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 15 – Beginning
Jason is ready. He has six Cobra tanks ready to shoot Bruce down. His militia informs him that the bridges are raised. It must be Bruce's work. He is here.
Arrogant fool. Does he really think that he has a change against Jason and six cobras? Cloudburst is invincible. Bruce has nothing that can penetrate its armor and Jason has powerful cannons on his side. He knows how Bruce thinks. This time he has the upper hand.
"We've lost a Cobra. Maintaining search pattern." Commander informs Jason.
Already? He certainly isn't wasting his time. Good. It wouldn't be fun without a proper fight. "It's over Batman. Gotham's dead!"
This time Crane isn't stopping him. This is his moment. The moment when Bruce goes down.
Commander informs that the bastard took another Cobra down. "Look around, Batman. Look at all good you've done." Jason points out sarcastically.
He has to admit that Jason is quite pleased with himself. He has brought Gotham onto her knees under Bruce long nose. Something that nobody else wasn't able to do.
Shit! He got only tree Cobras left in the field. But he still has the upper hand.
Jason checks every alley with his 360° scanner. To his disappointment he finds absolutely nothing.
Just after Jason loses his forth Cobra, Crane steps in. "Your escort is almost done, Knight. Protect the Cloudburst, withdraw."
"He can't defeat me. The Cloudburst is too powerful." Jason argues.
Crane has some nerve trying to order Jason around. Without Jason Scarecrow wouldn't even have Cloudburst. Jason doesn't give a shit about his plans. He is just like any other lunatic.
"Cobra tank down. Holding formation." Militia commander says.
"What do you think you're doing?" Crane asks.
"Finishing the job." Jason's voice is cold and determent.
"This is not the plan that we agreed upon." Crane's tone stays calm but Jason can sense the heat behind the surface.
"It's the plan that works." Jason is done taking orders from that sack. This is his operation now. "Scarecrow can choke on his toxin, Batman. He wants you to suffer. I just want you dead."
Then the last Cobra is destroyed.
Jason's personal tank is better than Cobra. It's quicker, it's weapons are better and it's armor is stronger. Jason knows that eventually Bruce has to come out of his hiding spot and it will be his end.
Tank jolts slightly and Jason's scanner finds Batmobile immediately. Time to die, Bruce.
Jason sends few missiles but Bruce is able to dodge them. He tries to make quick turns to shake off Jason from his trail.
"No escape!" Jason shouts.
"He is trying to overheat the Cloudburst. Leave now." Crane orders. It breaks Jason's concentration and Bruce gets away.
"He cannot win!" Jason curses.
"You will have your change to kill him." Crane says.
"I'm not waiting anymore." Jason has waited long enough.
Jason runs a quick scan but still finds no signs of Bruce. "I don't need permission to kill you."
Fear gas has cleared the streets of Gotham. First time in ages there is no criminal to be found. Only empty streets and two tanks playing a game of cat and mouse. Just two of them. Nobody to stop Jason from killing Bruce this time.
Bruce strikes again. It's only his second hit. Jason's tank can takes dozens more.
"Let me show you what real damage looks like." Jason says when he spots Batmobile.
Bruce tries to shake Jason off by driving into a tunnel. Jason easily keeps him on his sights. There is no escape for this time.
"Coward!" Jason grins when the tunnel ends.
Bruce finally gets away just barely missing Jason's missiles. Jason is angrier than ever and double checks every alley there is in Bleaks Island.
"The Cloudburst is not a bait, Knight. It's mine." Crane's voice says from the radio. His anger shines through.
"And Batman is mine."
When Bruce doesn't show up in while Jason tries provoking him out. "You tried so hard, for so long. But what are you, really? You're just a man in a suit, playing hero."
Jason's tactic seems to work since Bruce fires another shot. Jason follows Batmobile but his militia was right about its movements. They are difficult to track. But Jason knows the driver better than anyone else from Bruce enemies.
"Stay and face me!" Jason grows tired playing cat and mouse.
For a moment Bruce slips out of Jason's scanners but he manages to find him again. "Gotcha in my sights!"
To Jason's disappointment Bruce slips away once again after couple minutes of chasing.
"The Cloudburst won't withstand another strike. Retreat." Even though Crane is right Jason can't back away now.
"No. This is to the end." If Bruce hits again Cloudburst will overdrive but tank will not. Jason still has his change to kill his old mentor.
"You don't deserve friends. You don't deserve anyone!" Jason guides his speeches back to Bruce. Jason had waited to say those words for an eternity now. "Before I'll kill you, you'll know the truth."
"You could never save Gotham. You've just prolonged its dying, gasping breaths." Jason continues.
Finally Bruce fires his final shot finishing Jason's main cannon. Jason curses but the fight is not over yet.
"You won't win… ever!"
"This ends now!" Jason shouts when Bruce doesn't appear.
Tank gilts violently. Multiple missiles hit it and Jason notices that its armors performance has decreased to half way.
He drives towards where the hits came but Batmobile is quicker than he thought and another cannon hits Jason's tank. Batmobile hides behind a building but it can't hide forever. "Fight me, Batman!"
Bruce uses the same tactic. He hits, dives safety and waits for a new opportunity. He hides behind corners waiting for Jason to make a mistake.
"There you are!" But Batmobile dodges behind another building.
Several hits and threats later Bruce finally overdrives the Cloudburst. Jason doesn't have any other way than open the tanks shutter. He manages to track his upper body out before collapsing against the machine. Fear toxin hits him hard and he can't get up. He feels how Bruce takes him and grapples away just in time to avoid Cloudburst's detonation. Both men land the rooftop roughly.
Bruce is struggling to get up and Jason sees his opportunity. He quickly is over Bruce strangling him. They both are weak because their quick expose to toxin but Bruce manages to have an upper hand. He rolls over Jason and starts hitting him to the face repeatedly.
Just when Jason thinks it's over Bruce quits and stands up holding his head. It must be the fear gas getting to his head. Jason doesn't feel very well either and he quickly grapples away when Bruce turns around.
Jason can already hear Joker's laughter. He sees his smile around every corner. He can't hear Crane's angry threats to Batman or anything else. Just insane laughter echoes through his head. And failure.
"Rebecca?"
I lifted my head. I had a new cell. Or it wasn't a cell anymore. I wasn't anymore prisoner. Now I was classified as a patient. It had been good luck that Asylum had been closed after Arkham City. Moving out of prison section was almost impossible in there. At least I never heard anything about healing patient back there. Mr. Freeze for example wasn't crazy or evil. But he was kept at deep-frozen chamber until all the villains were let free to Arkham City.
"You evening meal." Locker opened and I saw poor macaroni doze on the plate. Next to it was my evening pills. Asylum's food wasn't tasty but I ate it anyway to gain back my old weight. I was badly underweight when I got here three and half months ago.
One of the pills helped me sleep. I suffered from nightmares but according to Cassidy it was pretty normal after what I experienced. According to her if I managed to maintain my progress I would be demobilized in a month. I was doing well. I should be proud of myself.
Punch Line was losing. She was only an extra voice in my head with no real power.
'How naïve. You really believe that those pills will help you? That it makes your nightmares go away?'
I ignored her. If she didn't get enough detention she would eventually fade away. I swallowed my pills and waited them to affect me. She would go away. Just needed to ignore her.
I kept my eyes on the clock. I counted seconds in Spanish. I only studied Spanish for a year and I skipped most of my classes during that time. But it was a vise choice because it needed my full concentration.
'I think you are underestimating my power.' Punch said in my head. She was sometimes in my sighs like now. I saw her even though I kept my eyes closed.
'Way to be a party pooper. Have some fun. We haven't seen blood in a while. You know that me plus blood is equal to fun.' She gave me a wink. For my luck I fell asleep quickly as my medicine kicked in.
Of course I had nightmares. It's funny, people think after time flies by you wouldn't get scared by the same things over and over again. Those people have never seen nightmares about him.
"You look horrible." Dick first comment was when he saw me. We were at the visitor center. I was allowed to have visitors without glass between us but it was my request to keep my visits here. And by visits I meant Dick because he was the only one who came to see me.
"Thanks." I wasn't feeling like meeting people. I had huge dark circles around my eyes and I was on a grumpy mood anyway. I wasn't good with people at my best but this was a low note even for me.
"C'mon, Bee. Don't be so grumpy all the time." Dick joked.
I gave him a look. My smiling scars were still noticeable.
"Yeah. About those scars…" Dick clearly knew what I was thinking.
"If you are gonna say that they aren't even that easy to notice I will break this glass and stab you." I crossed my arms and glared him.
"You hear that a lot?"
"Every single doctor and psychiatrist that I meet says that."
"No, I wasn't going to say that. Has anyone suggested you surgery?" Dick asked sounding serious. He was usually always cracking jokes so this was rare.
"Yeah. But this is America and it costs money. Which I don't have." I said. I already guessed what he was going to say.
"I can pay that." And I was right.
"Richard Grayson, you are a fucking idiot. You've known me couple weeks or something. You can't just come in and pay something this big. It isn't small amount."
"Money isn't a problem." He had a weird look at his face. Almost guilty. But he covered it quickly with his trademark grin.
"I didn't mean that. I'm sure old uncle-Brucey will loan you some couple million dollars. But it is a problem for me. I was stupid. I did something wrong and got to jail. If I acted like I should have I wouldn't be here with an extra voice in my head and stupid tattoos and scars."
"Hey. Don't be so harsh on yourself."
"Time is up." Guard came to me. I stood up and gave an eye roll for Dick as a goodbye. He stood up too and watched me when I walked behind the guard.
Horrible noise jumped me. I didn't control myself. I fell to the ground covering my ears. I couldn't close my eyes.
'Bitch, did you think that was gonna be that easy to get rid of me?'
"What did you do?" I whispered with terror.
'You delusional fuck! I didn't do anything. I'm only in your head, remember?' Punch Line laughed.
"What?" She was telling the truth. It was someone else. First thing that I noticed was that the guard was poking me to get up. There was also a calm voice telling something on loudspeakers.
"You need to get back in your room." Guard spoke. I stood up but I was immediately knocked back to the ground. The guard fell next to me. His head was pierced with a pen. He was dead.
"Prisoner has escaped on level one…" The voice said. I was on level one.
I was too shocked to make a noise so I turned my gaze and saw tall man towering me. He had scars all over his body. I knew who he was. Victor Zsasz was one of the craziest prisoners that I saw back in the asylum. He has a habit of killing people and marking their deaths on his skin. And now he was looking at me.
I screamed on top of my lungs as hard as I could. I backed away on the floor but it was useless.
Zsasz was suddenly knocked out and I saw Dick behind him. He didn't have any weapons but somehow he managed to break through a glass and knock out dangerous lunatic.
"What? How?" I managed to get out of my mouth.
"Luck. Get up." He didn't wait me, he just took my arm and pulled me up. He guided me through the hallways. Then he suddenly pushed me into a locker and I heard the lock click.
'Not this again.'
"Hey! What the fuck you think you are doing?" I got my voice back.
"Just stay quiet. I'll be right back." And then he just left.
'Wow. What a hero.'
Scarecrow's gas is gone. Just like that. One minute it was filling the streets and suddenly it just clears away like nothing happened. Well it is replaced by some pollen. It makes my nose tickle but it is still better than toxin.
Now I can see what is happening on the streets. Bodies are lying everywhere. None of those deaths was easy.
I carefully land to the streets. It's quiet and it is much easier walk a regular street than jump over buildings. Most of the thugs are dead or gone. But I can't let my guard down.
It would probably be vise to find a safe hiding spot and stay there but none of my actions are usually vise so why start now. This is so going to be death of me.
It feels nice just walk even I'm possibly minutes away to be beaten or raped or worse. Last year I've stayed indoors avoiding people. Spending all of my time to be careful and avoid attention. Odds are against me. Why not try walking on a street like I normally should do. Act like regular people if you count out criminals who are controlling city.
It can't be that hard.
I regret my decision almost immediately. Even though it is easier just walk a street than being on the rooftops it is not easy to look at all the bodies lying around. There is so many. This is horrible. Nobody deserves to die like this.
I just can't believe how many people have died. Scarecrow truly destroyed Gotham. I've never seen anything like this. And I've seen lot of horrible things. More than most people at least.
I walk couple blocks further and then climb back up. It's better to play it safe. Night is almost over. I don't know what happens when the morning comes but it will be nice to see sun again. Or it would but because this is Gotham and in Gotham is always raining.
I decide to sit little while. I let the rain fall to my face and limps. Occasionally a lightning strikes bringing some light. I always had liked thunder. In a weird way it makes me relax. At least it brings some variety to the weather. Nature's way to clean itself.
This all seems so final. Like an era is coming to its end. This massive strike into Gotham, all the villains teaming up… What is going to happen to Gotham?
A/N: Sorry for a short chapter. I'm not happy with this chapter but I need to go to sleep so here you go. Please let me know what you think.
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