A/note: This is one of my favourite stories I've written, do be advised that it does have content that is 18+, contains Violence, blood, swears, and some trigger warnings.

"Sweet dreams are made of these,"

Rays of light intersect through the steel bars, cascading her obscured shadow upon the concrete floor. The warm spheres of light did nothing to warm her motionless body. Was she alive? It remained a conundrum. Her joints and muscles ached, along with the numbness that crawled through her body. Her head hung low and her mind inhabited the ability to forfeit from giving up.

"Who am I to disagree?"

The words spilled from her chapped lips. Beads of sweat decorated her neck. Her eyelids closed briefly as she replayed the event in her thought process. The impact of his sharp knuckles grazing her cheek, relentlessly, until she felt empty, and the pain was erased.

Her cold and deprived gaze clouded, she searched for a way to break out from the makeshift cell. Blood continued to drip from the corner of her lips. She constrained her eyes open as she began to slip in and out of consciousness. Her wrists were left raw from the irritation upon the rope that bound her hands together. The obsidian-haired woman chuckled for a moment, as she began to become disoriented.

"Travel the world and the seven seas."

The light buzzed over her head, as moths hovered around the light, intoxicated by it like a drug. She sat in an upright position in a chair, she felt the cuts that decorated her body burn. With a breathy moan, the emaciated woman shifted her wrists with frustration, attempting to free herself before he returned.

"Everybody is looking for something."

 Her mumbled singing was accompanied by the low creaks of what sounded like footsteps. The sound made her become more reckless with untieing herself. Exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration had left her too weak to fight, but the odds remained even for her escape.

"Some want to use you."

Heavy footsteps echoed down the obscured hallway, that led to her cell. Her mind drifted to the sound, her heart began to stamper as the footsteps neared. Her body began to shake, with a low amount of hope that it was the police.

"Some of them want to abuse you," she muttered before a familiar face fished through the ring of keys.

"Ready to comply?" his Italian voice boomed down upon the room. His voice created an irritating ring in her ears. After hours of silence and new blood being shed on the floor, she mused herself to the point where she chose death.

No answer escaped her lips. Her frozen gaze stared at the small puddle of blood beneath her chair. She remained still and stiff. Her sole focus wasn't to comply with his questions. Three men followed the boss almost on his heels, all wearing identical and neutral suits.

"No?" he questioned. His eyes traced her state, confused why she remained so silent after he beat her to a pulp.

"Tell me, why do you associate with the masked crusader?" his question was shallow but cold, it carried no sympathy for what he's done to her.

"Or should I say, Lady Arkham?" He added with a raspy voice.

As much as she wanted to flip him off, she could hardly pay keen detail to his words. Her eyelids slowly closed, while his arm extended out towards her head, a cold and hollow circle pressed against her forehead. He cranked the safety back, using his gun as an intimidation factor.

Her thoughts began to picture the comfort of death. She wanted the darkness to cross paths with her, and embrace her as it promised during her birth. Suddenly, she felt flames crawl up from her veins. She could hear the rhythm of their heartbeats bounce off the concrete walls, creating outlined silhouettes of the four men in the room. The corner of her lip raised in amusement. Her eyes fluttered gently open, and her vision narrowed to the man holding the gun against her head.

"Any final words you want to share with us?" he questioned.

Her pupils rippled as she foresaw her fate along with theirs.

"Sweet dreams are made of these."

*BAM*

A gunshot rang out throughout the room, and the piece of brass collided against the concrete floors. His eyes widened, she was gone from sight.

A/note: I absolutely loved writing this story! I hope you guys enjoy the story. Feel free to vote and comment, it's always appreciated as an Author.