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Living in Darkness- HIATUS/editing ch 19-25	By : Meursault Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, nor any of the characters from it. I have not and will not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters are fiction. Story is set after the Dark Knight movie by Christopher Nolan.

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Chapter Two
The rest of the night was a blur. We ended up going to Kara’s friend’s apartment where a party was going on. Let’s just say there was some drinking involved and leave it at that. The next morning, I woke up on the floor with a slight headache.
“Uggg,” I groan. I silently swear to myself never to drink again, but secretly know I won’t keep that promise. I pull myself up and look at the clock hanging on a nearby wall. “Shit, shit!” I curse quietly. It was already eleven and I had work in a few hours, not to mention tons of homework. I look around the room and spy Kara sleeping on the couch (lucky). “Kara,” I whisper as I shake her shoulder. Kara opens one eye at me.
“What?”
“I need to leave. You’ll be alright here?”
She nods. “I’m good friends with the host.”
“Ok,” I say. “I had fun, thanks.”
Kara smiles weakly and closes her eyes. I tiptoe out of the apartment, not eager to start the long walk home.
After I get back to my place, I spend the next few hours working on homework. My mom calls at one point, asking me how everything was going, when my next therapy appointment is, how school is. I give her a quick summary and tell her I’ll be home next weekend for a visit. She’s satisfied with this and lets me get back to work. Although I love Gotham University, I sometimes wish I hadn’t left home. My family and I have always been really close and not seeing them frequently was starting to take a mental toll on me.
Work started at three p.m. that day. I absolutely hate working retail, but Fresca’s was the only place that would hire me. Hardly anyone shops there except on weekends, and even then it’s boring. The one decent thing I’ve learned is how to fold cloths neatly. It’ll only be useful if I decide to quit college and get a job as a maid or something like that, but whatever. For the most part, work went well that day; my boss didn’t even make evil eyes at me when she caught me texting instead of folding. Maybe she does understand how dull the work is.
After work, I exit through the alley since we close the front doors at ten. I’m making my way towards the car when I hear a noise behind me. I glace behind me hesitantly, peering down the alley into the gloom, but don’t see anything. A few moments later, I hear the noise again; it’s soft, like hushed footsteps. I stop walking, but the sound continues for another half second.
“Hello?” I call out. Dead leaves rustle around my feet as a breeze picks up. I look up at the sky; the moon is full tonight. “This is like a scene from a cheap horror film,” I think, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.
I shake my head at my paranoia and am about to turn around when a deep mocking laugh thunders out and echoes through the alley. I freeze, and slowly turn around.
Fumbling for the keys in my pocket, I clench the largest one in my fist like a knife. “Whoever’s there,” I call out into the shadows, attempting to sound fierce, “I’m armed and I know you’re there. It would be easier for you to just walk away.” Only silence answers.
My hands shake, making the keys jingle loudly. All my instincts are telling me to run, but I’m afraid to turn my back. I decide to take a chance and sprint as fast as I can towards my car that sits not twenty feet away. In my peripheral vision I see a silhouette darting through the dark behind me. Adrenaline makes me run faster; there is no way I am getting mugged tonight. As soon as I reach my car I spin around, keys positioned, ready for an attack.
It never comes. The street is deserted. I don’t see or hear anyone. Breathing deeply, I slowly unlock my car and climb in. “Maybe I’m just imagining things, I am pretty tired, and it’s dark out.” I think to myself, starting the car. “Or maybe the person gave up, didn’t want to fight it out.” But no matter how much I try to convince myself that I’m alright, there is still a small piece of me that knows I came really close to getting in a lot of trouble.
By the time I get home, it’s midnight. I park the car and wearily walk to my apartment. Luckily I live on the first floor. I creak open the door, throw my bag down, and strip my clothes off so I can shower. After I scrub down, I go to my chest of drawers to get out some underwear. Opening the drawer, something odd catches my eye. In the middle of my drawer there’s a card, a joker card. I frown to myself, knowing I didn’t put it there. Is this my friend’s idea of a weird joke? Or is it something more sinister..?
A fleeting thought comes into my mind and although I try to push it out, it remains. “Was it put there by the same person as in the alley and the club? Am I being stalked?” I quickly begin to get dressed when I begin to notice other strange things. I usually never make my bed out of laziness, but the sheets are all nicely tucked in and the pillows upright. I go into the kitchen and see that the food in my pantry has been rearranged in some nonsensical order.
On the living room table my mail sits, obviously rearranged. There’s an extra blank envelope which contains a letter I’m sure wasn’t there this morning. Printed on plain white computer paper are the words, ‘See you soon.’
A wave of nausea hits me and I run to the bathroom to throw up. Someone has been in my apartment; not only that but they’ve gone through my things: my underwear, my food, my mail. I quickly run back into the living room, grab my cell and call my apartment manager.
“Hello?” a muffled voice sounds on the other end.
“Hi Mr. Wilson, it’s Elena from apartment 305.”
“Elena, why the hell are you calling me at midnight?” he gruffs.
“I’m sorry but I need to ask an important favor.”
“What?”
“Er, well, to tell the truth I think I’m being stalked.”
“Then call the police.”
“I will, but I’m pretty sure the person broke into my apartment. That makes it your responsibility. Do you think you could hire some security guards for the next week or so? It would just make me feel a lot safer.” I plead.
Mr. Wilson sighs, “Fine, fine. But if you need real help, go make a complaint.”
“Thanks, I’ll make sure to-” he hung up. Whatever, I got what I wanted. Hopefully extra security will keep any stalkers at bay until I can get the police to help me. Feeling a little better, I go around my apartment to make sure everything is locked, push a table in front of my door, and crawl into bed.
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