane criminals.

'If you say so, but tell me this. Could you forgive The Mad Hatter? Could you forgive him for attempted murder?' Alice opened her mouth, and then closed it, her eyes softened as she remembered the night before. She looked straight into the nurse's green eyes and spoke with a tenacious voice.

'Yes, I could and do forgive him… He was only looking for his Alice.' The nurse sighed and left the room without another word, Alice looked at the presents again and something brown caught her eye. She climbed out of the bed and limped over to the table while holding her stomach; she picked up the object and smiled at it. A toy scarecrow looked at her through black button eyes, a noose hung from its thin neck like a necklace. The crème coloured shirt was shredded, the collar was a dark brown and a plastic scythe was stitched into one of the scarecrow's claw like hands. A single sentence was written in delicate writing on a note attached to the scarecrow; Alice lifted the note off and read with a laugh bubbling in her throat.

Scarecrow sends his fear, get well soon Alice McGuiness.

Dr Crane

Alice held the scarecrow close to her chest and exhaled loudly, nothing could ruin this moment, she was alive and The Mad Hatter was locked tight in Arkham Asylum. Crane was surviving his time in Blackgate and Harley was good at driving through red lights. Nothing could ruin this moment, not one single thing.

'Miss McGuiness?' Alice dropped the toy scarecrow and turned to face a tired looking old man.

'Commissioner Gordon, I didn't expect to see you.'

'I just came to see how you were fairing. I've had to walk into many women's apartments and found them stabbed, a toy rabbit in their hand usually. That was exceptionally brave what you did, so I come here with a question… is that a Rubik's cube?' Commissioner Gordon motioned his head to a rather worn out Rubik's cube. In addition, what appeared to be notebook, full of riddles no doubt?

'If Touchy Eddie thinks I'm figuring out all those damn riddles he can think again. That's what I used to call The Riddler to annoy him.' Alice added the last part as Gordon stared at her with his mouth slightly open, he nodded stiffly.

'As I was saying I came with a question… You seem to keep the rogues and other inmates in line so… would you like to work as a nurse at the asylum?' Alice stared with an expression of pure horror, most of the rogues were fine she didn't mind them, but she would be a nurse. Alice hated the nurses especially as most of them were men and gave her disgusted looks, now here she was being asked to become a nurse by Commissioner Gordon so she couldn't exactly say no.

'Well do you want the job?' Alice stared into the Commissioner's pleading eyes.

'I don't have any qualifications.'

'Oh that won't matter, the job you'll be doing mostly is sitting with them in the rec room and helping the doctors in the medical ward.'

'Well then, I guess I could give it a go.'

'I'll tell Dr Arkham tomorrow then, he'll be pleased to hear that he has to put up with you again.'

'Yes he'll love that.'

The moment…ruined.

Alice doesn't die! i was thinking of killing her then decided against it, Thanks to everyone for reading this as this story has defiantly made me a better writer, oh forgot to mention 2'000 views nearing 3'000! thank you with a cherry on top. Hopefully i'll be writing another story again soon, but i have started others that you can see on my profile so any doctor who or Loki fans there you go. bye for now, pls review!

QUESTION TIME! ok so i'm thinking of doing a sequel and i want to know wherther its a good idea or not so im asking your opinions thank you!