Ana Wilson, a 17 year old girl living in Gotham, never thought that a trip to the circus would turn her whole life around.... A night of wonder ends in horror. The only good thing about it was meeting a certain emerald-eyed ginger boy. Jerome Vales...
"Hello. I need to speak with Mr. Strange please. I work for the GCPD. Possible new inmate." The lady at the desk simply narrowed her eyes, seeming to just stare a hole right through me, not phasing me one bit. Please woman. You don't scare me.....
Luckily Jerome kept the cop uniform from the take over and so here I am. The lady doesn't even know who I am! Man I really need to get into this kinda business. Disguises for criminals... Ahh, I can see it now.
"I'm sorry but he didn't have anything written down. You'll have to..." Suddenly, the phone at the desk rang, alerting the lady as she quickly answered it.
"Oh... very well Mr. Strange. I'll send her right back." My eyes widened as she slowly stood from her chair, watching me as she lead me down hall after hall. This place always seems like it's never ending. I kept my hat low down on my head, slightly covering my face, masking my voice a tad with a deeper tone.
I looked into the room I had spent so much time in once we past it, seeing all the inmates sitting around, screaming, throwing food at one another, when my eyes widened. Oswald was sitting at the middle table, seeming to be staring off into space, not looking at anyone. He looks so... drained.
I slowly looked down to the ground, my heart dropping, my emotions running wild. I got to get him out of here! I really really need to. He's done something to Oswald... And I intend to find out what. I need to know all about this man. Somethings off. Something big.
"I'll take it from here. Thank you for bringing her back." The man himself, Hugo Strange, stood right in front me, making my heart race. I could just stab him right now....
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He simply smiled up at me as he ushered me into his office, softly closing the door behind him, when his little smile turned into a humored one, indicating for me to sit.
"Ahh, Ana Wilson. You've finally made it out here. I've been waiting for you." I looked at him wide eyed as he sat down across from me, making him slightly laugh. Well hell. So much for this....
I just threw my hat across the room, not giving a damn anymore. I'm here for business. And at this point, I don't care if he knows who I am or what he try's to pull. It won't work.
"Did you really think that little disguise would hide who you are from me..? Come on now. You're much smarter than that. You're a world class criminal now. Everyone knows your face." He simply put his hands together, slowly tapping his fingers back and fourth, assessing me, making me narrow my eyes.
"Look... Strange, I'm not here for small talk. I want Oswald. He doesn't deserve to be here." He relaxed into his chair, seeming to assess me further, that humored look still upon his face, looking down at a random case file on his desk, when he suddenly flung it open, showing it to me. My case file.... Why..?
