Sometimes things just go bad. Boy, didn’t they know that. Tim Drake opened his eyes and saw that he was handcuffed to a wall. He moved his hands a few time and knew that these chains wouldn’t budge. He looked around the room he was currently in. Bruce was in a cell opposite to him. He was conscious, maybe. His eyes were closed, but he seemed aware of everything that was going on. Robin looked to his left. Barbra! What was she doing here? She wasn’t going with them to stop Bruce from losing his money.
“Barbra?” He questioned. She looked over at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Dad and I were getting lunch and then they took us.”
“Gordon’s here, too?” Tim’s eyes widened. “Who took you two?”
“Some man in leather,” She paused for a moment as her memory served her, “He had yellowish glowing eyes, like Ra’s.”
“It must be Shar’s brother,” Bruce now spoke.
“I thought he was dead.”
“Not anymore.”
“So how are we going to get out of here?” Barbra questioned.
“We don’t,” Bruce replied.
Great, that’s just what Tim wanted to hear.
---Else Where---
Shar crept down in her Batgirl disguise as she surveyed the building. There were guards on the outside. She glanced over at Azrael who was standing calmly. How she envied him right now, her anxiety was bursting through the roof.
“Ready?” She questioned in a slightly shaky voice.
“Yes,” He glanced down at her. “Are you alright?”
“Just stressed,” She hummed. “Haven’t had my medications in a while.” She stood up as she gripped a batarang in her hand. The edges were sharp, perfect for piercing through skin. “And I’m going insane.”
“Let’s go, then,” Azrael jumped off the roof with ease.
Shar watched him and copied him. She spread out her cape as it made her glide down to the ground. Her legs swung out as she slammed her feet into the man’s head. The other man lifted his gun, but Azrael quickly disarmed him and slammed the man’s head into the wall.
“Shall we?” Shar questioned as she placed her hand on the door handle. Azrael nodded and Shar smirked. “Let’s hurt these bitches.”
Shar slammed the door open as she placed a smoke pellet in between her fingers. She walked in confidently. Her cloak flowed behind her clicking heels. A man ran in with a gun, but Azrael through a knife and pierced through his arm, locking it into a wall. The man screamed as the gun was dropped.
“Oh, does that hurt?” Shar whispered in his ear. “It’s nothing like what you’re going to feel!”
“No, please!”
Shar smiled sadistically, “Too late for begging when you decided to point that gun at us.” She slammed the guy’s head into the wall knocking out. She turned towards Azrael who was examining the room.
“Miss Channing,” A voice filled her ears, it was Alfred.
“What is it, Alfred?” Azrael looked at her curiously.
“It’s a trap to go and get Bruce and the others.”
She froze, “What do you mean it’s a trap?”
“Gotham is being destroyed as we speak. Scarecrow has released his fear toxin and there has been a mass breakout at Arkham Asylum.”
“Azrael,” Shar turned to him. “We need to abandon them for right now! Scarecrow has--.”
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أدب الهواةShar Channing, the new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, is in charge of the patient Edward Nigma, AKA The Riddler. Professor Strange confronts Doctor Channing about her unconventional ways of treating her patients. Flustered, she tries to leave the as...
