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Dundee looked at her and nodded. "Good idea. I forgot where the zipper was anyways." he said with a shrug. Well, not like it HAD a zipper . . . he did his best to keep Misty calm.

Meanwhile, Arell smiled at Mattis. "I can usually handle 'im, he's . . . just got a lot t' figger out, doc." he said. In truth, Arell was right. He didn't see Misty split or anything, since he was talking to the engineer and a few of the animal handlers. When he came back, C.J. was frantically looking for Misty, in utter disbelief that she had just flat-out left. Then again, in the villainous underground, he DID have a price on his head. Nobody rescues a wanted woman from the clutches of Fisk and Savage without some sort of retribution.

Then again, he was kinda on the lam, too. REALLY hoping Catgirl didn't show up to pay him a visit.

Meanwhile, Dundee shook Dr. Stevens' hand. "Hi, I'm Dundee Rogers, Blue Lantern Corps. Boy am I glad to see you coming and HIM not!" he said, looking back to seeing C.J.'s dazed body on the ground inside the cell. Contrary to Dr. Mattis' concern, Benoit didn't even leave a dent.

Arell chuckled a little bit. "Yeah, an' they thought I was nuts!" he said . . . well, he saw the other Misty, too . . . did he lose it? Worst case of double-vision I EVER had! he thought. The worst part was, he was sober!

Dundee walked along, letting his aurora of hope do its thing to Misty, give her the confidence to speak up. "You first, Misty." he said, being a gentleman about the thing.

Meanwhile, C.J. stirred. "Aw, ******** me. I'm losin' it. How long 'til EVERY woman I come 'cross looks like her?!" C.J. asked, thinking he had finally and really cracked!

"Ceej, I saw her, too. jus' keep calm and lay down. Ya probably ovahworked yaself to the point of seein' her. I doubt Dun' was dat dumb to take her here, right?" Arell asked, C.J. shook his head.

"Jus' stay calm . . . an' keep away from alcohol. You already in a bad state a' mind!" Arell drawled, moving him to the bunks.

"Just take it easy." Mattis agreed. " You should probably stay rested anyway. With the little bump to the head you took, it would be better for you relax. We'll get everything straightened out." he said, then turned to Arell. "Just let one of the guards know if you need anything. I need to help out the boy. This is... probably above his head a bit." he said, then started down the hallway. Moving to his office to meet with the others.



Misty looked back at Dundee and smiled, feeling better thanks to his Lantern aura. "Thanks." she said, then moved inside the room.

The doctor followed them both in, then offered for them to take a seat. "Well then... I suppose the Lantern let you know why you were asked to come here." he began. "Your friend was arrested earlier for murdering a man in the streets, and-"

"Murder?" Misty asked, shocked.

Stevens blinked and looked back at her. "Er... yes. Weren't you told what had happened?" he asked, then looked to Dundee.


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With no other guards about, Vice was free to take a moment's breath. He looked over at the woman spread eagle on the machine. He stared... looked to the panel that she was trying to motion towards... back to her.... back to the panel...

and then quite shamelessly eyed her up and down. "Damn... how unfortunate that fun looking little thing you're strapped to is in the middle of the hallway." he mused.

Doctor Gray gently closed the door of the room as Joker made himself comfortable. As he began talking, her expression became a little more interested. "Janet Loveless?" she asked as she moved to sit down in the chair across from the couch. "And how do you know her? Any information we have only comes from police reports and past history. She's greatly a New York City based woman...and there was never any mention of you." she asked. Her tone interested.

Doctor Gray smirked a bit. It was the only expression she could muster other than annoyance. Of course she'd have to pull teeth... why wouldn't she have to pull teeth?

"Ah... suppose I'm more used to taking the conversational approach." she said. "I enjoy a good conversation... don't really like to try and tell people who they are or how they feel. Janet has been... less than cooperative. Partially because she's purposefully being difficult, and partially because... well we're not sure she even CAN be cooperative with us." she said, then glanced down at her folder. Perhaps she could just talk herself... see if he added onto anything... or see if she could exchange some information or something of the sort.

"It is interesting that you mentioned knowing about her daughter... considering WHY she was caught and brought to Arkham. We assumed she had some sort of problem with children... given what she has been doing for the past few weeks... but the only child we can find ever existing is one that died years ago."

Doctor Gray took note in the slight... change in body language Joker displayed as he spoke about the girl. She made a mental note about it, then momentarily tried to decide weather to press the topic of the child... or... wonder about the similarity with the description of the girl to Janet's latest victims.

"Another girl..." she said, contemplatively. "So that's who "Rosie" is... makes a few of her outbursts make a little more sense. She has spoken of a "Rosie" she needs to get to when Janet has tried to escape before. The police had quite a time trying to keep her in jail. Which is.... interesting. All things considering... " she said. Letting the last sentence linger a bit.

"Have you ever met the child before?" she asked.

Dundee smiled at Misty with a reassuring nod and walked in. He listened, but looked at Misty, over at the doctor and back at Misty. "C.J. attacked Vandal Savage. Killed him." he said. "Apparently he thought Savage was on his way to attack you again, intercepted him . . . . and went ballistic." he explained . . . he was just as surprised as she was when he saw it. The fistfight, Savage throwing him into the hardware store . . .

"Look, doc. maybe I oughta bring in the Flashback!"

Okay, but do your best to behave yourself!

"Pssh, okay. It's for the readers anyhow."



C.J. staggered out of the department store. The fall through and crashing through several shelves didn't kill him surprisingly. The chainsaw idled as he walked towards Savage. A twisted little smirk upon his face.

"Well, back for more, eh? Perhaps I should finish you off, go kill your little GIRLFRIEND and eat those kids. I needed a good meal." Savage taunted. C.J. stood there. Shaking . . . looking up, he grabbed the other handle of the chainsaw, revving the engine.

"Not . . . my . . . CHILDREN!!!!" he screamed, charging with the saw revving at maximum speed. Savage dodged and threw a punch, the adrenaline in C.J.'s body sped his reaction time up, dodging it, going under and slashed Savage with enough ferocity that would have made Jason Vorhees, Freddy Kreuger and Leatherface all stop and stare in awe as he stood over what he thought was a dead man.

"SEE WHAT HAD BEEN DONE TODAY!!!" C.J. screamed as he turned the saw off and it hit the ground.

"BEWARE, YE CORRUPT SCOUNDRELS! YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY HAS COME, ********> he screamed. The police were all astounded, daring not to go further until Dundee put the hope and faith in them to end his insanity . . . but not without the cry that the boy would have the head of Wilson Fisk next. The bloody, angry young man was taken away, cleaned up, given a trial, and sent to Arkham, with only one stop . . .

Arell had shot and killed four gangsters in cold blood . . . they had to pick him up on the way.

ARKHAM ASYLUM: PRESENT

Arell nodded understandingly. "Thanks, Doc. I'll keep things under control here . . . well as best I can anyways." Arell stated. Surprisingly he was doing a great job at keeping his anger under control . . . for now.

((Edited. Too nasty even for me . . . plus I didn't want to god-mod kill a person. CBJ is too good a person for that, and I'd rather not ruin a friendship over it.))