Hello again. I watched the DK Trilogy again and got re-interested in this fanfic so… Let's see how this pans out shall we? Enjoy.

Chapter 2

I woke up with my head swarming, my grogginess almost blinding me. I tried to reach my hands up to hold my head, only to find them tied behind my back. That snapped me out of the haze. Where was I?

I blinked a few times and tried to look around, my head pounding as I did so. It looked like I was in some kind of warehouse. What really got my attention were the other people in here with me, there were about nine of us, five women and four men, and all were unconscious. I saw a shock of red hair and recognition flashed through me. It was the woman I had tried to help in the alleyway before I got…. Kidnapped?

What did the people who took me want? I didn't have much money on me when they chased me, only my weekly pay which honestly wasn't much. I wasn't exactly the prettiest woman in Gotham nor did I have anyone who would pay a huge ransom for me.

Well, Jeffrey would definitely try, but I couldn't fool myself into thinking he would ever be able to get the kind of money kidnappers usually went for. After a few minutes of pondering, I came to the conclusion that they probably thought I would've gotten the police or something, which I honestly probably would have. But hey, didn't need to tell them that, right?

I heard voices coming from up the stairs and I watched as four men descended down the staircase, one of them carrying a semi automatic. The three others had hand guns attached to their belts. The one closest to me had a red scarf wrapped around his neck; he seemed to be in charge. He saw most of my fellow captives still passed out and decided they needed to wake up. He pulled one of the hand guns out and shot off in a random direction, startling the bound people sitting beside me. Some of them cried out in shock.

"Shut the hell up!" The man holding the assault rifle yelled, and the captives complied. The leader stepped forward.

"Welcome." The man said, raising both of his arms, referring to the building. He took a few slow steps backwards. "This is your new home. My name is Barsad."

"Where are we?" One of the bound men asked. Barsad raised an eyebrow at him.

"You need not concern yourself with that. It is not of importance to you." He replied coldly, silencing the man. He was about to speak again when another man walked down the staircase. My eyes widened slightly.

I vaguely recognized him, but how?

He had dark hair, almost black, that was long enough to slightly cover his ears. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a black sweater vest on underneath. He was tall, and incredibly skinny, lanky even; he reminded me of a scarecrow. Glasses covered his icy blue eyes. He looked to be about in his mid thirties.

He panned over all the captives, and his eyes caught mine. I didn't know whether or not to look away from him, so we continued to stare at each other. After a while I couldn't handle the awkward tension between us so I averted my gaze, looking back at one of the captives sitting next to me. I could still feel his eyes on me.

"Ah, Dr. Crane." Barsad had said. I felt the man's eyes look away from me and I looked up as he addressed Barsad.

Crane. I thought. Where have I heard that name before? I knew I recognized it from somewhere, and I desperately wanted to know how. Maybe if I figured it out I had a chance of getting out of here.

"Good afternoon." The man replied, smiling politely. "Are these all my new patients?" Barsad smiled at him warmly.

"All but one." He replied, and he glanced at me. One of the men standing behind Barsad took a step forward.

A brief flicker of hope of them letting me go flashed through me, but it was quickly diminished after my realization that they'd probably kill me sooner than they'd let me be free.

"We found that one in an alleyway, trying to help ginger over there escape." He said, nodding towards the red headed woman sitting a few feet away from me. It made me uncomfortable how they spoke about us as though we weren't even there.

"So why did you take her?" Dr. Crane asked, once again looking at me. Instead of staring back this time, I looked at the cold concrete in front me.

"We were concerned she would've gone to the police." The man answered and Dr. Crane gave a nod of understanding.

"Well no matter." He said. "The more patients the better." And with that, any wild fantasy of me getting out of here was shot out of the sky. I felt the blood drain from my face and moved my knees closer to my chest.

"Alright everyone get up." Barsad ordered us. Reluctantly, we all got to our feet. I almost groaned in pain as a sharp sensation shot up my leg. Oh yea, that was going to be sore for a while. "Move."

They walked us toward huge metal doors and one of Barsad ordered one of his men to open them. The doors swung open and revealed a flight of stairs going deeper into the ground. There was a weird smell coming from down there I noticed as our captors started to move us down. We were walking down into the sewer system I guessed.

When we finally reached the bottom I found my guess to be right, we had indeed walked into sewer system but instead of a river of filth we found a base. Men were walking quickly all around us, most of them holding weapons. I saw there was a second story with a railing, and I wondered how long it had taken to build this place in the middle of the sewer line.

As we all took in our surroundings Barsad and his men started to push us forward once again, making us move towards another set of doors. We continued to walk down hallway after hallway until we reached another staircase, this time leading up. When we reached the top we were met by another hallway with doors lining the walls. It sort of looked like an abandoned hospital.

"Alright. Women stay here. Men continue on to the other hallway off to the right." Barsad ordered, and the men started to move again. Two of Barsad's men started to follow them, including the one with the semi automatic. Barsad, the third man, and Dr. Crane remained with us. Barsad pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. It looked like a list of names.

"You and you," Barsad started, pointing at the two women next to me. "You will be staying in here." He took out a pair of keys and opened one of the doors in the hallway. The unnamed man standing behind them started to push them in.

"Why are you doing this?!" One of the women demanded. Barsad was about to reply when Dr. Crane spoke up.

"For science." He said, an air of finality about him. The man pushed the women into the room and the door shut behind them. Barsad looked at the list again.

"You two," He said, looking at the two women left beside me. He glanced briefly at me, as if remembering I was still there, and seemed to be thinking about something. He stepped toward me and I instinctively moved back, running into the third man behind me.

"What's your name?" He demanded. I swallowed, trying to meet his eyes. When I didn't answer he started to look frustrated.

"I asked what your name is?" He demanded again. I tried to move away. "Answer me, girl." I opened my mouth as if to say something but shut it as quickly as I'd opened it. Barsad once again began to move toward me before Dr. Crane stopped him.

"Wait." The doctor told him, and stepped forward, standing directly in front of me.

"I know you from somewhere." He said, and gave me an inquisitive look, something flashing in his cold eyes. He continued his scrutiny for a few moments before a look of realization passed over him.

"You're the girl who didn't scream." He murmured, his eyes widening a bit. I narrowed my gaze at him before flashes of the event in the Narrows spread through my mind.

"Crane?!" The woman had yelled.

"NO! SCARECROW." The man sitting atop the horse had replied, dark laughter rumbling out of his chest.

"Can you speak?" He asked, snapping me out of my memories. I hesitantly shook my head, my eyes still meeting his. He actually looked pleased as he pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket. He handed it to me as well as a pen.

"Write down your full name." He directed, nodding towards the wall. I moved over and pressed the piece of paper against it.

Emery Skye Zaccardo

I handed the piece of paper back to him and noticed Barsad watching me. I glanced at him but quickly averted my eyes away. Dr. Crane read the piece of paper, and I saw just a hint of smile on his face before he folded it up and put it in the inside pocket of his suit.

"Thank you, Miss. Zaccardo." He said. I resisted the urge to give him a confused look. He took a step back and allowed Barsad to continue where he was before.

"You three will be sharing quarters as well."He told us, and his man opened up the door to another room, shoving us in there. "Do not try to escape. We will not hesitate to shoot you, if not something worse."

I saw Crane give me a sinister smile before the door slammed in our faces.

Whoop whoop two chapters in two days! Hope it was alright! :D