The Ones Not Saved

Winifred June

I wasn't saved. Not by Batman or his ward Nightwing, any of the heroes I was told would be there to protect me. I wasn't saved by Batman, I was saved by the Joker. I wasn't spared by the Joker, My life wasn't spared, my mind wasn't spared, the Joker gave me something Batman failed to; he gave me a way out. I would have loved for this story to end with me telling you that The Dark Knight rescued me. He swooped me up in his caped arms and took me off in his batmobile, and I lived my life happily in a new direction.
But that wasn't the case.

I knew my Mom was right when she told me not to move To Gotham. I had just graduated. I was a new lawyer; I passed the bar I was celebrating, and I wanted to work somewhere that mattered, somewhere.
I knew that my voice and my efforts would make a difference. Gotham was the choice, and I never thought in a million years that I would become the target of Gotham's most notorious criminal. I got work in the da's office who's just helping out, and I wasn't anyone of importance yet. I didn't even have my own case. I was helping others,but it seems that my good intentions paved for the pathways here, to the end of this road to the end of this alley. My good intentions were the pathway to my death. Daddy told me to go to Metropolis. Because my mother's family had moved out of Gotham decades ago; but maybe that's why I felt a kinship. A pull to go to Gotham City, in a twisted way, I thought I'd be helping my own kind my own family. I told Daddy Metropolis doesn't have the stories; they already have Superman to save the day, to be everywhere ,see everything, here everything I would make a difference being in Gotham. In Metropolis, I'd be stuck behind some desk highlighting some paper, filingz archiving, pencil pushing work that led me nowhere and helped no one. I guess now. Now I'm thinking highlighting some old case files and archiving them safely. that could have been heaven.

The sad thing is that he doesn't know I'm here Batman, I went to the city without the hero with superhearing. He followed the criminals, the cops in Jokers gang, He didn't know I was tailing. He didn't know I was here. So how could he know to come and save me? How would Batman know how to find me?
I try to make noise. I try to move my body, to let words escape through my lips. But my body doesn't move, and my voice makes no sound. I feel life slowly escaping my body. My muscles are softening but echoing stiff at the same time. It feels like I'm not breathing at all. I know I am, but my lungs are apparently in place besides my breast. Truly stones in these last moments of life. If I prayed , I would pray for the Batman to hear me, but I don't pray, so I simply wish. The first I think I see the can't but I can't be; there's something emerald, green, and yet deep and dark like the night sky, blocking out all the light. For a moment there, I thought this was it, and it's gone. I lost moments..I didn't get to see my life flash before my eyes..I didn't get to think of anything or see anything. Accept the complete and utter darkness surrounding me Till I saw his face. White, bright, eyes piercing and yet absent, because there were no eyes , they were completely void. The deep emerald green blocked out the light of this world, but his skin, exposed, like white chalk. He was towering over me floating, And then he spoke.

"You're past and ready to leave this front."

I took the hooded white figure's hand and began floating above the scene, seeing everything.
"He found me," I exclaimed,
"The Batman found me! He found my body he was there to help!"
"He was too late."
"Can you send me back?", I asked the Specter.
"No," he replied
"Why?" I asked desperately
"You weren't meant to live in his world."

End.