The sound of gun shots filled the area, people fearing for their lives as we raded the warehouse. I calmly entered through the sliding bay doors, thrown open by one of my men. His blond mass of hair was slicked back into a ponytail, dressed just as my top men were. One of my trusted members, Joseph looked back at me, waiting for orders.

I pass him, pulling out my gun as the shots stopped, people lined up on their knees in the middle of the warehouse. Joseph and Carlton were on either side of me, scanning the crowd.

"Joseph, the bomb."

He rushed the device I motioned at, quickly working on it with skills few had. I looked over the frightened mass, stepping forwards to focus on one man in particular.

"You lied!" the man yelled, face red. "You said he wanted this!"

"I said nothing of the sort."

Something went wrong, an explosion went off, not the one Joseph was working on. I fell back with a furious curse. The hostages were on their feet attacking, my men circled me, trying to keep them back, but there were too many of my men injured. I launched to my feet, blade in one hand, gun in the other. I fired openly furious. They had been prepared for this.

A mass of people were on me, I paid no mind to who swung and who fired. I took out all I could.

"BIONDI!" a man roars over the sound of the chaos and flames.

I turn, blade glinting as I swing at the black and white blur rushing me. They fell back a step, face gushing blood. I lower my blade fast.

"Joseph!" I call over the din, gripping his arm and pulling him to his feet, dragging him out fast as I could, Carlton on my other side. We had to get out, the building was about to fall.

~ A Short Time Later

"Sit still," I snarl as the person shifts, needle hardly a centimeter from their bloodied cheek. "How do you expect me to mend this if you move constantly?"

"It's hard to sit still," he says.

I frown at him. We sat alone in my bathroom, on the ledge of the tub. Carlton was dealing with Father and his dog. The black thread looked harsh next to his palling natural tan. If I didn't get it closed soon, the blood loss would affect him. I pull the threat through his skin with ease.

"I always did say you should smile more," I attempt to make light of this. "Now you shall have a permanent half smile."

"Whatever will the ladies think?" he growls. Ever the ladies man.

I give an exasperated sigh. "Do you ever think that scars are natural, a manly thing?"

"You have them."

"So I do."

"You're far from male, Jezika."

My cold eyes lock on his, a playful glint to them. "I like scars. They add character." I give him a smile as I finish the stitches.

The door to the room was harshly thrown open.

"You failed to stop the other bomb, Joseph!"

I whirl, Matthew stood in the doorway, furiously looking at Joseph. I stand, stepping to the sink to rinse off the bloodied washcloth. Matthew struck as I was not looking. I fell forwards, hissing as I fell into the counter.

"You let him fail," Matthew hisses, hand at the back of my throat, my face pressed to the mirror, his mouth by my ear.

"I did no such thing," I remained calm, eyes furious. "Step back." A blade was pressed to his ribs, mine. He knew better than to touch me.

He pushes from me harshly, my face hitting the mirror again. I whirl, threatening him with my eyes. He sneers at Joseph's stitched up face.

"And here you are stitching him up when you should be punishing him."

"He does not need punishment. Nobody knew of the second bomb."

"You should have!"

His eyes showed how angry he was. I step closer to Joseph, ready to fight. Matthew pushed me toward Joseph. His arms opened fast, catching my smaller form as best he could, both of us tumbling into the tub in a sprawl.

"You will go to the Narrows and find out who they betrayed us for." He smirks as he goes to leave, turning back around to give us a demented smile. "But first, I want you to even his face out."

I glance at Joseph's face. One side was untouched. I whip my blade across his cheek quickly, this one was not as clean a cut as the last, blade twitching and accidentally getting his bottom lip as I went to pull it away. I stand casually as Matthew leaves.

I stitched him up again before we left with Carlton to the Narrows.

I screamed in rage and pain, his blade was driven into my leg. I didn't fight it. I deserved it. My eyes remained on his openly accepting. He didn't like it, his hand grasping my throat as he pulled me up to my feet.

"FIGHT ME!" He roars as he strikes his blade across my face to leave a cut on the cheek bone.

I tumble back a few steps, form limp as I watch him. "Why? So you can feel justified? So you can feel as if I hated you?" I stiffen, hands clenching at my sides. "I'm nothing to you, Joker, Joseph. I'm just a woman who has fought for the wrong things. Biondi is only a name!"

I hiss out in pain as his fist takes my gut, forcing me from my feet for a short moment. I reacted before I thought. I swung out, my fist going for his throat, missing as he blocked it. My injured leg kicked out seconds after the fist, landing a kick that was not as powerful as my normal kick against his side. He cackled with laughter as our brawl started again.

"You want this city to burn, as much as I do."

"I want people to quit hiding! I want them to fight back!" I yell furiously as I dodge a well placed fist holding a blade. I was landing lots of cuts from that blade.

He laughs harder, thoroughly enjoying this, I had done something he liked. "There it is. That passion."

"JEZIKA!"

I whirl, missing Joker's slash at my gut. I didn't miss the thing the person tried to warn me of. I stumbled back, the only recognition of my eyes widening. I shrieked, body jerking with the current forced through my body. I hit the ground unnoticed, eyes rolling. That stupid "doctor" stood over me laughing as she held the taser she had shot me with, cackling triumphantly. The laughing cut off as the current stopped, as did my shrieks. I panted heavily, eyes cloudy as I lay there, trying to reorient my body. I, thankfully, fainted as the pain leveled out.

"Jezika? Jezika?"

"AHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

Something tapped at the face of the battered form on the ground. "JEZIKA!"

"Shut up," the form growled, face squinting in pain. Gordon sighed, eyes flicking to the Batman as he fought off Harley Quinn and Joker, he was not going to last long on his own.

The female sat up fast, almost bashing her face on his, eyes snapping to the fight. She was loping across the distance before he knew it, asp snatched from his belt. She let out a furious war cry as it connected with the Joker's minion's head. Gordon could swear he heard the crunch of the ex-doctor's head. Quinn was out of the fight, but that didn't stop the woman. She was out for vengeance. She had the woman sailing across the street hardly seconds later.

Jezika watched as the false blond hit the post, falling to the ground in a slump, before obviously satisfied with the punishment distributed. It wasn't her end of action though; she turned, eyes following the flurry of movement between the Batman and the Joker. It was so fast most of the moves were not planned, all natural reactions.

"JOSEPH!"

Joker flicked his eyes from his tiring nemesis at the call of his old name. Jezika stood with her feet spaced even, one leg quaking from the pain caused by the wound he had given her, blood soaking the pants around it. The asp was in her hand, lazily hanging at her side as she met his eye.

"This started with us. It will end with us."

He laughed, the fight between the two pausing. Batman watched, calming his breath a bit, stunned by the woman. She was hardly in a condition to fight. Joker took a few slow steps toward her, watching her as if she would flee. She never did.

"You, uh, think that is the reason? That silly explosion. That stupid dog."

"You were always as bothered as I was, Joseph. It was I who gave you the scars. It was I who lead the party that ended in your vanishing. It was I who taught you this. It was I who made you."

"It was this city!"

"I brought you here, Joseph," she whispers. "I brought you with me from school. I brought you into the mafia. I did it. Do not blame innocents who know nothing! This is bigger than them, bigger than us. We knew long ago that our mentality would endanger ourselves." She looked down, at the bloody metal asp in her hand. "I can't let this go on, Joseph. Maria is right. I have done too much wrong. None of us is God. We are as mortal as the rest. As insipid and vindictive. This city may be full of mindless sheep, and we the wolves. But there are shepherds and they will not allow us this game. We will be tamed some time, Joseph."

"Tame? Never."

She looked up, eyes meeting his, such pained sadness was sparkling there. "Don't make me do it, Joe. Don't make me regret this."

"You regret nothing, Jezika," he cackles as he continues toward her.

His hand lashed out, grasping the wrist that held the asp, one jerk crashing her against him. She didn't fight it. She vanished behind his broader form, only the sight of her feet by his showing her position.

"I regret what must be done."

Joker cried out, trying to jerk from her without warning. Batman was rushing forward as Gordon yelled. Jezika's form slouched against his, arm slung limply over his shoulder, asp clanging against the ground. Joker stumbled back another step, allowing view of the situation. She held his hand, pushing it to her ribs. The stun on his face was clear as red blossomed slowly around the hands.

She dropped to her knees, blood bubbling from her lips as her eyes clouded. Nothing was clear as Gordon reached her form as it struck the ground. Joker made a run for it. He didn't get far, Batman catching him with a thrown trip rope. Joker tumbled without any grace. Batman quickly bound the villain before making his was with the dragged form of Joker to the fallen woman.

Gordon cradled the upper body of Jezika in his lap, eyes closed as he slowly closed her eyes. She was gone. She had stabbed Joker with his own knife, missing her target. On instinct he had stabbed back, not missing his mark in the slightest, he hit the heart. He mark on him was his abdomen.

In the end, her try was in vain. Joker was taken to the asylum, stitched up and escaped within weeks. Jezika was buried in her family plot with everyone she fought for throughout her life, and forgot just as quickly by the city as the rest of the fallen. But a few still remembered. Those few, they held on to that memory. She had done so much wrong, but in the end, she tried to amend it.

The woman sighed as she looked at the stone. So much had changed. But it didn't matter. She was where she was happy, with Bruce. Bruce smiled at her as she came toward the car.

"I still don't know why you had me come here, Bruce. I don't know anyone named di Morte," Maria said as she sent him a look.

He smiled at her, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head as she sunk against him with a pleasant sigh. "I was just fulfilling a promise I made, Maria. Don't worry over it."

"You're an odd sort, Bruce," she sighs as she gets in the limo. "Come on, it's creepy here. I want to get this trip over with."

And This dear readers, is the end. I'm sorry if this ending was not as you thought it would be, but it felt so right to me.