Keep Running (OPEN)

When Arkham Asylum had fallen under Joker and James' command, Gotham has sensed that things could only get worse. A handful of staff members had gotten out of the asylum at first. A few hours later, the others were given a chance to escape. They were given a five minute head start before the patients would follow with guns. It was a slaughter of those who weren't fast enough or just plain unlucky. The police were attacked next. When the news turned on one morning and it was Michael Smith at the desk, everyone knew it had gotten worse. He'd been grinning when he told the entire city the news. The inmates, the patients, the criminals. They had taken over. The city was under their control. Anyone out past curfew would die. Anyone with weapons who didn't hand them in, would die. Public executions were daily at first. Police officers, soldiers, hunters. They fell like dominoes until the sneaky or honest remained.

Mobs and mafias weren't happy, but most of them didn't dare do anything for fear of being targeted. One mob did. Chernyy Alfa could get any weapon, any amount of man power, anything. Because their leaders didn't like Joker and weren't afraid of him, they were rebelling. They were doing it well, though. They were doing it intelligently. Because they were mob bosses, they were allowed weapons. They were allowed anything because the criminals believed they weren't rebelling. They were allowed anything because they were intelligent. They used this to go against Joker and his men. They used this to go against Michael and his men. They used this to restore the order Gotham once had. While they liked not being hunted by the police, they disliked unneeded deaths. Chernyy Alfa had been a great help to the rebellion of brave, stupid and determined that had formed secretly. Dylan was silently glad of Valentina and Alexei's fearlessness and hatred of the Joker.

The night sky covered Gotham in almost darkness. The street lamps flickered due to being neglected by the new rulers. A new law reigned in Gotham and it was very rough justice - even for the street lamps. Dylan jogged, hunched over with a backpack on full of food, water, and small handguns. She glanced around the darkness, knowing it was past curfew and knowing that she could get caught. She had come from Chernyy Alfa. The handguns were something Valentina had been trying to give away since they'd first gone to her and her husband for weapons. Alexei had suggested it to them after Valentina had to him and they'd only now taken up the offer. The married couple had been happy to give them away. Dylan was beginning to wonder if they'd been a little too happy, given the weight of the bag on her back. Before, she would have complained aloud. Now, she knew anyone could be out here. She knew it was risky to do much more than run, so she didn't do anything but run as silently as she could.

Stopping as she looked to her right while about to pass an alley and saw a group of laughing men, Dylan backed up as fast as she could and pressed her back against the wall beside her, hiding herself from their view. She took a deep breath and looked back the way the came. Empty. Looking the way she'd been headed, she breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw it was empty too. Could she make it past the alley without them noticing? She poked her head around the corner of the building to watch them, though quickly withdrew her head as one of them turned around and began talking loudly about pissing up the wall.

"Pleasant." She mumbled to herself under her breath, rolling her eyes as she did so. She didn't dare move, though she considered sneaking back to the last street that turned off of this one and running down there, but that would take her too long and she knew it would. She risked another glance around the corner and had to resist the urge to wolf whistle at the man who was actually peeing up the wall. A small smirk curved her lips until she head footsteps beside her. She turned her head sharply to look at the person.