17-year-old Hayley Kane, the cousin of Bruce Wayne. She's been hearing things for a while, but she's fine. Completely fine... Right?
Nothing belongs to me but Hayley and her story
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Wakey Wakey- Eggs and bakey~
Get up!
She flinches awake, looking around the unfamiliar room. Slowly Hayley remembers the previous night- breaking out of Ahrkam, being 'rescued' as the funny man had put it, and Ritches death Man shes gonna miss the weirdo.
She sighs, pushing up on the large bed to observe her surroundings. One of the four walls was completely made of windows facing the city, Hayley moved over to peer down at the acursed city.
They look like ants.
Useless ones!
Hayley giggles, turning to the three sets of double doors. One had to lead to the hall, the other two were probably a bathroom and closet. Ooh clothes! She skips towards the closest door, pulling it open to find a pristine white tiled room- bathroom- She shivers, scrunching her face pulling the door closed.
Not that one.
She walks the four steps to her right to the next set. Pulling it open she cheers when she sees rows of dresses. All in bright colors and pretty patterns, Hayley strolls up to the first rack, finding floor length dresses that felt soft to the touch. She stood running her fingers aganst it for several minutes until she heard a knock from outside the closet and room.
Stepping back into the room she looks at the last set of doors with a head tilt. The person on the other side knocks again.
Hayley pulls the door open slightly gazing up at the funny man with wide eyes. Galavan smiled tightly at the shorter blonde. "Hayley, If you could join us in the dining room that would be lovely." She nodded, not speaking as she gazed at the man- she knows him.
She knows she does!
Galavan smiled again, but looking at his eyes- Hayley could see the anger and something else burn behind the brown. Something Hayley was familar with.
Jealousy.
Whoever he was- he was jealous.
Jealous of lil old us! HA!
He returns her nod turning and walking down the hall to her right. Hayley glances back into the room as she steps out closing the door behind her. She runs in the direction she had seen him go, grunting as a shiver down her back caused her to snap her neck upward and right.
Hayley winces, stepping into the ornate room, glaring at the cooky cannibal who growled at her like a chihuahua. She bares her teeth in resemblance to a grin as she takes the open spont next to Jerome.
"Lovely, now that everyone is here... We may begin." Everyone turned to Theo Galavan who sat atop the head of the table. "First we will have the boys stir up some trouble atop the newspaper building, You will have seven people to use as a canvas." He smiles, peering at the group. Hayley frowns, slumping in her seat.
"Fucking Bitch."
She giggles when everyone turns to looking at her. She turns to her right laughing harder when she meets eyes with Jerome who joins.
The two laugh ignoring everyone else in the room. "Enough!" The duo stop, turning the smile at Galavan who had slammed his fist against the wood of the table. Hayley says nothing as the big eared man continues with his grand master plan to introduce the mainacs.
Heh Maniacs.
She smiles at her thoughts, ignoring Galavans voice flinching when her wrist spasms. Quietly she blows a rasberry at Jerome who grinned at the blonde.
When Galavan finally finishes, Hayley leans over to whisper in Jeromes ear "MAniacs!" The ginger turns to look at the girl a confused grin on his face. "What?" She mimics his grin, gesturing to the group sitting around the large table.
"Maniacs."
She giggles again, leaning back in her seat. Jerome chuckles, looking at the other inmates before grinning in understanding. Galavan watches the matching grins on their faces- a sense of something resembleing fear forming in the pit of his stomach.
Jerome peered over the ledge with a grin, watching the body fall fall fall- splat!
"Perfect." He chuckled.
Down below the bodies began to form the word invisioned in his head sense the words left a certian girls lips. "Next, Mr. X." The body went down down down. All that was missing was a little kick.
The ginger turned to the last remaining peice. "What shall we do with the...Spare?" He turned on the ledge with a frown. Ooh! The jumped down, bouncing towards the tied man.
"I know."
He sprayed the '!' along the mans front quickly. Twirling to look at the muscle of the group. "Aaron, Would you'd kindly." The large man chucked the screaming body bellow finishing the message.
"Mainax!" Aaron droned, reading the bodies bellow.
"Now thats a headline." Jerome cackled at his own joke, the group admiring their masterpiece.
