I spat on the grass to rid of the blood that keeps pooling in my mouth due to Jared's punch. I shrugged off my coat once I was away from Jared to hide any evidence of blood. I used it to wipe away his blood off my face. I am sure blood tinted my skin. It wouldn't come off till I have a proper shower. People glanced their way towards me but I ignored them. I need to get home or at least to the asylum. Not sure how but I need to let off steam without hurting Joker's plan. Despite for his love for me, I know if I ruin his plan he will kill me. My heels clicked against the stone pavement. A hand grabbed my bicep and I instantly went for the beretta but didn't pull it out as I am surrounded by people. My eyes widened to the person. The person's eyes are equally widened. Words breathed out of her, "Madeline..."

I tried to shrug off my sister's hand but it tightened. I demanded, "Let go, Vanessa."

Vanessa shifted her bag before she started to drag me down the street away from onlookers. My hand let go of the beretta that rested on my waistband in the back. Luckily the coat that was hanging off my shoulder hid it for the most part. She pulled me into a store to act like we are on a shopping spree. Vanessa let go of my bicep before looking at a rack of clothes. I stood there where she left me to look at the clothes. I stared at her, "What are you doing here?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes, "I do live in Gotham and this is the shopping district. I needed to get Charlie some clothes. He starts school soon."

An ache started to form at the bottom of my heart. I looked away to the windows seeing some families with their children. Vanessa stopped looking noticing her sister didn't say anything. She sighed, "Look I'm sorry I brought it up but I would think that you'd be a little over it."

My lip twitched in irritation. I ran a hand through my hair. I spoke lowly, "How'd you feel if your little Charlie were to die in front of you while you were raped?"

Vanessa huffed, "Hey! That is uncalled for."

I snapped my head towards her. Glaring I took a step closer to her leaning against the rack, "What you said was uncalled for. Maybe you need to step out of your little perfect world and actually see things the way I see them."

Vanessa studied her sister with her mouth agape. Out of anger, Vanessa moved the hangers quickly and hard pinching my fingers. I hissed moving my fingers away. My sister ignored the hiss and glare. She spoke, "Where have you been this past year? You've changed."

I adjusted my coat hiding the red spots on it as well as the beretta. I spoke slowly, "It's. None. Of. Your. Business."

My little sister huffed before going to another rack. I watched her swift through more clothes for her son. Taking a few off the rack putting it over her arm while she continued. She spoke up, "I think you didn't change for the better, you know? You are more... hostile towards me."

I rolled my eyes, "Well you did catch me at a bad time."

Vanessa stopped looking over at me. She noticed the cut on my cheekbone, "What happened to you?"

I noticed where she was staring at and moved my hair to hide the cut a bit, "Nothing."

Vanessa walked over to me before grabbing my chin to turn it to get a good look at it. I pushed her hand away but her eyes widened at the cut by how long it was and how it is slightly deeper in the middle. She brought her voice low to ensure no one heard her, "Did Jack find you? Did he do this to you!?"

I sneered as a lie rolled off my tongue, "No I didn't find Jack. No one did this, Vanessa. Stop insinuating that someone did this. Like I said it's none of your business."

She glanced down seeing my name etched in the white coat. Her eyes met mine, "You are working at the Asylum again. I told you that is a bad place to work."

I took a deep breath before I do something I regret to my little sister. I tried to get my voice controlled, "Unlike you, my line of work actually makes sense."

Vanessa turned her heel to look back at the racks, "My job is normal. Yours isn't. Who wants to go inside a criminal's head?"

This happened as well before I was kidnapped. She would put down my line of work and think hers is a lot better. All because she is the secretary for Bruce Wayne. He gives her bonuses during the holidays. My eyes flicked towards her rose colored pipina shoes from Louboutin. I do not want to know how much that costs. My sister prefers to live on the down low with her home and some things but her outfits are what is packing the money. I answered for her, "I find it intriguing. I like to know what makes them tick and know why they did the things they did. Unlike you who is having an affair with the multi-millionaire of Gotham. Does your husband know about that? Is Charlie really your husband's kid?"

Low blows but I am defending myself. She will be brought down to my level. Vanessa turned around quickly. She pointed a finger at my face speaking lowly, "I am not having an affair with Mr. Wayne."

I rolled my eyes pulling on my long sleeve blouse, "At least I know my child was Jack's. You know you tried to help me after I came to your door but you pushed me out by your husband's words. Are you that afraid of him that he would leave you and not his child? You really should tell Mr. Wayne he has a bastard son out there. I am sure that would go wonderfully since you hid it from him for 5 years."

Vanessa's mouth went agape. I moved my white coat to my other shoulder. I knew I got to her. I smirked, "Well it was nice talking to you baby sister but I really got to go. Thanks for lifting up my mood. I appreciate it. Now I have a 5 O'clock appointment with one of my patients. You should really work on your people skills."

I turned my heel heading back to the streets. I could hear her muffled frustrated scream. My smirk widened. Don't mess with fire, baby sister or you'll get burned.