When I woke up, I was in a literal glass box. I wasn't bound, just sitting there in a glass box. I could see all around and I knew I wasn't with Mr J. I looked down, realizing I wasn't in my normal clothes. I was wearing a plain gray dress, black boots, a cuff on each wrist which I hadn't noticed and my watch I grabbed from the closet from Joker's. I got up, and felt a sharp pain in my right thigh. I looked down and there was obvious stitches. What the hell.
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I limped to the wall of the glass room, and seeing that this room was in the center of a much larger room, which was white and spotless except for the few things littering the room. Crap. This was one of Batman's plans. I noticed his suit in a big glass case. Then there was the huge weapons stock full of guns on the other side of the room. I didn't see anyone except for on the balcony I just realized there was, on the suit side of the room.
I banged on the glass, realizing it was deflective glass. It was enough to spark the man on the balcony's interest and he started walking toward the glass box. Through what I could see of the balcony, it was super dark. Most likely night. "Hey B-Man. I know it's you okay? Just let me the hell out." I tried to keep calm with a psychotic smile on my face.
He came over and I recognized that face. Bruce Wayne. Holy shit. The biggest face of all of Gotham happened to be it's biggest face of protection. "Oh I don't think you're going anywhere, Adair." "How do you know MY name?" I could talk and hear fine through this deflective glass apparently. "You killed my girlfriend. Of course I know you're name. And you're a sick cold bitch. But it's not your fault. I could use your help. That's what I need." "Hahahaha you're really a laugh, Wayne. You killed my damn brother. And you're about the past person I want to help right now." With that, I sat down cross legged in the glass room. He came to the glass in rage, slamming his fist against the glass so hard it did make a small crack.
"Look, Adair. You killed Claire and I could easily kill you and I bet that Joker wouldn't even care. He's only using you." That was it. I'd just about had it with him. But I was stuck in a box where he could easily kill me. "Fine Batman. What the hell do you want?" I needed to get back to J. If this is what it took, he was worth it. I loved him. I needed him.
