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This is the prologue to a request by in which various villains meet Nemo! Enjoy! :D

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Insanity's Villains

They were rumors.

Nothing but mere whispers, really.

The Asylum was home to the worst of Gotham, the sick, the bloodthirsty, the insane. Those that feared nothing, except maybe the Bat. The local law enforcement was a joke, corrupt and unreliable at best. Aside from the commissioner and a few others, none of them were to be taken seriously. The staff of the Asylum were no better; never actually rehabilitating any of the Inmates and sometimes assisting in their escape. It was a simple cycle, break out, fight the Bat, go back in.

Never ending, never changing.

Except it did change.

It started after a rookie villain had managed to break out for his first time. He hadn't been three blocks away when a woman appeared. She didn't say anything to him, just regarded him solemnly with foggy hazel eyes. Unnerved, the rookie left her where she was and continued on. Only to see her again. And again. And again.

She never spoke a word. Never made a sound.

Just watched and waited.

When at last she spoke, she turned her face to the black night sky and whispered, "He comes," before stepping back and vanishing into the shadows.

Moments later, the Bat was upon him, rounding him up and dragging him back to the Asylum.

He was welcomed back with open arms by the Inmates and he retold his story. The Newer Inmates were shocked and nervous. Something other than the Bat was lurking in the night. When asked for more details, the Rookie found he couldn't remember the woman's face, only the hazy hazel eyes remained in his memory. At this, the Veterans all traded knowing looks.

It was her.

The Nameless Girl.

Nemo.

She had vanished years ago. The Joker had taken her with him during one of his routine breakouts. She had never returned. It was as if she had vanished for she hadn't been seen since. Until now.

Now, she followed them. Watched them.

They all saw her from time to time, silent and observing. She rarely spoke, but when she did, her voice was hollow and detached, yet child-like in its innocence. She never interfered with them, but nor did she help them.

She just watched and waited, disappearing and reappearing as she saw fit.

And no one could remember her face. Any details were smudged out or glossed over in their memories. The Veterans found themselves forgetting the girl they knew that had aimlessly wandered the halls of their prison.

She became a myth, a guardian, a warning, a sign. Some thought she was the Bat's eyes, others thought she was their Angel. No one could tell and no one could ask.

She was a mystery, a spirit that came and went as she pleased.

She was the Ghost.