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 13 – Time

Scarecrow's toxic explosion was so strong that it knocked me to the ground. I stay on my knees resting on my hands on top of the rooftop. I was lucky staying this high up. Just a feet below me yellow gas is circling the building. I hear how regular thugs are screaming and killing each other. Soon the toxin is so thick that it blogs most of the sounds.

Scarecrow actually did it. I can't believe it. He won. Gotham's future is on his hands. There is no change for Batman to defeat this.

I lift my gaze to the huge flower over Botanical Gardens. It absorbs fear toxin but it can't remove it all. Batman will need something bigger than that. Poison Ivy is most likely responsible from the plant. Why she is helping Batman is a mystery to me. She usually isn't fan of us "pathetic meat-sacks". I remember back when I worked at the asylum that she preferred females but that wasn't much. I thought only human being that she actually cares is Harley and maybe Selina. Guess I underestimated her.

Okay, now would be great idea to make a plan. Dick safe and sound so I don't need to worry about him. I have my new fancy communicator so I can contact practically everybody. This thing even has an internet. Quick search told me that Dr. Cassidy was evacuated and safely out of Gotham. I'm probably one of the only ones who failed to evacuate. Before Scarecrow released his toxin I heard thugs talking about Bruce Wayne and Simon Stagg staying at their lairs. Wayne was most likely in Wayne Tower and Stagg at his airships.

Suddenly I see Stagg enterprises logo. It is in my mind. I remember running past it and then jumping.

"Punch Line…" I close my eyes trying to remember more. Headache starts quickly but I know that at some point I was definitely at Stagg enterprises.

'Why so serious?' Punch Line says. First I startle that my meds aren't working but then I realize that her voice is only a memory. Keeping my eyes closed I can see Arkham Knight standing in front of me. He is towering me. Even though I know this isn't real I get a bit scared.

'What do you mean?' Knight sounds irritated. Punch Line does that to people.

'You should take your mask off. Nobody can't see the great big smile of yours.' Someday I swear I will kill Punch Line. Somehow I get her to materialize and then I punch the fuck out of her.

'I don't smile.' Knight is clearly as annoyed as I am.

'C'mon! You have to smirk sometimes!' I know for a fact that Punch Line was smiling stupidly when she said those words.

'I'll take you back.' I know Knight tried to pull Punch but she fought back.

'You are no fun. No cookies for you.' I thank my luck that Punch didn't get me killed back there. I'm sure it came close.

'You can't be serious. Minute a go you were okay being dragged and now you won't even move out of free will.' To be clear I wasn't okay being forced to do what he wanted but I was scared that he was going to kill me. It isn't my fault that Punch happens to be crazy masochist.

'Technically it wasn't me who was okay being dragged. I would have punched you at least.' Like that was going to work. Knight would just have brake my arm.

'Oh, you mean…?' He is quick. Most people aren't sure if they are talking to me or Punch Line. Some even don't see the change. Dick says that my whole posture changes and even my voice is different. According to him my voice is lower and raspier but Punch's uses higher pitch and when she is more psychotic than usual, she speaks quite low. I do that too when I'm mad.

'Yap. Rebecca has left the building. But you got to admit. She pulled of a quite a show. Like shooting you in the chest. Without that chest piece of yours she would have killed you. I bet you didn't except that to happen?' I hate to admit but Punch had a point. I was ready to kill somebody.

I open my eyes. I was definitely in Stagg's airship. Company's logos were all over the place. Why Arkham Knight was in Stagg's place? Wasn't Stagg's company making medical work? I thought he was helping people. In Gotham that was apparently never the case. Next thing I know is that Bruce Wayne killed his own parents to get access to his parents' money or something else that stupid.

But what happened next? How did I get out of there in the first place? Armed guards were everywhere. And Punch Line isn't the best at plotting or manipulating. She is has too short temper for that. And then there is the fact that she only follows her impulses.

I close my eyes again. This time I see my own reflection. I'm in cell with a glass wall. Punch is flirting with the reflection. She has changed her attire. She ditched my hoodie and wiped my makeup. It was covering my face tattoos and scars.

'B, these jeans are really awful. What were you thinking?'

I don't need to know that. I concentrate harder and try to skip couple steps beyond.

Knight drags us away. He and Punch are talking. He notices something in my hand. To my surprise Punch takes my jacket off revealing our tattoos.

'What the hell? Don't you understand what those mean? Are you mentally retarded? You have him all over your skin. Your scars? It was a vice choice to cover them. You… You…' Even though I know I'm safe from him his rage scares me off. Knight is furious. Angry isn't enough to describe him.

'Do you know what, you won! Leave this place. Yu have five minutes before I order my men to kill you. Just leave.' Knight's rage is gone. Or not gone but different. He is cold and I notice even Punch was scared. Knight leaves her and now I know why I'm alive.

But Knight wasn't right. I didn't choose these tattoos or these scars. I didn't want The Joker to be marked me. Or at least when I got to know him. When glamorous imagine of him changed to cruel reality. Back when I was under seventeen I used to worship him. I admit it. It was dumb and childish. But I didn't realise the truth.

Back when I was younger Gotham was corrupt. It's gone lot better direction but we still have some corruption. Seeing somebody different working against those corrupted cops was really something. Over ten years ago, when I first saw Joker and Batman, it was new. Sure, some other guy called Anarky did the same thing but he was quickly captured and I haven't heard anything about him since. So Joker being against Gotham's police was really a game change. But I was wrong about him. All the other Joker-wannabes and I were wrong about him. We thought he was an anarchist trying to make some difference. Showing that we could make our own rules without government or police. It was too good to be true. The truth is that Joker is just a psycho who wants to see the world burn. He isn't interested anything else than causing as much chaos that he can. I'm glad that he is dead. He still has his strings on me but it was time to me to break free.

Medea. The book that I got for Christmas was called Medea. I haven't read it. It just sat next to my bunk. Sometimes at night it mocked me. I didn't like it. I almost destroyed it couple times but then backed out. Walls didn't talk to me anymore. The book was only one that did.

"Medea. I'm bored." I was laying on my bed keeping my legs straight up.

The book stayed silent. Most be because those stupid meds. My dose was raised and the pill changed to a different color.

"Did you hear me? I'm booored." I turned to lay on my belly. The book still didn't say anything. I crapped it and threw it to the wall. It stayed on the ground open at random page.

'Don't.'

Finally the book was talking. "You didn't say anything earlier."

'Let me…' Weird. The book sounded weak. Maybe it suffered from all the violence that I made it go through.

"Well, you don't see me to say sorry." I turned back on back and allowed my head go over the bunk's edge so I saw everything upside down.

"You have a visitor." Guard opened the cell. I fell from my bunk to the floor but quickly stood up.

"Stupid floor. Don't do that to me."

The guard ignored me and walked me to visitor center. This time I didn't get my own room. It was just that kind of booth with a glass. Similar to those that I saw in movies.

I jumped to my chair. It was rotating one so naturally I started spinning like a madman. It took me few moments to notice that my visitor was waiting for me. I picked the phone and he did the same.

"Who the fuck are you?" I was still allowed to have my gum so I chew it and made a little bubble.

"Your cousin of course." He winked. I admitted that my memory wasn't the best one but I was certain that he wasn't my cousin. He had black hair and blue eyes. He looked tall and seemed being in good shape. Quite opposite to me.

Apparently he noticed my disbelief. "I'm Richard Grayson. But you can call me Dick."

"Nice nickname." I pointed out. I was still chewing my gum and slightly spinning on my chair. I didn't do full spin so I was able to see Dick at all times.

"What do I call you?" He just smiled.

"Punch Line." My bubblegum popped to my face. It made me giggle as I ripped it off my skin.

"Mind if I call you just Rebecca?" He grinned to my tries to remove the gum.

"Yes, actually I do. Double persona disorder or something like that." I was able to remove rest of the gum and started making a new bubble immediately.

"Yes, I read your file."

"Only family members are allowed to read it." I pointed out. I started moving back and forth on my chair.

"I'm your cousin, remember." He said keeping it cool.

"OH! Now I remember. You are that Wayne's kid. Didn't you get kicked out of school or something?" It happened some time ago and Rebecca didn't read the paper but I was able to remember the headlines.

"Yeah, something like that." He said it in that way that it implied like I missed some private joke.

"I got kicked out of school too!" My chair almost fell down so I needed to take few moments to steady myself. "Something to do with me being psycho and killing somebody."

"You didn't kill anybody."

"Sam Rackel. I guess it wasn't big news next to Arkham City. Funny don't you think? Lives becomes meaningless next to politics." I left out a giggle.

"I never cared about politics." He kept his eyes on me. He was reading me. I smiled even wider. So wide that I felt blood coming out of my cheeks. "Have you read my book?"

I completely forgot the stupid book. It was playing silent treatment on me. Stupid book. "It didn't speak to me."

"That's the idea with books. They are meant for reading, not speaking." I didn't question why he knew I was talking literally.

"I don't read."

"You should. It can be very lonely in here." He smiled to me.

"Like you know." I murmured under my breath.

"What did you say?" His face was telling me that he already knew.

"Nothing!" I laughed. I started spinning again.

"It's enough for this day, Rebecca. Time to go back to your cell." Guard took me by the shoulder and walked me away. I was able to get a glimpse of Dick speaking on a phone his back facing me.

When I was back in my cell I picked the book from the floor. I took it to my bunk and looked at it.

"My new cousin told me I should read you. What do you think?"

The book stayed silent.

"He seems suspicious, I know. But he is the first living thing who talked to me because they don't have to. Cassidy talks to me because she gets paid. B's parents talked to me because they felt guilty. They wanted to believe that they love me. That locking me away they would forget me. Out of sight, out of mind. That was what they are gonna do to me. They wanna forget me, just like rest of the world." I threw the book away again. It slammed against the wall with a loud smack before it fell down to the floor. I didn't pick it up.

"Locked away. Alone in her cell. Like a puppet on his strings. Like a toy in her box. It's quite funny. B's own parents lock her away so she can be just a toy. We don't have control. Everything just comes and goes and nobody asks a thing from us. We are toys. But we aren't even shiny new ones like everyone else outside these cells. They are wanted puppets. We are shabby and dirty and broken. And we can't be fixed."

I looked at the book on the floor with cold eyes.

"Where is my knife?"

I poked my cheeks. I didn't need knife to do this.

I slowly tried to rip my mouth. Blood started coming out. It brought soothing feeling of pain. But something stopped me.

'But he came to see us.' Small voice said.

"Yeah. Some random Dick came to see us. How lovely." I said sarcastically to the book in the corner.

'But he came. We aren't out of his mind. He even gave you a Christmas present. And he doesn't even know us.'

I stood up and picked up the book. I walked back to my bunk with it.

'You can be fixed.'

Jason is furious. Bruce wasn't still giving up. Doesn't he realize? Crane won. There isn't nothing that he can do about it. Even Poison Ivy's plant can't help him. Gotham was finished. No street to defend, no rooftop to conquer, only fear gas.

Jason knows that at least a moment a go Bruce was located to Stagg's airships. He took all of his men out. He is probably going to find Stagg and try to get him help. There is no need for that. Cloudburst is invincible. There is nothing that Bruce can do.

Jason put drone to wait for Bruce to come out from airship. So far Jason hasn't hear a thing from the drone.

Crane still keeps going on about his speeches. Jason couldn't give less fucks what he is talking about. Jason is just waiting for Bruce to step forward so Jason can kill him.

Suddenly Jason's scanners alert him that Container Yard's entrance is open. "That sneaky little bastard."

Jason waits that Bruce is inside and locks the entrance. It's the only way out. He has him this time.

"Batmobile spotted! Container Yard." Militia commander says.

Jason doesn't know why Bruce is there or how did he got his dear car back but it doesn't matter. He alerts Crane while his commander reports loosing drones.

"I'm glad you got the wheels back. I want a proper fight when we meet." He says to Bruce.

It is almost time.

"Target is lost." His commander reports.

"Find him, sergeant."

It doesn't take long to do that. Somehow Bruce is now inside where most of Jason's tanks are at the moment.

"Batman is here." Militia commander says.

"Surround him! Destroy him!" Are these idiots able to do anything by themselves?

Bruce takes out more drones. His wining.

"I get to be the one who killed this city. Me! Your time will come." Jason knows this city better than anyone. He grew up in these alleys. He slept in these streets. He survived. No, he won. And now he is doing it again.

"Scarecrow, you read me? He took out the container yard drones. He's wasting his time. There's nothing there." Jason tells after Bruce destroyed all of his drones.

"Nothing we know of." It's a miracle that Crane answers. He is too focused on his twisted little games. If that fucker lays even one finger on Barb…

But Jason sees his point. If Bruce is wanting to go there, there must be something. Jason only has few drones down on those tunnels. Bruce must searching something on those metro tunnels. There is no other way.

Maybe another plant? Jason can't find out why. According to Crane's calculations there isn't enough plants in Gotham to remove his gas. But maybe make it weaker. If the gas is so thick that it is able to affect Batmobile then it would be logical for Bruce to try and find another plant. He is trying to find Jason and destroy the cloudburst. Gas is most likely keeping Bruce from using Batwing's scanner.

Jason is right. His scanners report him that another plant is freed and it's right below the church.

"Sergeant, there's a weed grown tall in Divinity Churchyard. Cut it down." Jason gives an order to his men.

"Sending drones in now, sir."

"I own these streets, Dark Knight!" Jason directs his words to Bruce.

Bruce just takes down more of his tanks.

"Confirmed contact with multiple organic defenses. Ivy's still helping him." His militia reports.

"Send in more drones. Ivy backed the wrong man." It is time to die for her. She is just criminal scum.

Bruce is destroying drone after drone. Jason's men are losing.

"You cannot let her harden the bark, we'll never get it down." Jason reminds his men.

"It's like he knows exactly where to strike!" Commander tells. That's why Jason trained them.

Jason only has under ten drones left. "Scarecrow, Divinity assault's taking heavy losses."

"Don't fret. This three won't make any difference. Ivy isn't strong enough to purify Gotham. No one is." Crane stays calm.

"He wiped them out sir. We're gonna need more tanks." Militia commander sounds shocked.

"No. Now he needs to face me." Jason makes his decision. Bruce should have died already. "Batman, just stop. Stop acting like a hero, stop thinking you can save… anything."

Jason keeps a small pause. "Oohh, you've found another tree? Well, I've still got the Cloudburst. You want to finish this? Come to the Bleak Island. Then it'll be over."

It is time to kill the Bat.

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