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The City of Terror, Insanity, and Romance; The City of Gotham

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"I'm crushed! You don't like the fantasy world I've created for you?" -Jervis Tetch, Mad Hatter

Taking deep breaths, Krysta tried to relax herself. Obviously the man had great affection for her due to some hallucination that he is in Wonderland... So, if she denies the world he should stop correct? She was a psychology student, she could do this.

"Hatter..." She said slowly, not yet turning around. His breath was tickling her ear as he stood close behind her.

"Alice?" His voice was a deep whisper, much more threatening than the hyperactive one he had used earlier. The young blonde closed her eyes, trying not to focus on the closeness of the man.

"I am not Alice. My name is Krysta, I am an intern at Arkham Asylum. We can help you there if you let us." She said in monotone, showing no fear. She maintained composure until the man behind her gripped her arms and spun her around. There were a few locks of hair over his eyes, but she could clearly see in those eyes he had become hysteric.

"What!? Alice...oh Alice, why are you talking like the doctors! You are Alice, you are! Don't speak those words!" He yelled in her face, making her flinch.

"No, I'm not Alice! Now leave me be Hatter." She stood her ground, looking into the wild eyes. She hoped he would stop, if only she wasn't mistaken...

Grabbing a thin glass vase from the table, Hatter smashed it on the table beside them, making the large piece left in his hand sharp.

"NO!" He shrieked, swinging the sharp glass at her face. The intern ducked, suffering only a small cut on her cheek before sprinting down the halls, Hatter on her heels. She thought to scream, but knew in a hotel of criminals she was on her own, she only hoped Crane was alright...

Running forward, she saw two large doors that seemed to go to a ballroom, knowing it was her only chance, she ran forward, flinging herself into the doors...

"It's going to be one of those nights."-Bruce Wayne, Batman

Being pulled forward, Wayne had to admit he wasn't in a good spot. The Joker was raised on a platform with Ashley, out of easy reach, and he was completely surrounded on all angles. The criminals were everywhere. He also could tell they all weren't just hired goons, some were high-class criminals, and it was obvious not one of them would like the Bat.

"You won't get away with this Joker." He said confidently, pulling away from the grasp of the goons bringing him in. The room was filled to the rim, all eyes on him. He shifted uncomfortably, sizing up each opponent.

"Oh there ya go Batty! Making those threats of yours! Hate to say it though, it's a lie this time... it seems you're a TAD bit outnumbered...hahahaha!" Joker cackled and kicked his feet as the men surrounded Batman, all armed with weapons intended beat him to a bloody pulp. Batman raised his fists, ready to take them all on.

"I saw...Oblivion! I saw that...we are all the same, stuck on a miserable loop that demands salvation, so I gave it." -Victor Zsasz

Running...running...she felt like it would never end.

There were criminals everywhere, and she was pushing through them, finding her way to the center of the room. She had lost Hatter in the crowd, but she was in a whole new danger. She was in the main event. The whole "party" was there, and attention was on her. She had interrupted whatever thing was about to happen.

Finally stumbling to the center of the room, she was in a cleared out circle. Batman was there, staring at her. She stopped, finally getting to catch her breath, when she finally got a clear look around. There were eyes everywhere...cold..murderous eyes. The eyes of a predator when you save it's prey. She was frightened. They were about to kill Batman, and she had stumbled in and interrupted their celebration. Looking around for something to save her, she spotted Ashley. Her boss and friend was too far away though, and raised above the mass of people. The only friendly person there was Batman, and he had his own life to save as well, which she doubted was possible with this mess.

Trying to decipher a plan of escape, her eyes were brought straight ahead when a man stepped from the crowd. Her eyes widened. The man was smiling psychotically, his bright blue eyes filled with amusement. He had no shirt, and was wearing the normal orange prisoner pants. His skin was pale, and covered in scars like tally marks...one for each person he killed. Victor Zsasz... her nightmare. His head was bald, clearly showing the four vertical slashes on it. The fifth cut had not been sliced into his flesh yet, he was saving that one for when he could kill Batman. She didn't want to know where he would slice his skin for her...

"Look what stumbled in!" He said loudly, laughing at her helpless state. The intern stepped back, fear in her eyes. Zsasz was her true fear, he had almost killed her once before. She had been invited to swim at Ashley's mansion on the hill behind the asylum on Arkham Island. It was there that Zsasz had grabbed her from behind, knife to her neck. She found out later he had escaped to kill her. Crane had had to fight the man off, and she survived. Soon after, Zsasz escaped. Knowing his nature not to leave things undone, she knew he was after her, the thought had frightened her for months...

"Leave me be Zsasz..." She whimpered out, sounding much less commanding then she intended, her fear taking over. She wasn't going to escape, not on her own. Zsasz had his favorite knife in hand, signaling her death.

"Hah! I don't think so... Are you scared? Listen to that little pathetic voice of yours..." He said, beginning to circle her, drawing closer every couple steps. He reached forward a bit, sliding the knife gently along the puffy end of her Alice dress. "What's this? Had some fun with Hatter?" He mocked her, making the room chuckle. She glared, trying not to show her fear despite her shaking fists.

"No! And leave me alone!" She yelled at him, breaking his calm as he lunged forward, aiming the sharp blade at her neck...

"The sinister Scarecrow is free once more - a living heart attack loose in the dark!" -Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow

Watching Zsasz, Crane was easily able to spot when he snapped, he was his patient after all. Turning a lever beside him, he began chuckling. It was time he made his appearance.

"That's enough!" He bellowed into a microphone, gaining everyone's attention including Zsasz's who stopped his knife just before the girl's throat. Crane knew he had called it close, but it made it all the better, Krysta's fear would only make his disguise better. "This show isn't yours to steal Zsasz... I think it's my turn...What do you fear? Scarecrows...?" He walked down from a balcony that was on the side of the ballroom. The room looked at him in confusion. He smiled under his new mask, his costume had the intended affect.

To create his new persona, Crane had to create an identity. It was the only way to achieve his secret goal and maintain his job. He had become Scarecrow... and he had done it all through. He wore a mask that had the eyes and mouth cut sloppily, stitches going across the mouth hole to give a scarier look. The mask flared at the bottom to drape over his shoulders and chest, since he wore no shirt. He had a rope tied around his neck for the scarecrow affect, and the rope laid on his chest as well. His pants were a similar fabric to his mask, and were stitched all over. On his hand was his greatest weapon, a large claw that had needles on each finger, needles filled with his precious fear toxin.

As he walked down the stairs, he eyed the vents around the room. Just in time, the vents were pouring out his precious gas, and the show was about to begin. He would save his lovely intern, and strike fear into the hearts of all the criminals, showing them what he was capable of. They would know true fear... they would live it..

"Haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?"-The Joker

Looking to the lovely woman in his arms, Joker was no fool. He knew the "Scarecrow" or whatever was up to something.

Scooping her tight in his arms, he stood and eyed the room. There, what he was looking for. The Scarecrow had begun to flood the room with a gas... looking closer, he noticed it was causing people to scream in horror. Deciding against screaming to death and breaking his movie star grin, Joker walked to a closet where he stuffed many of his gags and fun things and pulled a gas mask on himself, of course it had a smile painted on it. He grabbed another and placed it on Ashley, making sure she pulled it tight. She shifted in his arms, looking back.

"Someone grabbed Krysta..." She said, her voice a bit muffled by the mask...and the thousand screaming people.

"It will be fine dear, worry for yourself..." He said, squeezing her tight. He looked to the security camera and waved, then motioned to his face. Soon many of his guards flooded the room, all with emergency gas masks. Ashley couldn't deny it, the sight of a whole line of gas mask clad guards was frightening, especially when they turned inward to face each other, making an aisle for Joker and herself. Joker set her down on her feet, laughing as he spun her.

"Come now! Let us have the first dance!" He said, dancing with her down the aisle made by the guards like they were in a normal ballroom and didn't have gas masks on.

Trying not to pay attention to the man spinning and waltzing with her, she looked around, regretting it instantly. Screaming men were frantically gripping at the guards, trying to reach in and clawing at their own faces and any faces near them. All over people were crying out and fighting one another, seeing their worst nightmares. The image terrified her. Joker with his smiling gas mask, the seemingly never ending line of gas mask guards, and the apocalypse of people on the outside of the human shield on her sides. She didn't understand how Joker was so happy, but she didn't want to be grabbed by one of the people outside the guards, so she moved in closer to him.

"Ashley dear... I love you, I'm sorry the party was cut short." He said softly in her ear. She looked up, barely making out his eyes through the mask.

"Joker, it's fine. Just, get me out of here please... It's freaking me out." She said, pulling close to him as Joker led them out the main doors to the sidewalk, she could hear police sirens in the distance. "Thank God..." She said in relief, removing the gas mask to breathe the night air. Joker removed his as well, never losing his smile as he looked at her.

"So babe, want to get dinner?"

Hope it was good...not sure how I feel about it. I was really stuck on what to do. Reviews are lovely...