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 in their mind. Rebecca's mind isn't the ideal one and with the history like she has is she able to survive with out losing her sanity or life? What will happen when Clown Prince of Crime wants his toys back and even Scarecrow can't stop him? Will Rebecca be only his toy?

Chapter 4 is rated M

Romance will be a slow burn.

Broken Toys

Chapter 8 – Backfire

Streets are surprisingly empty. It is very quiet. Adams said that Harley's men are just around the corner but so far I haven't seen a thing. I wonder how Bird-brain will react when he realizes I'm gone. Will Adams just say that I escaped and there is nothing he could do?

I still need new clothes. I accidentally ripped B's jeans on my way down. I try to remember where the nearest mall is around here. B never was the first girl to go to shop and her memories are covered with fog.

I notice a small boutique. I break the window with brick and ignoring the burglar alarm I enter to the shop.

"This should be okay." I grab couple clothing pieces. Without bothering to hide I change my clothes in middle of the shop. The dress is short and purple. Knee high socks in different colors covers my legs. One of them is green and the other one is yellow. I put on a yellow corset to give me some protection. It has a zipper so I can close it by myself. I add B's leather jacket and turn around to admire myself in the mirror. Now I only need weapons.

I find a crowbar on the floor. "Oh this is just too good."

I try to swing it and accidentally knock a clothing rack to the floor. My gaze moves between the crowbar and a clothing rack until I left out a small giggle.

It doesn't take long till I'm full on having a war against the shop. And I'm laughing about it. Actually I'm having the time of my life.

"What the actual fuck?" I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and see three guys standing outside the boutique. They all look confused and freaked out at the same time. Their facial expressions looks so hilarious that I start laughing even louder.

"You should see your face. They look epic!" I manage to get out. I'm practically on the floor because of laughter.

"Kill her!" One of the guys shouts. The same guy picks me up and throws me onto street head first. I feel blood on my neck. I feel itching spot on my skin. The blood is coming from there.

"I'll love it! Do it again!" I stand up to see now disgusted looks on my attackers' faces.

"Or maybe…" I feel a wicked smile coming to my face. "I'll show you how good it feels." I swing my new crowbar straight to nearest guy face. He can't stand and starts couching blood. I see couple teeth on the blood.

"Cool!" I shout as I take another swing knocking him out and possibly breaking his skull. "You guys better be careful. I think I heard a crack."

"Get him!" Another guy tries to hit me in the face but I try to hit him with my crowbar. My weapon is bit too heavy for fast moves so his punch knocks me off my feet.

"You sure can swipe girls of their feet, handsome." I laugh. "Sadly... so do I." I swing my crowbar towards his ankles making him fall too.

"You just need to know where to hit. I know this from experience." I sit on top of him ready to knock him out. Just when I'm making my finishing move I feel something hitting on my side throwing me off the guy.

"You seem to understand how I like it rough." I pick my crowbar from the ground.

"The bitch is crazy."

"Oh, you bring knives. How lovely." I swing my weapon again finishing the guy who kicked me earlier. "Now there is only me and you."

The last guy looks horrified. He holds his knife like his life was depending on it. He was correct.

"Stay away from me, bitch."

"That wasn't nice. Didn't mommy taught any manners?" I do a sad face for him. He jolts his knife and cuts through my shoulder. The wound isn't deep but blood is pumping smoothly down on my arm.

"I bet you thought that will stop me! Think again, loser!" I knock him to the ground. I sit onto his chest taking his knife away.

"It's a very beautiful knife. I hope I can borrow it." I push the knife onto his cheek. I see panic in his eyes. This is going to be so fun.

'STOP!' No, not her.

'I know you don't wanna do this.' Her voice is in my head.

"Does it look like I don't wanna do this, B?" I spit angrily.

'I won't let you do this. It's my body. Not yours. I command you to stop.'

"Oh you command me? You dare to command me? Without me you wouldn't even be alive. We wouldn't be alive. Did you forgot that?"

"Who are you talking to?" The guy asks.

"Shut up!" Both me and Rebecca shout. I hit him to the head to make him quiet.

'That wasn't necessary.'

"Don't try to fool me. You should be grateful to me. I saved us! I saved us from him." I yell at her.

'No you didn't. You made me almost kill Nightwing. And our doctor. And Arkham Knight. And all of those other guys! I don't even know their names. And you made me kill them.'

"So what? Night-bat is okay and so is the stupid doctor. And it was likely that Knight is wearing an armor. And those other guys, they would have killed us. Did you forgot about that?"

'Don't try to tell me killing people is okay. It's not. And you know that. Let me in!' Her voice is getting stronger. I see her pitiful figure in front of me. No scars, no smile, no tattoos, just Rebecca. "You can see me?" She makes me ask.

"No! Get out. Get out of my head. This body belongs to me know." I say and walk right through her.

"You know that doesn't work." She says to me. I see her again. This time she is little further away.

"Fuck you! I've been trapped in you pathetic little mind too long. I'm not going back. I've come too far." I shout to her. We are face to face next to the ocean. I can see the waves through her.

"Only reason that you got out was because of Scarecrow. Let's face it. You are nothing. You needed J… You needed Joker to create you. And that took some time. Several months actually. And I, this pitiful figure as you said, was strong enough to take you down. I had controlled you before and I'm doing it again. And there is nothing you can do about it."

"Stop. Stop! STOP!" I yell. I push her over the edge but she clings on me pulling me with her. We both fall to the ocean. I feel the cold water on my skin, pulling me deeper. I can't see anything else than black. I can't swim.

Harley had knocked me out. Completely. She had tucked my body into locker and locked it so I couldn't get out. It didn't matter. I was unconscious so long that the Joker was caught before I woke up. After that I was in the locker for our till guards heard my screams and let me out.

It didn't matter anymore. Summer vacation ended. School started but I didn't go. Now that I knew that Joker knows who I was I had a whole new goal.

"Rebecca is right. We need to do something big to get notice. Something bold. Something that people can't ignore." Jack spoke. He had become our unofficial leader after summer. He didn't call me "Becca" anymore. Something about being fair and evenhanded. He didn't say the same to Miranda on last Friday when I saw him fucking her against the wall.

"But what, J?" Speaking of Miranda. She looked him all puppy eyes. She used to laugh at him in situations like this before. I guessed people really change.

"I know! We need to brake in Arkham City." Michael said next to me. He never was the bright one.

"Don't be an idiot, Michael. How a group of teenagers are supposed to break in an expensive high-security prison?" I scowled at him.

"Michael may be right." Has Jack gone crazy?

"What?" My mouth has dropped.

"See? I knew I was right." Michael sounded so pleased with himself. I felt a powerful urge to slap that stupid smile of from his stupid face. Stupid.

"But we need funding. And I know just how we are gonna get it." Jack smiled to us.

The alley was dark when we sneaked on it. It was only September but there were always dark in Gotham. But we had a plan. I needed to concentrate. I only needed to look sinister. Jack will do the talking. He should be here already. He and Miranda were probably screwing each other behind some dumpster.

"Have you saw J anywhere?" To my surprise I saw Miranda next to me looking extremely worried.

"I thought he was with you. Maybe he is buying condoms." I hoped she didn't hear shakiness in my voice.

"Don't be a dick, Becca." She rolled her eyes. But I was able to hear smile in her voice.

I playfully hit her arm. It was nice to hang without Jack.

"There he comes!" Kurt said pointing a tall man coming towards us.

"J!" Miranda immediately ran to her boyfriend who seemed pleased to himself.

"What do you have there, J?" Michael asked looking at Jack's other hand.

"This my friends is the reason why I'm late." He showed the object to us. He was holding a small gun in his hand. I felt a peace stuck in my throat.

"Is that real?" Kurt's eyes were wide as he looked the gun. I could see the fear in his eyes.

"Of course it's real you idiot. I stole it from my dad." I had heard that Jack's dad was a police. Jack rarely talked about him. I've got itch that they weren't close.

"Why you have it?" I asked looking suspiciously the gun.

"It makes wonders to people's spirit when you have a gun in your hand." He smiled. I didn't see any doubt in his eyes. Miranda looked him like he was some sort of a god. It made me sick to see my ex-best-friend like that.

"Fine. How we are going to do this?" I said just to get my mind back on the nicer track.

First everything went fine. We had our Joker-masks to cover our identifies and Jack was the only one talking. People gave us their money and jewelry without any bigger problems. It was going well. Too well.

"Hey, you!" Michael shouted to a lonely man. The man stopped and looked at us quickly before lowering his gaze.

I heard a couple arguing nearby. The man was shouting to a woman. Soon I located them into a building couple floors above us.

"Give us your money and no-one will get hurt." Jack said pointing the gun towards the man. Miranda was next to him probably trying to look like some sexy mafia woman. To me she only seemed desperate and slightly stupid.

The arguing couple was now louder.

"Here. Take it. I don't want any trouble." The man said handing his wallet to Jack.

I don't know how I knew but at that moment I knew something bad was about to happen.

We all heard the police car. It was driving with the lights on. And it made a terrible sound. The man jumped slightly. He was scared by the sudden loud noise but it was enough to drop the wallet.

A loud bang was heard. It was quiet after that. Only rain made a sound.

My eyes were locked into a red dot on the man's chest. "You shot me." The man sounded shocked. Like he didn't fully understand what had happen.

Then he fell to the ground. His eyes were still open looking at me.

You would think that you'll get used to it seeing dead bodies in movies and news. But to be honest; nothing can prepare to see how life escapes from someone. Man's empty eyes locked me there. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I didn't hear or feel anything. Only thing that existed to me was those empty eyes.

My friends escaped. Nobody picked up the wallet. Nobody left behind to make me come with them. Nobody was there when the police came.

They asked some questions. I couldn't open my mouth to answer. They took me to their police car. My legs weren't able to move. They threw me into jail. I didn't care. They moved me around and asked questions. Finally they brought doctor in to give me tranquilizer. If I wasn't in shock I should been worried why but I didn't care. The important part was that I was able to sleep again.

Fatal mistake.

I didn't remember getting into a car. I didn't remember the drive to prison. I didn't remember the security check. I didn't remember anything. All I remember waking up to his horrible laugh.

When Joker left me alone I had time to think. I had time to analyze how my mind was falling apart. How I couldn't remember my mom's voice or my youngest siblings face. She was only five months old when I last saw her. It was… Joker sad every time a different number. I didn't know how long I've been here. I didn't know how long he was planning to torture me. Break me. My breaking point was near.

I remember the day when he left and never came back. He had dropped me next to mirror to see how well he did have break me. To see every detail all the time. Until I wasn't able to take it. I remember how I broke the mirror with my bare hands. I remember the pain that gave me comfort. The blood that covered me from the world. It was the same feeling. Drowning. And I can't swim.

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