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"Everything is fine now
Let sleeping dogs lay
All our minds made up now
All our beds are made
No one's out of time, no
Chips fall wherever they may
Leave it all behind, let the ocean wash it away"

Lana Del Rey - "Religion"

My finger tips grazed the walls as I slowly swayed my way

out into the ballroom. Even though my body was on fire, I felt nothing. It was as if someone had poured a liquefier down my throat, turning my organs to mush. In my head I defied all gravity, floating through time and space. Yet somehow my bare feet managed to touch the stage.

I could still smell it, the pungency of blood. Staring out into the sea of bodies reminded me how quickly your life can be taken from you and that everything we did seemed so insignificant. Nothing really mattered anymore.

I carefully took the side steps down catching a small group of people in front of the stage. In the center of them was the mad clown himself, his purple, fitted blazer a beacon amongst all the burgundy hues. Harley had her arms secured around his, eyeing me intensely.

"Well, well, well." She smacked her lips loudly. "Look what the cat dragged in, an insect."

His head turned to the side to follow her line of sight to my monotone expression. A hint of irritation flashed over him before he smirked. "An insect indeed, Harls." He patted her on the head like a child, turning to face me. "You know, this place really is a mess and with your new found free time we were just discussing how we should invest in a cleaning lady."

They all laughed, finding his attacks amusing. My fists clenched but I felt no rage. He could be petty all he wished, however it didn't erase what happened behind closed doors. I could sense he wanted me to keep my mouth shut and for Harley's sake, I would. Although I had a sneaking suspicion she was already quite aware.

It may have been the way her hands held onto his forearm for dear life or the distasteful face she made whenever she looked at me or the snarky comment when I had entered the room. Before any of this, Harley was all giggles and smiles. She knew what I knew, of course. We were bound by some unbeknownst loyalty one way or the next. We couldn't say anything directly.

Not yet.

I let my feet meet the flooring of the grand ballroom. From here on out, what was once beautiful tile drowned within the copious amounts of crimson. Everyone's eyes were glaring at my presence. I didn't laugh at his joke, again.

The Joker egged me on. "Aw, come on. Afraid of a little blood?"

They all chuckled again like a bunch of school kids bullying the weak. I didn't care though, my focus was on something they hadn't noticed. In the corners of the ceiling a rather large rodent took residence, crawling our way.

"No." I continued my bare footed walk into the red liquid. It felt goopy between my toes. Joker rolled his jaw in annoyance at my lack of enthusiasm. I stopped myself a few feet away from his ridged form. Harley bared a scowl.

My eyes met the clown's for a moment before panning back up to the intruder hanging from the ceiling. "You're right, this ship certainly needs a cleaning lady. Such large bats you have."

Everyone froze in an instant, trying to comprehend what I was saying. I had never seen Joker's eyes so wide as the gears clicked into place. He made a split decision to push Harley out of the way while pointing a gun at Batman, shouting, "Fire!"

A hail storm of bullets fired out at the bat as he dodged them to jump down behind the bar. I remained perfectly still, watching these events unfold. The Joker gritted his silver caps before bursting into a manic chortle, "Oh Bats! You just can't stay away!" He reloaded his weapon. "I'm beginning to think you have quite the crush.'

"Stupid Bats!" Harley sloshed up from the pool of red, her dress absolutely filthy. "I liked this dress!"

Batman took this opportunity to throw a few batarangs towards Joker's group. He managed to knock out a few henchmen before blindsiding everyone with a flash bang. I gripped the sides of my head in pain. I could barely make out the squealing coming from a few feet in front of me.

As I stumbled further away, clutching onto a wall, I witness shapes and shadows dancing about the feathery smoke. Another gun shot fired. Another thud to the floor.

If it wasn't Joker causing chaos, it was Batman.

Harley's voice suddenly rang out in giggles, "Got'cha Batsy!"

I inched closer to try to configure the scene before me. From what I could tell, the clown and the bat were amidst a violent struggle when the blonde grabbed a gun and knocked Batman over the head with it. She had it cocked now, pointing it at his mouth.

"He never smiles, Mistah J." She briefly complained but then perked up. "Let's turn that frown upside down!"

"No way, freak!" Another bat swooped from the chandeliers, tackling Harley back into the ground. I could almost swear that I recognized the blonde that protruded from the bat's cap.

I heard the Clown Prince grumble, "Eck, as if one bat wasn't enough."

"Hey!" Harley shouted in a hoarse tone. "Didn't ya mother ever teach you it's not nice to call people names!" She was fighting for control of the gun with Batgirl.

"I think being called names is the least of your worries, Quinn." She gave the clown girl a good punch to the face. Harley just laughed, unfazed.

Joker reached for another discarded weapon before standing and shooting at Batgirl's tinging of the reverberation the bullets made had the girl bat rolling away from Harley. Which the insane girl kept giggling even as the silver pellets nearly skimmed her skin. The green haired man showed no concern at all for her well being. Just kill the bats.

A shadow loomed over me as I continued watching the brawl, unsure of what to do. The corner of my eye caught a similar height figure extending an arm to me.

"Olive, this is only going to get ugly. I can get you to safety before that happens." It was Batgirl…and someone else I recognized. "You've been through a lot."

"D-Debra?" I stammered.

A genuine grin spread across her face. "As you know me, yes."

Ah, of course, heroes can't reveal their true identity. More lies on top of lies. I shied away from her, my trust questioning. She gave me a funny look. "Olive, what's the matter?"

Her hand reached for me further. I physically backed up towards the stairs. The quizzical look on her face transformed to concern. "Miss Pendragon?"

I clenched my teeth before speaking, "Must be nice knowing my entire name before I know yours."

"What?" She let her arm drop.

This entire time, from the moment I left my dressing room, I had felt absolutely nothing. Then in an instant, all of the fury bubbling up inside me surfaced. The pain, the rage, the guilt. All of the things I had done and still had left to do. I let myself get caught up with all of the details never acknowledging what was always there. Why I seemed to circle back to the same conclusion.

My fingers slid down my thighs as I beamed at her brightly. "I'm no longer undecided, Debra."

Her blue eyes muddled with uncertainty. "I don't understand."

"I'm worse." My chest tightened. "I seem to have no morals." Just then, my blade came up brisk, slicing her upper arm. She fumbled backwards in shock.

"Have you lost your mind?!" She shouted, holding her arm.

I slashed at her again, catching her cheek. Nothing she said registered to me. I was only seeing red. I kicked her in the stomach and watched her keel over. Something about beating the dog while it's down enthralled me. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I looped my arm around her neck and lifted her chin to expose her neck. Holding the blade to it, I dragged her through a wide side entrance that led to the deck railing. The salt air hitting my face reassured me there was no other way.

"Ggh, stop this!" She struggled to say.

I wasn't paying attention to her pleas as my eyes fixated on the three lively ones inside. "Hey!" I hollered but no one paid me no mind. So I yelled with gusto. "Hey! Bats!"

All of their focus turned towards me. I could sense confusion settle into each one of their features. I pressed the knife closer to her flesh. She winced. "Listen up, party crasher! It's him or the lady bat!"

Batman's visage appeared thrown off as he watched me lean her face into the bars. The Joker was obviously quite pleased with my aggressive display. Harley seemed torn.

"Olive," Batman said in a calm voice, stepping to me. "you don't have to do this. Whatever The Joker's done, whatever he has on you, I promise-"

"No," I gave the gruff man a sad smile. "it's always been destined this way."

I plunged the blade in and out of her right shoulder before tossing her over board. The bat ran to dive after her as they hit the cold waves, both disappearing under the rough current. I watched for a few seconds as the air bubbles began to dissipate. A slow clap formed behind me.

I tilted my head in Joker's direction. His grin still wide. "I think you've just earned yourself a promotion."

He started to cackle when I looked back over the railing. There was nothing but ocean surrounding us. In the distance a storm was brewing. It had kicked up the waves, sending them crashing against the sides of the ship. I wasn't all too sure how Batman and Batgirl would survive the hectic sea but if they did, there had to be another plan.

I felt a breath trickle down my shoulder as Joker's face came into view. I met his blue hues. "I've always got a plan." He reminded me, winking, almost as if he read my mind. He reeked of the blood he was soaked in.

The clown pulled away to bring his attention back to Harley who had her hand on her hip sulking partially. Her eyes narrowing towards me. Mister J drooped an arm casually over her shoulder. "What do you say, Harls? We'll give 'em the real show!" He held out a device with a cartoonish red button. "You can even press the button."

Her entire demeanor lit up as she gasped, "Oh Puddin', can I really?" She reached for it with eager hands.

He jerked it away from her, leering, "Not yet! You wanna blow us sky high?!"

She threw a tantrum like a child, stomping her foot. "But you just said I could press it, J!"

I could see they were going to bicker and I was in no mood. I interrupted the spat loudly, "What's the next part of the plan?"

Harley did not look grateful for the intervention, but J did. His famous grin returning. "Well I'm glad you asked, Chrysalis!" His tattooed hand gestured upwards to a helicopter approaching. "My man Frost has us covered for just such an occasion."

I could feel my heart beating again with the realization that I had sealed my fate. Leaving with him now would mean I was an accomplice to this mass homicide as well. Not to mention, throwing Batgirl off the side of a ship was pretty incriminating too. I don't suppose she'll ever forgive me for that.

Not that I wanted it.

I followed the couple through the corridors to the main deck. As we trudged through, Harley kept skipping about humming with excitement. She danced back and forth in the hallway in front of me catching J's attention every now and again. He'd give her a grin then continue forward. I tried to remain at a distance. Part of my still felt very uncomfortable.

A strong, machine powered wind blew our hair back and dresses up when we stepped out onto the bow. Frost had the copter ready with a ladder thrown down to us. As we approached, I noticed it was only the three of us boarding. I searched the area for any other passengers.

"What are you waiting for?" The Joker looked at me, a few rungs up the ladder. Harley was almost halfway up.

My eyes met Joker's, questioning. "What about everyone else?"

He smiled, "What about them?"

"The henchmen?" I took a step closer.

"A dime a dozen."

"The staff?" I was only two feet away now.

"Underpaid." He chuckled. "Just useless witness'."

He extended his hand for me to take. I stared at it, trying to understand the clown's cruel measures. Literally thousands died tonight and even though I pitied them, the exhilaration coursing through my veins outweighed it. Was this what he always felt after committing such acts?

Frost shouted something from the helicopter. Distracted, I tried to make out what he was saying but before I could a force tugged me forward as the aircraft lifted upwards. I made a small shriek gripping onto a rung.

Mister J had captured me by the waist when we took off. Pressed against him, shaking, I watched as the ship's deck disappeared beneath our feet. I looked up to him.

His gaze was fixed on the spoiled cruise ship. "Almost missed your flight." He joked. His blue crystals met mine.

I froze for a minute forgetting where I was. Then I realized he was waiting for me to climb up the rest of the ladder. As I did, he called to his pet. "Harley!"

The clown girl danced around at the top, swooshing the whole thing about. I clung desperately to the ropes as she busted into a fit of giggles. "Whatsa matta, little bug can't swim?" She hooked her knees over a rung and flipped herself back, hanging upside down. Her face was a few feet away from mine as she winked, "Neither can I."

Suddenly, her small digits clicked a shiny, red button and a huge explosion erupted from the ship. It rocked the helicopter sideways a bit urging me to hold tighter. Neither of them appeared fazed by the blow as they laughed wildly.

Harley swung carelessly in the air, eventually pulling herself up and into the flying machine. When I regained my composure I followed after her with a single henchmen, Tommy, helping me in. He looked very pleased to see me.

"Hello Thomas." I gave him a genuine smile.

A few minutes shortly, Joker joined our party. He paused to admire his handy work. He didn't have any particular expression other than his usual grin but there was something about his aura that gave off a sense of pride. Like a father proud of his child.

I observed the ruins of the cruise ship catching glimpses of the structure splitting off into the deep blue. It began to sink gracefully under water leaving behind splinters of it's former self. I could relate. Somewhere in there were reminisce of me. Olive Pendragon, the small town girl with suburban dreams.

My old dreams washed away with the debris, tattered and torn. I was a blank slate. More so a blank canvas ready to be painted on. Artists use a kaleidoscope of colors to paint their desires and I had millions of things I could have wanted but no idea how to get them. The only thing I had for paint, was blood.