Chapter 5

A Chapter by Sanova Saenz

Sanova's POV

"Phobia. You just never learn to stay out of trouble, do you?" The gruff voice asked as I retreated.

"Hey, get the f**k away from her!" Skitz yelled from the end of the hall. He threw a knife and the suited man barely dodged it as he threw his own knives which imbedded themselves into Skitz's arm, making him yell in pain.

The second that the Batman turned and faced me, I threw a punch.

Of course, it didn't do anything.

Batman and I started swinging and hitting, of course I was the only one shedding any blood considering I wasn't covered head to toe in kelvar like someone.

Batman kicked me and I fell back into the glass window, the glass ready to shatter at any second.
"Get away from her!" Skitz yelled, pulling his gun and shooting at Batman, trying to get a good shot at his face. Batman turned and grabbed Skitz, throwing him into the wall.

I made a move to help Skitz, but the glass shattered beneath me, sending me flailing down the ten stories. Right before I hit the pavement I-

"Sanova! Wake up, you're having a nightmare," Randal said, sitting on my bed. I sat up, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Another one?" I asked. He just nodded and handed me a glass of water to which I thirstily downed. It had been about a year since I met the odd guy. And his parents who just happened to be Harley Quinn and Joker. Surprisingly, I found it quite cool.

"Wait," I turned to face him, "what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Well, I was bored. Aaaaaaand Joker wanted me to wake you up 'cause we got a small gig tonight," Randal replied, looking around the dull room. With a groan, I stood up. "Alright, alright. Out," I grumbled. He chuckled and left, closing my door.

I pulled on my tight black suit. Selina had given me her old one, the halter topped one with the brown utility belt and backpack. I of course ditched the whip, as lovely and kinky as it was, as well as the backpack.

I normally do a lot of running, so I preferred my knee high combat boots. The pouch on the left of my belt was filled with my throwing knives, and on the right was the pouch with my syringes of fear toxin, a gift from Jonathan Crane himself.

I may live in the mad house, but I'm more of Scarecrow's protege.

To top it all off, I pulled my light hair into a tight french braid and put on my mask which resembled Harley's. She wanted some sign to indicate that I was part of our circus group.

"We're leaving." Randal said, opening my door as I was pulling on my gloves. I looked up at the sound of jingling keys.

"Baby!" I exclaimed, taking the keys and ear piece from the suited clown before running down the hall.

"Wait up there, sunshine. Dad wanted me to come with ya," he said, putting his ear piece in.

"Well, I suggest where you keep your hands them, Skitz," I replied, straddling my baby. I put the key in and heard the quiet purr of the motorcycle, causing me to smirk. I looked at Skitz's suit.

It was basically just a reverse of his father's suit, green on the outside of it, purple on the inside, white grease paint, red lips, black eyes, green hair.

He sighed and got on the back. "He said ta meet 'em at the bank."

"Alrighty," the garage opened and I felt his fingers dig into my hips as I sped down the dark streets of Gotham.

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