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The shattering sound from the alleyway had the small girl tense up.

At first her heart raced preparing her to run off, there were many who wished her harm. They wished to harm her for being a thief, for being an urchin.. And for being mad as she claimed to be a saint who would save them all. Some of them even feared her and called her a murderer after they saw her next to a soul who she couldn’t save. Despite all that she wanted to help them all.

So there she was.. Now standing at the entry of an alleyway watching the one who wither in pain. Knapa didn’t feel fear as she approached them. She had to do it. “I want to help.” The girl replied with annoyance when questioned.

For a moment longer Knapa watched the stranger. They seemed rather familiar for some reason. Maybe they were one of those who had chased after her as part of the mob or one of those who had backed her to a corner with a knife on her throat before being pushed back so she could run away.. Or maybe Knapa mistook them for being someone else. No matter who they were or what they had done she prepared to help them. No one deserved to be left alone.

“Let me heal you.” The saint lowered herself on her knees next to the suffering woman and rest her hands on them. She felt their body from their shoulder to their arms and at last to their stomach. There was no magical light nor words of a prayer. All the girl did was rest her small hands on the woman’s abdomen.

And then the pain was gone.

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Within the confides of her cell, Angela could only do so much to preserve her sanity. Concrete walls and bright lights making means of living near impossible, but even so- she managed. If one were to look into the markings along the wall of her bed, they would find tally marks etched into them from a shard of metal that can easily be found next to one of the legs of the bed.

A perfect weapon, unused for many reasons.

Talon had one of Overwatch’s medics, and yet- nobody seems to have come to her yet. The tallies make up days, while the circles around them represent months. So far... There’s two circles and 15 tallies.

Had they forgotten me?

Am I presumed dead?

I wouldn’t be surprised if I was.

At the moment, she’s found these long hours go by much faster when trying to meditate. It was something Zenyatta had taught her long ago. If she were to ever get out- he was going to be one of the first to be thanked; she never knew how something so simple would be so impactful.

Footsteps down the hall catch her attention, knowing all too well that they were coming for her cell. Her posture stiffens, the doctor holding her hands together in anticipation of who it may be. There’s quiet, apart from the dotted sounds of a keypad being used, and the door opens.

“Oh! You again.” Angela speaks to her like an old friend, a mocking trill in her voice getting more sing-songy with every word.

“So- what do you have in store for me today? I’ve noticed that I’m not being spoken to as much-- Are you running out of ideas?”

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Angela, making an escape from the Talon base by hiding in plain sight?

So crazy, it just might work.

...

Shame that it didn’t.

Though if life could give her credit; Angela was close to escaping. In the midst of the riot, the doctor had not only managed to slip past the guards, but nab a uniform, pass security, and make it outside. It was then she was caught. A misstep done due to ignorance, she had little idea that the outer patrol wore different attire due to the weather.

In a matter of minutes, she was snatched from freedom and dragged all the way back to her cell. Needless to say- the Talon guards weren’t kind to her. Brutality to prisoners was commonplace in here, and the higher-ups almost always turned a blind eye.

Just like right now.

Angela didn’t hear who had finally stopped the beating, but by then- she’d already been decorated in spit and blood. The floor was practically painted with crimson, with a single tooth hidden in the muck on the floor. Despite all of this- she managed to muster the strength to get up on one hand, the other deemed broken and therefor useless. It was slightly bent at an odd angle, the doctor giving a small hiss while trying to assess her injuries through blurred vision.

The voice now dismisses the guards, and with that, they leave. Now it’s just Angela and the silhouette before her. She looks up, broken arm cradled to her chest and ready to shield from further damage. Despite doing her best, she could only barely see who it was in front of her. That is- until that sweet trill hit her ears and it clicks.

Baby Firefly.

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Slowly opening his eyes, first thing he noticed was the throbbing sensation in his head. Then he realized he was in the passenger seat. In a moving vehicle. Once again his memory was failing him, what he had gotten used to already, but in his bones he felt he might’ve caused some trouble. That wouldn’t be new neither. It was just like one of those countless times when Batsy was driving him back to Arkham, yet he wasn’t such an erratic driver.

Looking off to the side, seeing who actually was behind the wheel made connecting the dots a little less arduous. He exhaled a frail chuckle at this turn of events. The two of them crossed paths once more, what couldn’t be that accidental. Not like he was fond of the entire fate and destiny concept, but some things did happen for a reason. On top of that, she seemed to be quite a wild card — and in his view it was a hell of a valuable trait.

Nonetheless, Joker still needed to be reminded of the train of events leading to this very moment. Judging by the speed the car was bolting at, perhaps they were on the way to escape greater inconveniences, which had ensued. The crimson stains on his gloves were pretty evocative, too.

Staring at the woman absently, the brief eye-contact got a somewhat abashed snort out of him. Confusion didn’t do him good. “Sorry, it’s just that I get very nervous when someone else is driving,” he claimed in a facetious tone, but there was a tad of honesty to it.

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The victims? He never thought about them much; they were a blur. Though this time round the harmless guy he and his goons cornered reminded the clown of his hypothetical old self more than he’d like to admit. Lost, helpless, with no way out. And he would let the poor man go, but the bullet was quicker. Joker momentarily felt sick to his stomach and not a chuckle left his lips, what was telling. He backed away, needing a while to understand whatever he was feeling. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure. “Long night, huh?” Slipping the revolver into the pocket of his coat, he offered a stiff mirthless smile.