A/N: As I promised I am still continuing this. New chapter today! Yay me!
Part I: Rebecca Robinson is left to face Gotham's worst Halloween ever. One ex-Robin and one dead-Robin are running loose in Gotham with their own goals and agendas. Rebecca's mind isn't the ideal one to begin with and with a history like she has... Will she be able to survive without loosing her sanity or her life? What will happen when Clown Prince of Crime wants his toys back and even Scarecrow can't stop him? Will Rebecca end up just being a toy to dead man's legacy?
Chapter 4 - Joke is rated M
Romance will be slow burn. (And I do mean slow.)
Contains detailed description of graphic violence, strong language and descriptions of mental illnesses and self-harming.
Broken Toys
Chapter 3 - Hostage
Hostage: (noun) A person seized or held as security for the fulfillment of a condition.
"Rebecca, are you awake?" The student counselor asked worryingly. She looked more concerned of me than usual.
"Yeah. I'm up. What's up?" I said trying to cover a yawn. I was out all night with Miranda, Jack and rest of the gang and didn't have time to sleep at all.
"I was thinking that maybe a summer job would help your situation."
"A job?"
"Salary isn't much but at least the place is interesting. There are very strict rules however. You have to follow them if you want to work there."
"Woah, I didn't say yes to anything yet. With all respect that I can gather, working during summer isn't really my thing." Or working at all but I decided not to mention that.
"And messing around in the streets is?" She snapped at me. "If you continue like this, you don't have a choice where you work. At least now you get paid."
"But you said that the salary isn't much." I pointed out ignoring her tone of voice.
"It's not but just listen to me for a moment. You would start immediately when the school ends. Shifts are usually around eight hours but you'll be looking at a lot of night shifts. You can have a free lunch but I seriously recommend bringing your own food with you."
"Okay, I'll bite. What would I do?"
"Cleaning mostly. Helping at the kitchen and helping doctors…"
"Doctors?" I asked. The word stirred my interests.
"…bringing medication and that kind of work." She continued like I didn't say anything.
"Hey? Where am I going to work?" I waived my hand in the air in front of the counselor trying to get her attention.
"So you are interested?" She still didn't tell me what I wanted annoying me most likely on purpose.
"I guess so…" I agreed slowly. Already I knew that I had made a big mistake. Too late to back down now.
"Great! I'll contact them immediately." She turned away from me typing something to her computer.
"Hey, I still need to know where I'm gonna work." I demanded sharply.
She mumbled something sounding almost guilty.
"Sorry? I didn't catch that."
"You are going to work at Arkham Asylum."
Slowly I open my eyes. I'm tied up again but this time my legs are thankfully free. Second thing that my foggy brain registers is a gun pointing between my eyes.
'Morning.'
"She is up!" The guard holding the weapon shouts to others.
I turn my head to see better but he stops me poking me with the barrel. "Stay still. You are going to sit there and wait nicely till the Knight gets here."
'Oh, not him again. I need some fresh faces.'
"Why you are here anyway?" My rude guard asks.
"I already told that I don't know. Maybe ask your commander. He should know." Shit. I didn't mean to say that. She was trying to get in control.
'See? I'm useful.'
"Quit the smart-talk. There wasn't any orders…"
'Release your hands. You can do it.'
"… on keeping you alive." He says threateningly.
'Do it.'
The guard lowers his gun and cracks his knuckles.
'Now.'
Shit.
I get my other hand free and kick my guard where the sun doesn't shine. He has some protection but my sudden actions have left him off guard. My other hand is still tied into the chair so I smash the thing into the man's head. The chair breaks from the impact allowing me to free my both hands. I continue smashing the pieces of the chair into his head until he finally loses his consciousness. Horrified, I drop what is left of the chair to the ground and fell to my knees.
"Oh my god, oh my god. Is he dead?" I'm not brave enough to check.
'C'mon. Take the gun. We need that.'
My hands are shaking and it takes a moment to get the stupid thing. I don't even know how to use it.
Next soldier comes around the corner. "Prisoner has escaped. She is armed." He informs the others. Quickly without thinking I point the said weapon at him.
"Hands up in the air!" I shout. Thankfully he does as I command.
"Careful. You are outnumbered." He says looking at me trying to calculate if I have guts to shoot him. I don't know the answer either and I don't want to find out.
"But I'm the one with a gun. And a hostage." I try to sound certain.
"You got to think this straight. This is only gonna end badly for you. So put the gun down and we can all walk away from this in one piece."
"Don't lie to me! Lead me to the door!" I scream at him. "And if I see even one gun aiming at me, this one can say bye bye forever."
The militia member is forced to walk in front of me leading me towards freedom, I hope. From the corner of my eye I see other militia men but none of them try to pull any stunts on me.
"You are making a serious mistake." The former guard, current prisoner warns me.
"Fuck you." She says. I can't seem control our collective mind completely. Now is not the time to worry about this.
"What is happening?" Too familiar robotic sound says.
"Fuck." She sighs. For once I agree. This is not good.
I turn a little to see that Arkham Knight has arrived. He carries some other redheaded girl on his shoulder.
'He really has a thing to captured girls. Whatever gets him off, I guess.'
"She is trying to escape." The man who is my hostage shouts.
"I can see that, moron. But how the hell one fragile girl can order room full of soldiers that I trained against Batman in under an hour?" He sounds more than angry or even furious. He sounds like is losing it. Maybe he is.
'Well, obviously he didn't train them very well.'
Knight puts the girl down. I notice that he is much more careful with her than with me. I have no time to wonder about that however. The knight is approaching me like a predator would approach it's pray.
"Stop!" I shout and turn my gun towards him. He doesn't listen. He doesn't even seem to be afraid of the gun pointing at him.
Working on autopilot I pull the trigger. To everyone's surprise the bullet hits him to the chest.
"No!" The redhead shouts when the Knight hits the ground. He is still alive I see. Of course he is. He is only shocked that I am capable to shoot him. Truth to be told I am as, if not more, surprised as he is.
But there is now time to waste. The knight will stay down only for a moment. That one opportunity that I have been waiting for. I open the floor grade and dive in. Hopefully everybody were too concentrated to Knight so they didn't notice where I went.
"Where is she?" Someone shouts confirming my wishes to be true.
"Find her. And bring her to me. Alive." Knight orders. I crawl forward as quietly as I can. I want to get as far away from the Knight as possible.
'Finally I'm starting to be proud of you. Unless of course you get us both killed. So don't mess this up, B.'
The grade ends but it leads me into a small room. Doors are closed with weaker walls. With large enough force they would break easily. I have to stay quiet or I will be seized again leading to my very likely death.
'What now, B? Are we just gonna sit here and wait somebody to rescue us? There is no-one coming. We are on our own so get yourself together.'
I need to think. How do I get out?
Breath. You are safe, for now.
"Okay, where are you?" I whisper to myself. The answer is that I am located in large room with floor grades and a smaller secret hideout. Okay, that doesn't help much. Think harder, I order. Be aware of your surroundings. The ground seems to tilt slightly from side to side. The movement isn't radical but enough for me to feel it.
"Maybe a boat or an airship." I breathe. The movement is obscure that it leads me to believe that I'm nor inside a boat. So all I have left are airships. Is there any airships in Gotham and if so where are they. The knight has to stay close to the city at all times it seems so I can't be far from my hometown.
"Stagg's airships." The answer hits me. I pray that my guess is right.
"How many enemies are in this room?" I don't dare to think the possible other rooms. One catastrophe at a time, otherwise I will panic.
I remember counting at least six guards plus the Knight. Oh, and also the ginger prisoner but I doubt she wants to harm me even though screaming no when I shot Knight. Oh god, I tried to kill someone.
No, now is not the time for this. Remember, one crisis at a time. I try to focus on the redhead instead. Who is she? Is she also somebody who saw too much like me? And how many are guarding her instead of searching for me at the moment?
'You need to do something. It's move or die situation.'
She is right. I need to move. My safe spot is only temporary.
I take a deep breath. Carefully I go back to the floor grade. If I want to escape I need to find a weapon.
'Use your surroundings.'
I see one of the militia members walking over my hiding spot. When he doesn't see me I take a quick peak and notice a fire extinguisher. Perfect. Or actually far from perfect but it will do.
As silently as possible I leave the grade and take the fire extinguisher. I tiptoe right behind the militia member. Then I hit him to the head as hard as I can. He collapses heavily to the floor smashing and alarming the nearby guards. I whack him again knocking him out. After that I run straight behind the nearest corner. Now I have to wait for his friends to show up.
I don't have to hold out for long. Soon enough a man sees the body lying on the floor.
"Come here! There is one of us on the ground." He informs to his team members.
When he gets closer I smack him to his temple. This time only one try is enough to knock my target down.
After that the problems arise. Now all of the militia men know my location so they will come in groups. And there is no place for me to hide.
'Shit! You played yourself in the corner, idiot.'
I turn around dropping my weapon and I try to climb away. Not surprisingly I'm not successful despite my best efforts.
"You are in a dead end. Surrender while you still can." I fell to the ground to see four militia members pointing their guns at me. I raise my hands over my head as a sign of surrendering. There are no other options.
"Boss, we got her." One of them tells to their com.
"Don't sound so proud. She took two of you out. Get her in here." The knight answers.
'You were doing so well. And now we are gonna die. Nice work you bozo.'
It was first day of summer vacation. It was also my first day at my new summer job. I had already sat through all the security mumbo jumbo and I had my new work suit on. Well, it wasn't new but this was first time that I ever wore it so it was new to me at least.
"Follow me." Doctor Westler told me. She was my brand new boss.
"You will be mainly working in the Medical Facility, some parts of the Penitentiary and the Arkham Mansion. Today you're going to clean at the Penitentiary till lunch. Remember that it is extremely important for you not to make any contact with patients. Most of them are extremely dangerous despite not being at the Intensive treatment. Lunch will be at twelve o'clock. After that you will go straight to my office and wait your next assignments. Is that clear?" She spoke as we walked in the halls of the asylum. They were poorly lit adding to the gothic horror flick aesthetic of the place.
"Chrystal clear." I said dragging the cleaning supplies behind me. I had tucked my green hair under a hat. One of the rules was that long hair needed to be tied so inmates couldn't get a grip on it. I didn't wear any jewelry because they were also possible security risks.
"Good. I will see you later then. And don't worry. Just stay alerted and you will do fine." She walked off leaving me alone. I got to admit, this place was very creepy. Very fitting for Gotham's notorious super criminals.
Before I arrived I did some digging about the asylum. This place's website; ArkhamCare was a typical bullshit site that every hospital had but when I investigated some more I found a lot of juicy stuff. Apparently the founder of this place had ended up becoming one of the patients. He murdered one of the inmates quite brutally after he killed the founder's family or something like that. More recent cases were about missing patients. Nobody seemed to know what exactly was up with that. Or to be accurate, didn't want to know.
For the first weeks I cleaned the buildings and helped in kitchen just as my student counselor told me. Personally I preferred the kitchen to the cleaning. Sometimes I was allowed to serve food to the patients which was the best part of the job. I wasn't allowed to talk to them of course and I seemed to be practically invisible to them. But the inmates weren't invisible to each other. It was interesting to hear how they talked, acted and mocked the food and the doctors.
After doing couple of weeks only cleaning and kitchen jobs I was promoted to serve the medications to lower level patients and sometimes even help doctors with their interviews. One of my responsibilities were bringing casefiles and stuff like that. Secretly I read every casefile that I got my hands on which was strictly illegal. That caused me to learn about the inmates more. I knew where their cells were, who their doctors were and even their social status inside the Asylum.
These promotions didn't exclude my earlier tasks of cleaning and kitchen work but the new tasks were much more rewarding. I met even more patients than while I served their food. The Intensive Treatment was still off limits for me. Just when I was ready to give up all hope my downfall started.
I am held as a prisoner. Again. But for a change I'm not tied up like before. Instead I'm dragged by the Knight into somewhere. I don't dare to ask where.
"That thing you pulled off earlier was extremely stupid." He states as he pulls roughly with him.
'But we weren't hit by a bullet by a girl who has never shot anyone…'
"I didn't have of a much choice." I mumble keeping my voice down so he doesn't hear me.
'Jokes on you, big guy.'
"I won't underestimate your stupidity again." He says.
'Well that wasn't very nice.'
He hauls me into a new smaller room than I was before and tosses me to the floor like I am some puppet instead fully grown adult.
"You will soon realize that your stunt was your worst mistake." He says cruelly towering over me.
At first I don't understand what he means but then Scarecrow steps inside causing me to realize what is about to happen.
'Shit.'
"Nice to see you again, miss Robinson. I heard you caused some problems earlier." He walks towards me taking his time. I back up as far as I can. I am still crawling on the floor, too scared to stand up.
"You seem to be afraid. There is no need for that yet." He is still edging closer as my back hits the wall. I am trapped.
"Let me see if my hypothesis was correct. What are you really afraid of, Rebecca?" He kneels down to my level. He seems to be lightweight so when his needle hand closes in with my neck I try to push him away with all of my strength.
"Ah, there seems to be little fight left in you. Admirable but ultimately worthless." He waves his other hand and the Knight comes to help him. He forces my hands to the ground and one of his legs locks mine so I can't kick anyone. There is no way for me to escape.
'Pussy. There is still one thing that I can do.'
She spits straight into Arkham Knight's mask. I can't react to it however because I feel the cold metal on my skin. The needles has penetrated my skin. Gotham's map on the Knight's helmet is the last thing I see before the laughter blinds me.
A/N: So this story will continue. Unfortunately my computer deleted all of my stories (and pictures and everything) including this one. Lucky for me (and maybe you if you like the story) most of what I had written had been already updated so it wasn't that bad. Anyway thanks for reading and don't forget to leave a review.
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I am considering to change the rating to M. I'm not sure yet. Let's just say that next chapter will not be a happy one. I will warn you on the author's note if it will be rated M.