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 10 – Legacy
First I need to go home. I need my medicine to keep Punch Line in check. But I need to go quiet. I can't be seen or I will die. Punch Line had luck earlier when she faced those men. They were just random thugs without any proper weapons.
Nightwing is so going to kill me.
I'm not far from my apartment. Luckily Nightwing left me on Miagani Island near the bridge that goes to CGPD. Grand Avenue is only couple blocks away. If I can only stay in the rooftops I will be fine. Supposedly.
Luckily after the incident with Joker, part of my rehab was exercising and my choice was parkour and learn how to fight. Of course I'm only a beginner but I have basics covered. Hopefully that's enough.
I jump to the next rooftop quite easily. I need to remind myself not to get too cocky. There is still many things that can go wrong.
I reach my apartment without any problems. Once or twice I heard thugs driving around with stolen cars and shooting their weapons but none of them spotted me. I sneak inside and grab a key from my bra. And they said that keeping your stuff in your bra isn't practical.
My apartment is small and messy. My clothes are lying on the floor and many books and cd's are all over the place. My acoustic guitar is left on my bed but I ignore all of this and go straight to my bathroom. I open the closet over the sink and grab couple medicine packets. I ponder them in my hands until I drop them and go get my shoulder bag. I throw the pills there and take couple in my hands. I get a glass of water and drink them down. Now Punch Line isn't a problem anymore. Then I go back to the main room and move the guitar from the bed. I tear the mattress open and find my hand gun. I shouldn't even have it. I would be send back to asylum immediately if somebody found this. Even Dick doesn't know about it.
I put the gun on the bed and put my knife from my boot next to it. Then I find my pepper spray. I need more. This isn't enough. I sigh and go to stand next to the wall. Earlier there was a closet but now it was covered but there is a weak spot and if you know about it you can access to it.
I tug my hand through the weak spot and soon I find what I'm looking for. A purple packet with a green bow and red polka dot pattern. Small, handwritten card is attached to it. I rip the card away and throw it to the floor. Carefully, I rip the packet open ignoring the bow. There is a pack of cards, a gun, dentures with dynamite, purple cloves with reinforced knuckles, joy buzzer, boots with hidden knives and a jester outfit in it.
I remember when I got it. It still makes chills go down my spine. Part of the deal was that I can't throw it away or tell about it to anyone. I haven't broke my promise to this day. Maybe it was time to take it to the good use.
I take off almost all of my clothes. I can't be recognized. I put on purple and yellow striped tights and darker purple shorts. The shirt is yellow and it also has orange stripes. These ones are skinnier and I feel a protective layer on it. It would most likely to protect me from basic bullets and maybe some knives. I hope I don't find out.
The jacket is darker purple suit jacket. It's packet with secret pockets and I can fit easily most of the weapons in there. I don't do that yet. Instead I find little grenades from pockets. They are filled with Joker's toxin. The tough makes me terrified but I can't back now. Instead of panicking I bite my tongue and take a deep breath. I tie a green bow around my neck and braid my hair and tie it too with a green bow. Lastly I take a green domino mask to my hands. It isn't enough to cover my identify.
I go back to the bathroom and pick up my makeup kit. I make my eyes even darker and I add some green to around the edges. I paint my face white but I leave my tattoos out so anybody can see them. Rebecca doesn't show them ever. I add red lipstick to my lips and my scars. I smudge it a little bit so it looks even messier.
"Why so serious?" I say with a dark voice. I smile to my reflection. It is scary how much I actually look like him. It's almost like he is back. I shake that though out of my head quickly. This isn't the right time.
I go back to my bed and look at the all the weapons. I put joy buzzer to my right hand under the clove. Dynamite dentures I put straight to my bag. Same goes to Joker toxin grenades. I put cards to my jacket pocket and my own gun too so I can reach them easily. Other gun I hide to my pants so I doesn't get noticed. First I check that it isn't loaded. I find five normal bullets and one fake bullet. Classic Joker. I could see the bang flag already.
I put green boots on and I try to kick my bed. I notice that if I push the right spot the knife comes out easily. It looked like it could really hurt.
Before I leave I put more useful things to my bag. I decide the brad isn't a right idea. I quickly undo it and put my hair into two pigtails. I sight and put my mask on. I check that it stays in place. It's scary how perfect fit all the clothes are. Joker most likely measured me while he was beating the crap out me. How polite of him.
I'm ready. I hesitate a moment before I step out of my apartment. Now if I am able to avoid Nightwing, Robin and Batman I should be safe. No-one else is able to recognize me. All the people that I know are long gone.
I almost smile when I find a pack of gum from one of the pockets. Fine. I give this one for you, Punch Line. I open the pack and throw it to my mouth. It's been forever since I last chewed gum. It's nice for a change.
I need to concentrate. Since my phone died week ago I need to find another phone that I can use. I need to check that Dick is safe. Sure, he is in Blüdhaven but you never know in Gotham. He is probably worried about me. I haven't call him awhile. He's been busy as always and I've been avoidant as always. Sometimes I wonder how he can deal with me despite I sometimes disappear for days. If I've been quiet for too long he comes to check on me or at least sends a doctor to help me.
I owe him so much. I should thank him more.
I'm no longer in a hospital. I've been moved to Arkham Asylum. It's funny how after a while you remember things differently. The place wasn't so dark anymore. I was able to see it in a new light now. Doctors didn't give me a permission to walk so I was moved in a wheel chair. I was tied to it obviously but it was nice change from lying on a hospital bed.
Guard called Aaron Cash was responsible for me. He had only one hand and a hook in other. Rumor has it that Killer Croc bit his hand off and is wanting the rest of the body too. I wasn't jealous for him.
"You are going to be transferred into Penitentiary. You have your own cell and a new psychiatrist." He said.
"I'm so excited. Can you see how happy I am?" I answered sarcastically.
"If you want, we could arrange a surgery for your scars." Cash said. He was trying to help but I wasn't a mood for that.
"Why on earth I would do that? I love my scars. They really highlight my smile, don't you agree?" I smiled at him. I felt little tingling sensation but I was already used to it. The scars still hadn't heal properly so every time when I smiled or laughed they hurt a little. It was okay. I liked the pain.
"Here is your new cell. Make yourself comfortable." He said. I wasn't on a highest alert patients so Cash was bringing me here alone. The cell was small and it had only a bed and toilet.
"If your treatments help you should get to a better cell quickly. It's all on you, Rebecca." Cash pushed my wheelchair in and freed my hands and legs. I was too weak to attack and I was too concentrated to trying to get up.
I didn't remember the last time I walked. My ankles were healed already but the doctors were too concerned about my head to let me walk freely. Or it was due to the fact that first time that they tried to make me walk I tried to strangle one of them. I failed of course but I wasn't allowed to move after that.
I was bare feet so I was able to feel cold tiles against my soles. Carefully I tried to stand up. It was wobbly but I was still able to do it. Meanwhile I tried to take few steps Cash had already left the cell and was now closing the door. It didn't bother me. I was having too much fun with my new ability.
"Here are your clothes. After you have changed somebody will come and pick up your hospital wear. You aren't allowed to leave your cell without security guard with you. For now you aren't allow to meet visitors and you can only leave your cell to meet your doctor and go to lunch. For now you don't need to care about that because for now all of your food will be brought straight to your cell." He read most of it from paper. It sounded like he does this a lot.
"Bored now." I said without looking at him. Cash left and I found a pile of orange clothes from my bunk. I changed them but I tied the top part to my waist. They felt weird against my scars and burns. White top revealed most of my tattoos. I gently patted smile face on my wrist.
The cell was too dull for my taste. It needed some color. I remembered when Rebecca painted smile faces on streets. It wasn't that bad idea. I scratched my left wrist so blood came out. I scratched more until couple drops had turned river of blood. I tipped my fingers to the blood and started painting smile faces to my cell walls. Guards came soon. Maybe the cameras alerted them but they were too late. My cell wall were covered in bloody smile faces and each one of them were looking at them. I smiled to them too. Covered in blood and smiling wickedly I looked at the horrified guards.
Dick is behind from his schedule. He was supposed to track Penguin's weapon trucks but Rebecca and this new ninja-girl made difficulties. He needs to dump this girl somewhere safe and then contact Bruce and be ready to hit. It is hard enough to convince Bruce to let him be in Gotham already. Joker's death really changed him. He had always been loner but now he is shutting everyone out. As Jason's death wasn't bad enough.
"Alfred, can you hear me?" Dick puts his hand on his ear. Raven remains silent but lifts her eyebrow.
"Master Grayson, what brings me this pleasure?" Always maintaining his politeness, classic Alfred.
"I got this one hostage and I need to put her somewhere." Dick says while jumping to another building.
"Perhaps GCPD, master Grayson?" Alfred says.
"She already tried to escape, twice." Dick sighs. Raven tries to hold her face on a bored expression but Dick is fairly certain that she smiled.
"Oh, I see. And master Drake already has his share of hostages. I see what I can do." Line is silent for a moment. "You could bring her to Wayne Tower and Lucius could provide a cell for her. Blindfolded, I assume."
"Yeah. Thanks." Dick ends the conversation. He stops on a rooftop and puts Raven down. "Sorry."
"You don't look sorry." Raven says sharply seeing Dick's grin. Her limps are tied so all she can do is sit on the roof and try to look confident.
"Never judge a book by its cover." Dick covers her mouth and nose so Raven can't breathe. She reminds herself that she needs to do this but she can't help her body's automatic reaction to fight or flight. She can't do anything so soon she fells unconscious. Dick lifts her to his shoulder and rushes to Wayne Tower. He can't be certain how long Raven stays unconscious and it's important that she knows as less as possible. It's already bad enough that she heard Alfred's name.
"Mr. Grayson, what a lovely surprise. Who is this lovely lady that you are bringing in?" Lucius Fox asks when Dick bursts to his office. Technically it's Bruce's office but Lucius controls most of the time Wayne Enterprises.
"She calls herself Raven. I need the special cell and make no contact to her. She can't allow to know where she is or who she is dealing with. And if you can, identify her and inform me as soon as possible." Dick puts Raven to the floor. He removes the bandages that are covering her face.
She looks young. About in her late teens or early twenties. She has thin eyebrows and tanned skin. She looks oddly familiar.
"Looks like she could be one of Talia al Ghul's personal guards that Mr. Wayne faced back in Arkham City." Lucius says. He has a point. She looks like she is from Near-East.
"She resembles Talia to herself. Maybe she is used as her double." Dick notes. "Anyway, are you able to do what I asked even when the situation is what it is?"
"Considered it done, Mr. Grayson." Lucius returns back to his desk to open something. Dick leaves from the balcony leaving Raven and Lucius behind.
Back in his early days as Robin, Dick's favorite part of the job was being able to fly around in Gotham. It brings back some good times when his parents were alive. So much has changed since then.
First his parents, then Jason and now Barbara. They all have died because of criminals. His and Barbara's relationship was always complicated but Dick can't even imagine what Tim must feel like now. Dick knows that they were dating and apparently they were quite serious. He haven't properly talked to Barbara in years. After Jason died their family fell apart. Tim was able to repair some of it but now it was all lost.
Jason had died several years ago. The Joker hold him a long time. Dick couldn't even imagine all the horrible things that he did to Jason. Jason was just a kid. He was way too young to die and the way that he had to go… Dick still is able to see those video tapes how The Joker tortured the boy. He and Bruce tried to find him but they couldn't find anything. None of them weren't able to find him. They never even found Jason's body. The casket was buried empty. Only thing they had about Jason's death was the video about a broken boy whose cheek is marked with J letter and who's beaten with a crowbar. And then Joker shot him. To the chest. On a video. The second Boy Wonder died alone and broken.
I was moved to a different cell again. They didn't like my decorations. I also got a suicide-collar to check that I didn't try to kill myself and my nails were cut as short as possible so I couldn't rip my wrists open again. Stupid doctors, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I was having way too much fun.
"Doctor is waiting for you." Guard outside my cell said. He was here to pick me up for my daily shrink appointment.
I rolled off my bunk and the guard handcuffed me before taking me to the doctor's office. She was waiting for me but it wasn't Whistler anymore. This one was younger and she had a red hair.
"Hello, Rebecca. My name is Dr. Sarah Cassidy. I'm here to help you." She had a tape recorder on. It annoyed me.
"Is that thing necessary?" I asked while the guard pushed me to sit down.
"Yes. You can leave now." She said to the guard. He only nodded and left closing the door behind him. "So, Rebecca. Can you tell me something about yourself?"
"I love cutting my wrist open. I also enjoy murdering puppies and boiling kiddos alive." I answered without hesitation. "And don't call me Rebecca. Get your facts straight."
"But your name is Rebecca Robinson. Why wouldn't I call you that?" She asked making notes.
"Rebecca was me before him. I'm not her anymore." I answered lifting my eyebrows.
"Who are you now then?"
"I dunno know yet. That's the fun part." I smiled wickedly.
"Then I must refer to you as Rebecca. But back to The Joker." The name made me shiver. Cassidy made a new note. "You avoid his name."
"That wasn't a question."
"I assumed it was obvious. You were abused and tortured by him. Of course you don't want to use his name. But fear of the name will only increase the fear of the actual thing itself." She answered.
"He isn't a thing. And are you implying that I'm not supposed to fear him? It's his fault that you are talking to me at this moment."
"No. I'm only implying that avoiding your fears will only make it worse."
"You are starting to sound like Scarecrow with all that fear-talk. I remember that he always talked about different phobias, even when he slept. Can you imagine? Of course Croc put an end to it." I crossed my arms and lifted my legs to table.
"Please but those down. But you remember working here?" Cassidy asked calmly.
"Some of it. It was monotonous as hell. You must get paid a lot. I can't see any other reason why somebody is still working here." I said keeping my legs on the table.
"Perhaps passion or need to help others?" She pushed gently my legs down.
"Like Halreen Quinzel? Or Jonathan Crane? Or Hugo Strange? This asylum's old employs has a habit to end up crazy. Not surprised tho. Old Arkham himself started it." I slammed back.
"You seem to have cynical view on people." She made another note.
"In Gotham it's called being realistic. Besides good joke or two always saves the day." I lifted my arm so that the tattooed smile face was covering my mouth like it was my real smile.
"You haven't crack that much jokes."
"Not in the mood. I just been through a deep psychological trauma." I quoted Whistler.
"Fortunately we need to end this interview has come to end."
"Can you see the tears on my cheeks?" I asked sarcastically before she was able to finish.
"Very funny. We will meet tomorrow. You may go back to your cell." She closed her tape recorder and called the guard in. He walked me back to my cell pushing me in.
When I was left alone I sat on my punk slowly hitting back of my head against the wall. There was something about pain that made me feeling better. I continued hitting my head until I zoned out.
Jason curses out loud. Bruce destroyed both of his radar towers and is probably now headed to his long-range missile launcher. It is bad enough that he had allied with Poison Ivy and waked a huge fucking plant earlier. Bruce must be desperate to prevent Cloudburst to happen. His plants will not help him. But Ivy can be problematic later. Jason knew that she should been left in her cell back in Blüdhaven but Crane had to have his mind.
"Gamma 4, status?" Jason angrily demands. "Gamma 4, do you copy?!"
"Sir, he's going for the defensive shield!" His militia commander answers.
Jason knows there isn't time to waste. He immediately alarms his units. They have Bruce's location. He just lowered the defensive shield. And now he is lowering the bridges.
"Sir, Batman's lowering all three bridges into Founders' Island." Militia commander tells.
"He is bringing in the car to destroy the missile launcher. Deploy strike team Delta to target location now."
"Yes sir. What about the Batmobile?" Militia commander asks.
"Activate the Cobra squadron. Run it into the ground." This should keep him occupied.
Only after few seconds militia commander says: "Lost contact with a drone, sir."
"Send backup, now!" Idiots. Jason is working with fucking idiots.
"Four still in operation." Not for long if Jason knows anything about Bruce.
"We lost a Cobra. Maintaining the search pattern." Militia commander says again. "Sir, we got three Cobras left in the field."
"Cobra offline. I've got two in support." Militia commander reports. Jason knows that's not enough. "Just two remaining." He continues.
"Drone offline. Sending a Cobra to support." It hasn't even been five minutes. Good thing is that Jason is almost where Bruce is. "One unit still under my command."
"He wiped out the drone in Drescher!" Militia commander shouts. "Strike team Delta deployed. They are heading to target location."
"You're trapped Dark Knight. You put up a good fight. But now you lose." Jason is so close to reaching his goal.
"Rooftop's clear. Target is in a control room. Moving to secure." Militia's member says.
"Hold off, lieutenant. He's mine." Jason walks the stairs up and kicks the locked door easily open.
"Where did he go?" Militia's member asks next to him.
"Raise the defensive shield. Keep all access points covered." Jason orders. He looks around the room trying to find Bruce. "Sir, the launcher is secure. As long as we controls the skies, he'll never find it." Jason reports to Crane.
"Good. Are we still o schedule?" Crane asks.
"We're entering the final phase."
"Your patience will be rewarded soon."
At the same moment Bruce drops down from the ceiling taking out five of Jason's men. He tries to strike Jason but they both end up holding each other's throats.
"Who are you?" Bruce's voice sounds painful. Jason can't blame him. His grip on his throat isn't gentle.
"Not yet, Dark Knight." He pushes Bruce away and drops a smoke bomb, disappearing from Bruce once again.
A/N: Yay. We are almost at the juicy part. As always don't forget to leave a review. I really appreciate them! See you on the next one!
By the way can I get applaud from keeping up with my update schedule?