Mischief and Madness

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I tacked my horse up and rode out into the countryside and I thought I was alone but boy was I wrong, at the end of the path there stood Bruce Wayne. "Phantom" he smiled.

"What do you want?" I quizzed him.

"To show you the right path, you're on a wrong one!" He exclaimed.

"What do you expect when you have two psychopaths for parents" I replied my voice full of sass.

"I know" he said approaching me and taking my horses reins, I tried to walk away but he wrenched my horses head back, and I lost my balance then I was falling from my saddle. "I am sorry for this!" He exclaimed restraining me and I felt a pinch in my neck and i felt a liquid being pushed into my neck, and I found myself passing out.

A few hours later....

I wake up and my vision is blurred but I was sure I could see bars in front of me. "Welcome to your new home sweet heart!" A guard yelled. I could hear screaming and I knew I was in Arkham Asylum.

"You've got to be kidding me" I sighed.

"Better get comfy, you're not escaping any time soon" the guard said and left me. I decided to wrap up my bed sheets and hang them from the ceiling and I hung from my sheets like a ribbon dancer as if the ribbon was suspended in the air. I hung upside down and I watched as the guards were stood outside my cell.

"You know who's more lethal than me?" I quizzed them, they just ignored me.

"My father" I giggled as I spun out of my sheets and landing on the floor. I grabbed one of the guards by their neck and began to choke them, till a guard knocked me back and hit me with their gun breaking my nose. "You...you... Idiot" I sighed with blood running down my face and into my lips.  I could feel my psychopath side making itself present, I could see how my mother and father became crazy in here. My food came that evening but me being stubborn I didn't want it and only ignored it.

A book was slid into my cell the next day, I looked at it and it was a romantic novel. "Your mothers I believe!" The guard exclaimed.

"Doesn't mean I wanna read it!" I exclaimed and threw the book out of my cell. "I am nothing like my mother!" I yelled and laughed hysterically. I began to pace my cage like an animal. Why wasn't I broken out yet! I have been here for two weeks, I knew my father would be furious and my mother worried. They now had me seeing a psychiatrist and I had attacked four of my previous psychiatrists, I have head butted them, kicked them and I had torn at least four straight jackets. In the asylum I spent most of my time drugged up since I was dangerous.

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