Psychos Can Have Children Too

Chapter 20

your heart pumping way to fast to be alive.

your smile stretches farther than your face can handle.

the feeling of the cool, slick gun in your hands gives you a sense of security.

i was ready.

I've done heists before, small ones with Gwen, but this feeling was new. Small heists gives you a small adrenaline rush, gives you a nice fix so you can last another week.

But when you are sitting in the drivers seat of a heavily armored vehicle and exceeding the speed limit by 50+ mph with a crew of 20 armed men in the back knowing that you are about to do the biggest act of defiance in your life, was much more than an adrenaline rush.

There were 5 cars, each with 20 armed men. Ambushing Arkham Asylum was our goal, killing the bat was my mission. We were ending it tonight and it was all resting on my shoulders. That kind of pressure would have killed any 17 year old girl, but not me. I was more than ready.

The car sped down the highway at its max speed, the grin on my face was contagious as I knew everyone was buzzed on the mere thought of taking over Gotham. Another sharp right and we had arrived. The first car, driven by Joker, crashed through the gates of Arkham.

"We're in!" He laughed manically through our intercom, making me smile more at our small victory.

Our victory came to a sudden end.

The car in front of me came to a quick halt. "Oh shit!" I stomped on the breaks and came to a screeching stop. I breathed heavily and and pressed the mic in my ear to talk to Joker.

"What the hell happened!?"

"Looks like some one came prepared!" Joker replied, all hints of humor gone from his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Basty brought an Army of his own"

"How did he know we were coming?" I seethed to him.

"How am I supposed to know I'm
not the fucking Batman!" I heard a crash followed by a quiet "Shit"

I laughed quietly, despite our situation.

"Everyone! Out!" he yelled over the intercom and we all obeyed, getting out of our vehicles.

The army of cops led by Batman.

The army of thugs led by Joker.

The battle that Gotham has been living for.

I pushed my way through the crowd to get to the front, standing by Joker and Harley. My face matches theirs as our glares settle on the bat.

"It's over Joker!" he yells, earning a crazed laugh from the villain himself.

"Why," Joker's voice drops and he smiles menacingly. "It hasn't even begun"

The first shot was fired loud and clear from Joker. That was our que. With a brain rattling scream, we charged.

My assault rifle has a mind of its own as it blazes through at least 15 men, some thugs and some cops. I didn't really care, to infatuated with the feeling of winning this war.

Nothing is better than the feeling of winning.

I cut through the crowd of good vs. evil, people falling left and right, pools of blood forming like a sea of death. Winning was what I was here for. And my trophy is Batman's head on a stick.

Heart pumping as rage took over my body. Batman was up near the steps to the entrance of Arkham, so that was my next destination.

I felt like a powerful bulldozer, making my own path. I quickly reloaded and reached the steps.

I'm halfway there when a hard right hook lands on my jaw. The world blurs and I land on the concrete steps, tumbling down like a rag doll. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. A foot lands on my stomach and I groan in pain. My vision clears and I jump to my feet.

I spit out the blood and grit my teeth, anger rising along with my adrenaline. Aiming and shooting is all I know now. Head shots, blood and the thick noise of gunshots over the moans of immense pain.

I find who punched me down the stairs and return the favor.

"Robin!" I scream to be heard over the noise. He turns and I kick him hard in the gut. He goes flying through the doors of Arkham and into the asylum. He sputters and coughs as he tries to regain his breath. I sashay in, shooting my rifle through the roof. Daddy always said to make things dramatic. My gun runs out of bullets and I toss it to the side.

Taking my hand gun from its holder on my hip I stomp on his chest to keep him down and point the gun at his head.

"This is for shoving me down the stairs" I say and shoot his leg, just for fun. He cries out in pain and I laugh, sounding like Harley.

I point the gun at his head again. "Bye bye birdie"

I move my finger to the trigger.

"Marah, please" he croaks.

I freeze.

a/n:
so uh yeah...sorry for the radio silence!! gah im a horrible updater. also horrible at writing fight scenes. so v sorry. thank you so much for 3k reads! you guys are the bestest<3