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I cant believe he didn't recognize me. That idiot. Oh well. I think acting crazy got me a bit crazy.

The thing I hate is that i dont have my mask. I decided to do something like the joker did with his scar and traced it in black war paint. They know the scar is there but they don't look at it that long.

It was horrible at prison. I would hide my face all the time and wear this black wig. I got in a fight once. I started betting on in fights and then I would fight in most of them. I got enough reputation that they all feared me, with the few deaths I caused in less than a week.

It was getting really hard to act like a guy without all my stuff.

The thing was that I didn't want to take a shower, especially because I'm with all the males. Yeah I needed to take off all my clothes so I acted extra crazy and stabbed a guy to death with a plastic spoon. I was going to Arkham glad that my secret wasnt discovered.

Then the stupid bat found out I was a girl.

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"How the hell are you a girl?" He whispered as I growled at him. "And what happened to your fac-" I shoved him away from me and he stumbled. He looked back at me with astonishment. "Dont you freaking dare Bruc-" he slammed his hand over my mouth and I pushed him off again.

I stood there and wrapped my Black hair up as he stared at me.

"Why do you keep on staring? You see girls all the time at your parties." I said pulling my hair up. "Yeah but...you have like...your more...your way more uhm...your to strong to be a girl." He said and I crossed my arms at him.

"And your voice its like-" he said confused and I laughed half hearted. "If you can make the batman voice I can make a guy voice." I said putting the black wig on again.

With the wig I look like a pretty boy.

"Um, okay...I need to register you though..." He said and I glared at him. "I am Mr. V, you want to register me in the asylum, as Mr.V. I am Victor like you are bruc-" I said again and stopped my self.

"I don't want anybody to Know that Mr.V and me are the same person." I said crossing my arms. "What if I register you in the asylum like you are...then no one will know you are Mr.V" he said and I looked at him. "No one will no what happened to you" he said.

I thought about it a bit...if they just thought it was little Victory then it would be way easier to gain their trust. "You will take care of everything right?" I said and he nodded.

"What do you want in return?" I asked and he sighed looking directly at my eyes. "Dont take over Gotham City" he said and I smiled. I drew a x on the palm of my hand and stretched it out. "Its a deal,." I said and he put his hand in mine. And ever so quietly whispered.

"Deal accepted."

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"Meal Time!" I heard and banging against my door as it swung open. Two guards stepped in and I stood up then walked over to them. "Good day...hahahaha" I said and walked between the four guards.

They walked me down to the cafeteria. I passed a few other inmates that looked at me with curious eyes. Once I looked over to them they would snapped their gaze away.

"Behave Okay girl" he said and I smiled. "If you dont want what happened to your friend to happen to you...you know what to call me." I said looking slightly down at him. "Yes M-miss Victory" he said and I turned and walked to the line.

I got what looked like food puree and sat down in the darkest corner I could find. I looked at what was mashed something and stirred it around with a breaded meat stick.

"I am damn well not gonna eat this crap..." I muttered and looked around, i could see that everyone was looking at me, but when I glanced at them, they would freak out and look away.

I guess this isn't that bad. I mean, I don't have to have my hair up and that horrible thing that suffocated me so I could have a flat chest. This could be good...

I forgot how to be a girl.

I saw a guy walk towards me...I glared at him hoping he would go away. He stood a few feet away and cleared his throat. "Ya wanna hear a riddle?" He said and I crossed my brows in confusion. "Tell me then leave got it." I said and he nodded and smiled a bit taking a step forward.

"What do poor people have, rich people need it, more good than god, more evil than satan, if you eat it you will die." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing...you wanna hear one of mines?" I said straightening up and he looked surprised. "Sure" he said and I smiled. "You believe in god?" I asked and he nodded and I smiled again.

"Okay then, if god can do anything...can he make a mountain that he can not lift up?" I said and his smiled dropped. He looked so confused it made me laugh.

"Come back when you have a solid answer for me." I said and he walked away confused. I smiled at him as he sat down and started thinking. This idiot.

"Ya really stumped him there, King of Riddles there. Call him The Riddler...he'll figure it out." I heard and glanced at him. His usually green hair was faded and his war paint was fading.

"He wont...its a paradox not a riddle." I said and he chuckled and looked at me. "How did you end up in Here?" He asked and I smiled. "I stabbed a guy to death with a spoon and wrote lyrics all over my cell with his blood. Then laughed at the judge till they thought I was crazy enough to come to arkham." I said and he raised a eyebrow at me and smiled stretching out his bloody grin.

"Me because Im a criminal lunatic that wants to see this city burn to the ground..." He said and I smiled. "And you intend to play in the ashes, huh?" I said in my low voice and his eyes widened slightly. He turned to me with a bit of realization.

"V?...I thought you uh, were dead." He said and I laughed. "If I'm gonna die I'm gonna die in a badass way during a crime not by a stupid needle." I said and snickered.

"I knew it was you." He said and I scoffed. "Sure you did." I said and he sat down. "Na for reals, not just any Icy Gray eyes send shivers of fear down my spine." He said and giggled as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh so I send shivers down your spine?"

"What happened to your mask, toots?" He said and I dropped my grin. I leaned on my hand covering most of my scar with my hand. "Well, I'm not here like my crime name...I had to take my mask off so they registered me as Victory C. Instead of Mr.v. Yeah but dont forget that I can still beat up anybody in here." I said and he chuckled.

"Were did you get those?" He asked looking at my cheek and I tensed up and glared daggers into the floor. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" I said mocking him. "What about yours? Huh?" I said and I saw him tense up.

We stared daggers at each other and I stood up so I didn't have to look up at him anymore. I heard mumbling as I had bits of memory come back to me.

My scars and mask are a touchy subject and I could tell they were for him too.

I remember the flash of the guy that I think he gave them to me. I don't remember it well, just that he killed a boy I cried for and tried to protect. He killed him and stabbed me, leaving this huge mark on my face.

A Mark that I don't like to be recognized by...

"Ey Scarface, hurry up!"

We both snapped our heads to the source of the voice. It was guard and everybody had left. I looked at the joker and saw that he had the same angry pissed off murderous look as me. We turned to him and marched up as I rolled up my sleeve.

"Who Ya Callin' ScarFace!?!"

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