Note: I do not own anything except this story and the character Scarlett De Ravin

Note #2: This is rated M for mature audiences due to language, and later chapters

Chap 1

Scarlett had been in the waiting room for the last 45 minutes. She began to tap her polished nails against the wooden chair she was sitting in, while resting her chin on her knuckles. She was getting nervous, and impatient. She had a job interview in an hour and she still needed to go home and change. She didn't really need a job, her current boyfriend could definatly support her, but she wouldn't allow that. After a few minutes, though, a plump, brown haired, middle aged woman sitting across from her no doubt reading a People magazine, looked up and sighed loudly. She was thrown out of her trance and met the woman's glare. Scarlett sheepishly smiled, and was overjoyed when a nurse popped her head out of the door and said, "Um, Scarlett De Ravin?" Scarlett leapt from her seat and paced to the door where the nurse was standing.

"Come this way ma'am" Scarlett was led to a scale and she stepped onto it. "Stand up straight, please" the nurse commanded. Scarlett stood. "Okay, five foot nine. And your weight is….119 pounds."

The nurse looked at her disapprovingly, "How old are you?"

"Twenty four."

The nurse wrote that down and turned on her heel. Lately Scarlett had lost a lot of weight, and that was fine with her. But the constant fatigue, headaches, flu, and occasionally between you and me, diherrea, was defiantly not. Alrighty then. She was then led to yet another waiting room. But Scarlett hadn't sat for that long until she saw the doorknob turn and a cumbersome man walk in. The expression on his face was not promising. "Okay, so we ran the tests last week" He began after a pause and without looking her in the eyes, he finished, "It's, uh, it's not good."

Scarlett sat there. She didn't hear much of the rest of what he said. Because she knew there wasn't much he could do to help her. But she didn't falter. She plastered on a smile as the doctor, obviously wondering why she was smiling, gave her a slip of paper with a prescription for painkillers. She wandered, in a daze, and still smiling out to her car. She pulled the keys out of her large purse, and slipped one into the ignition. She started her car, and drove, still smiling, to her house. She pulled into the driveway, and turned her car off. Scarlett placed her hands firmly back on the steering wheel as a tear slid down her face into her grin and she began to laugh. Another tear, and another, and another fell down her face as her laughter filled the car. Her first thought to herself was thought to herself "How am I going to tell Bruce?" He lost Rachel just last year. Scarlett and Bruce Wayne had been dating for the past few months and she was the primary reason he came back from his long business trip.

Then another thought occurred to her, "I am going to end up just like mom…"

She already was heading down that track. Scarlett looked like her mother for the most part. Tall, thin, long thick blonde hair…but her mom had blue eyes, whilst Scarlett held a grey-brown gaze. She was unusually pale. Some sort of crappy gene, she reasoned. Her mother had also contracted AIDS, but after Scarlett was born. She shook her head and looked up, closed her eyes tight then looked back down. She wandered inside her house for the first time since she started dating Bruce, and laid down on her couch with a blanket, and fell to sleep.

She woke sometime later, probably at least a day because she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before. And she also hadn't filled that prescription yet, and her insides were crawling. "Fuck…" she cursed. Scarlett glided over to her cell phone which had six missed events on it. She dismissed them and looked at the time. Midnight. Okay well, Walgreen's was still open right?? She threw her trench coat over her tank top and shorts, for that was all she wearing, and headed for the door. Before she left, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and raked her fingers through her hair and wiped the smudged makeup out from under her eyes.

"Whatever" she thought. She figured she would just take the subway. It was faster and easier than trying to find a parking spot in Gotham. So she walked with her arms crossed for about two blocks and thought that if she took a few side roads she would get there quicker, until she saw a man standing in an alleyway, watching her. She looked down and saw the body next to him. Limp and lifeless. She looked back up to the man who was walking her way now. Scarlett made a mad dash for the nearest light pole, but she was too weak to run that fast. Then, she felt a blinding pain in the back of her head, and she passed out.

When she awoke, she was in a dimly lit room that smelled musty. Her hands were drawn together tightly behind her back and her head hurt immensely. She blinked a few times getting adjusted to her atmosphere. She heard chatter in the room next door. Scarlett craned her neck to hear what the people were saying.

"Why would he want her?" a man asked.

"I have no fuckin' clue!" a second man screeched.

"He said it was somethin' about gettin' back at somone." a third man supplied.

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