Gotham City

- chapter 5 -

All I could saw was darkness. The definition of darkness is the absence of light. You can not see darkness. You can not touch darkness. Darkness can not exist with light. Darkness can not be explained. Darkness only comes when everything else has gone. Darkness is nothing, then darkness is everything. People who are unable to stand within the dark places of life, those who are always running towards their happy places, are the same things as candles without flames. There is no worth in a candle without a flame, and we only add the flame when there is darkness. Without darkness, there would be no need for warriors and angels. Warriors are not made because the whole world is happy and angels were not formed because there are no demons. Be of worth, have a flame.

I was scared. I was alone. Darkness is a natural fear, one that takes the things you love most, the most valuable innocence, and turns them against you. The struggle is to see past the illusions, and see the light in your fear.

As soon as the bus stopped, I felt a cold iron that hits me across the neck, making me fall. After a few minutes I felt my head explodes. I managed to open my eyes. I was in the middle of a room with concrete walls, hands tied behind the chair where they put me. The room was dirty. The strong smell of mold and dirty water spread through the room. Behind me was a thick cell with iron bars. Inside was a small bed, some sheets and a broken toilet. If he thinks he can close me here, away from the city, he is so wrong. We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creations.

A footfall came after the large door that leads you here. It was open. The two masked men entering it. I was confused. I did not know where the hell I was, and what is worse, don't even know If I am near Gotham anymore. The light was strong. I could not keep my eyes open. That man who is wearing a clovn make-up and a purple suit, walking in the room. I have seen him before. He is the murderer who blew the old police department while my father was inside. A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.

" Wake up, princess! " , he screamed into my face. " When they told me you are Gordon's daughter I imagined something ugly. " , he said, shaking his hands around his face. " But you, well, you are beautiful. " , he finished the sentence, taking my face in his hand.

I could barely open my eyes. They burn. I had my cheeks clenched between his fingers. I was disgusted. I was unsure of his next move. Then, he gave me a powerful punch, making me look in the opposite direction. I taste blood in my mouth. His kick was strong, breaking my bottom lip.

" But unfortunately, I need informations. " , he said.

He was down on his knees. We were both draws. We were face to face.

" Now, we could do this beautiful, or we could shake things a little bit. " , he said with a nasal voice.

He took off the tape from my mouth, letting me do the talking. He can take every part of my body and throw the dogs, but I am not going to tell him anything. I hate clowns. I can not sit next to them.

" Go to hell. " , I said, looking deep into his dark eyes.

When I was little my dad always told me that I am strong. He always says: you have to fight, even if you are down. And I did that. I fight and I was strong. And I do it for him.

" You've chosen. " , he said, hitting me again. " Tell me 'bout that Arkham Project. " , he asked.

" I do not know! " , I screamed.

He hit me harder. The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars. The fact that he uses aggressiveness, makes me realize that his past is not happy. But even my past is dark, and here I am, do not hit anybody.