Thirteen

Chapter 13 in which Sarah and her companions are taken to yet another strange new world..

Sleep, sleep, what is sleep? 

I did not sleep, not a wink. I'm such a night owl, it's not funny.

The others slept, quite peaceably for villains, as I went back & forth between my room and the living room, doing this and that through my screwed up schedule. Every once and awhile I would check up on them, peeking into their rooms to see that they were completely unconscious, sprawled out across their beds, snoring or breathing loudly. 

Even Bane was passed out, sleeping soundly, and it was arguably the most terrifyingly adorable thing I'd ever witnessed.

Basically in the time I had by myself, I tinkered with the VC site, getting up to date with the chapters..and yeah.

Adventuring with Villainous Chaps was getting a lot of views, rather quickly. Unfortunately, people are dumb and clueless and all my work and stressing to get the truth out was all for not.. they all thought it was a fanfic. Fanfic being fanfiction. 

A STUPID FANFICTION.

ALL MY GENIUS.

And as I read the comments, my jaw dropped to the floor, my muscles sinking in sadness which almost caused me to spill my Pepsi. 

THE HEATHENS DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. 

I mean, I put a lot of presentation into things, including a table of contents, creating edits for each chapter, used various villains for the cover of the front page and even set up an fb page to get the word out, and oh no, no wonder, I HAD DOOMED MYSELF, YD8FUDSIJDI.

Excuse me as I do a major facepalm. T_T

"What am I supposed to feel?!" I shouted at my laptop, swishing my Pepsi arm around like an angry loon. "All that hard work to show you people what's REALLY out there and you demote me to fanfic status?! FORGET YOU PEASANTS." I couldn't slam the top down any more angrily.

Forget those peasants, indeed! For that such treason, I'd just forget to post as often and maybe leave them in suspense awhile longer! 

THAT'LL SHOW 'EM, sarah, why are you so pathetic

But hey, I wish Middle Earth had WiFi and technology, cuz I'm really curious how the gang is doing, what with Thorin having his mountain back and all. Things are certainly a heck of a lot more different now that I basically changed all of history. Even though Thorin, Kili and Fili were canon-wise the only three that died that I went and saved, things still went mega wrong..or right?..and now it's unclear how the events of Lord of the Rings would come into play. I really need to contact them, but alas.

There's no way to reach such a primitive world and it distresses me.

So yeah, I snuffed my anxiety by cramming my mouth with chips.

Oy berry. I really am pathetic. 

Time went on as I just sat there, doing this and that.

My night-owlish insomnia kept me up for quite awhile and it eventually got to be boring, what with the boys still being passed out and all.

Much of what I did at home I couldn't do here. Probably should've been sleeping like the doctor said, but I wasn't in the least bit tired.

Plus I heal pretty fast, so there really was no need. 

My mind was revved up from the last 'adventure' (I was jipped, that was not a world I wished to visit), racing with questions and theories that only I could ponder on, as the others either didn't need to know or wouldn't care even if I told them.
I was eager to find out what our next destination would be.

What time and circumstance had in store for me. 

Which life threatening encounter would scar me for eternity. 

Which brought me to a realization. 

I couldn't predict the T.A.R.D.I.S.' random teleports.

Each world thus far had been a total surprise, none of which I had requested. I fully believe that if I put in for Narnia, it would take me to a gas station in Texas. I wanted to go to Paris, it'd take me to Disney Castle. I just couldn't trust it. 

Therefore I had to take precautions. The next world could literally be anywhere. One of which being somewhere unfamiliar to me. 

A very rare occurrence, considering I love or am familiar with almost everything. Still, it could happen with my luck. 

So, I played it safe. I utilized the ship's ability to play movies and TV shows from any time period. For FREE.

What with all the time in my hands, it was certainly wise for me to start getting familiar. There were particular films in mind coming up in May that I was greatly looking forward to. Being Maleficent and Amazing Spider-Man 2. So I jumped on board the cheating train, and saddled up in meh chair to prepare to increase my knowledge. 

Any chance I get, this is what I'll do. Watch movies in space. 

~

 Ah, but the films, though.
So good, yet SO FRUITING SAD.
Maleficent was miles away from the traditional tale, but hey, I loved it.
And Amazing Spider-Man 2, what do I even say, it is now one of my all-time favorites, oh my word, gjdggjdj.
But yeah, nearly five hours later, I was left with staring at the screen, completely flumbergasted and fueled by fangirl feels that urged me to get up and live. I was ready for adventure, darn it, why wouldn't those boys wake up already. I checked the time.. before watching, no pun intended, it was 7:45 AM, my time. After watching, it was now pushing 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The boys had been sleeping a long time, which made me begin to wonder if I should check on them again.
Cuz like, what if they're dead or something?
WHAT IF THEY NEED ME?
That'd be such a nope situation. And like, yeah.
I am like, no, dude.
I wasn't gonna risk it. So I hopped up and fled down the hall.
Peeking back into their rooms, however, I saw that they were still all asleep, like cuddly little villainous babes too precious for any world.
'Twas adorable. Whether I should wake them up or not was still in question. There was more I could do with my private time.
More I could study. Maybe I could step out and play with the marbles I was frequently fiddling with in my pocket.
Or buy something at a store. A good shopping around would be fun.
Take my mind off of being broken in every way by the brute back at the market. I wasn't exactly ready enough to bicker with the boys.
.....but by Joe, I forgot. I was gonna speak to Emily again!
AND HANNAH. I HADN'T EVEN TOLD HANNAH.
I so desperately needed to tell Hannah or else she'd eat my hair.

I quickly snuck back to my laptop and huddled on the couch, wrapping myself up like a porcelain burrito inside a blanket, as I intensely stared the computer screen down, signing onto facebook.
I immediately opened the chat for Em and Hannah and started to type as fast as my fingers could go. With all my stirring, there was no telling when the boys would awaken and decide to just walk on in.
Despite my best efforts to keep it going, the connection started to falter, and the feed kept fluctuating, causing the system to slow down in order to concentrate its resources on getting the connection back up.
"Dratted future tech! Why you fail me?"
I smacked the side of the screen, my ring making a clanging sound as it came into contact, since I wasn't currently wearing my gloves.
"WORK, darn you!"
But alas, it continued to fluctuate and disappoint me and I finally had enough of it, so I sent out a groan of frustration, slapped the top down once again, and tossed it into the chair across from me, soon rubbing my face irritatedly......I hate slow......shoosh.

But being irritated suddenly got me hungry, and the fridge summoned me, so I came forth. I pulled out a pizza slice and another soda to keep me awake and functioning. Back at the couch, I munched like a greedy gerbil, as I pulled out my notebook and scribbled down more of this here story.
A thrilling time to be alive, indeed. It's not often I get total silence for reading and writing, which is no doubt the reason it takes me a millennia to finish a book or put out a chapter.

Some peeps just work differently when it comes to focus.
Some work better in chaos or constant noise. Others with something playing or a little ambience in the background.
But me..total silence. Absolute silence.
Unless I need an inspire, then soundtrack music is my friend.

As I wrote, spanning from 5 to 10 minutes, I abruptly felt a slight irritation on my palm. Not one of pain, but of familiarity.
A residue of memory. So I gave my hand a quick peek..ah yes.
The wound from the black arrow. The one that was apparently becoming infected. In truth, I'd forgotten all about it, what with me constantly wearing gloves, which I again currently was not.
It was all healed now, just a small scab sitting awkwardly on my white skin, waiting to be gotten rid of. My guess is between Tink's concoction and the market doc's medicine, the wound was repaired and was quickly becoming a faded memory. Though to be perfectly honest, I do heal fast, so it very well could've been just me.
One way or another, I was fine again. In every sense.
When I honestly shouldn't be. Good to see the rotten thing disappearing.
. . . . . . munch . . . . .
. . . . . munch munch . . . . .
. . . . . munch . .
being by yourself is boring.
At least when you're in a time machine and four fictional characters are sleeping in another room and you just wanna adventure.
Though actually, it is a little-
"You're up early"
. . Well that didn't last long.

My large bright eyes lifted to the four gentlemen stumbling groggily into the room. Master was rubbing his fingers through his messy bleach blonde hair, Jim rubbing his dark brown eyes with his fist, Bane was holding his no doubt aching bald head and Joker was yawning up a storm..soon running into the wall. They looked like tired little boys, it was so cute.

I quickly closed my book and hid it and my pen behind my back, cuz secrets. "I'm secretly a vampire." 
Wut, why'd that come out, I don't even like vampires.
Guilt makes you say weird things.
Master flexed his eyebrows as he took a seat across from me.
"What an outstanding coincidence, as am I."
"No you're not, I am." Jim immediately argued.
I sighed heavily, "The day has just begun.."
It was spoken loud enough to be heard by the two, and in response, they turned their heads away in full innocence.
"It's actually in the afternoon, anyhow."
"Is it?" Master checked the time on his fancy little pocketwatch.
"My time, anyway. My time back home."
Master lifted his head, giving me a snooty expression, before stepping closer and shoving the watch in my direction.
"We go by UNIVERSE time on this vessel. Not your pathetic planet's."
Cue my usual narrowed eyes and triggered sass saved specially for the Master. "How about we go by any time Sarah feels cuz she's in charge and you're not." Master rolled his eyes and groaned at my stubbornness, and spouted out in defiance, but was soon interrupted as Joker let out a mocking exhale that drew the Timelord and I's attention.
"The day has just begun."
Le sigh. Very funny.

He currently sat in one of the stools next to the control panel, letting out a massive yawn that looked terrifying due to the scars, and I looked at him with major concern because he's very concerning, raising an eyebrow only slightly, until his dark eyes turned to me and my heart jumped.
"I'M FINE" I instantly yelped.
The room was full of quizzical men.
"Congratulations, we didn't ask." J sassed.
The only way I could save myself was throwing my empty Pepsi bottle in Jim's direction and clear my throat in the anthem of our great country to make them see I was normal again.
"SO" I chirped. "How you boys feeling, did ya get a good sleep?"
Master and Jim cricked their necks almost simultaneously, while Joker rubbed the back of his, and Bane stroked his arm. The one that got broken.
"I slept alright, my injuries have healed. I suppose that's a good sign."
"My head's a wee bit fuzzy, but I'm fine."
"I slept well, and have recovered immensely, thank you."
"Well, I am sort've achy after that fight-"
"WAIT, YOU DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT, GET OUT"
"YOU GET OUT, I WAS THERE IN SPIRIT."
"YOU WERE THERE IN NO SPIRITS, YOU BAILED ON US."
"OH YEAH?"
"YEAH"
"ALRIGHT THEN."
J rolled his shoulder. "Well SOMEone had to watch the ship."
"I would have preferred someone ELSE to do that job.."
My eyes immediately gravitated to a certain Irish raccoon, who looked away innocently.
"You succeeded with me, stop complaining."
"Bruh, you may be a handsome clever devil, but a fighter you are not."
Jim looked offendedly at me.
"OI, I CAN DO WHATEVER THE CLOWN CAN"
"LIES. JOKER'S A REMARKABLE FIGHTER."
"Aww, thanks. ♥"
(...)
"LIES, I CAN DO ALL THE THINGS"
"YOU WERE ABOUT AS USEFUL OUT THERE AS A CERTAIN BRITISH TIMEMONKEY WHO GOT INJURED CUZ HE DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIS QUEEN."
"that is bLATANT DISCRIMINATION AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT."
"WELL GOOD THING YOU'RE SITTING"
"I HATE YOU"
"I HATE BALLOONS"
"JOKER, THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE"
"HURRAH"
"WHY ARE WE YELLING"
"I DON'T KNOW, BUT WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST, KID?"

I couldn't help but gape at his question.
"Whatta ya mean 'What's for breakfast'??!! You think I'm gonna make you boys breakfast every stinking morning? Like some kind've handmaiden?! I ain't your wife!" "Well actually-" "Shuddup, Jim."
He sagged quietly.
"Well what's the point o' ya then?!"
I squeezed one eye shut as I stared at the floor, biting my own tongue.
I wouldn't go on with it, no big speeches, no big show, I ain't no feminist, NO DRAMA NO DRAMA. No, instead, I just threw a remote at J's head, but he ducked, of course, and laughed in triumph and amusement at my violence. "QUIT BEING A BRAT" I spewed.
"The day has just begun." The Master now used, starting up his coffee machine. I sighed, shaking my head, rising now to head toward the fridge. "Quite right."
I grabbed another Pepsi and slice of pizza, stumbling back to the couch.
"There's perfectly good pizza in the fridge, gorge yourselves."

As I came closer, though, one of the boys suddenly rushed in from behind me and leapt in my place and I legitimately squealed.
Moriarty grinned, patting at the spot next to him, his expression teeming with mischief. "Go ahead, take a seat. Plenty of room for both of us."
"GET OUT'VE MY SEAT"
"BUT THERE'S PLENTY OF ROOM"
"GET OUT'VE MY SEAT RIGHT NOW"
In that second, my heart skipped 20 beats as he abruptly made a face, reached in behind him, and pulled out my pen and notebook.
My eyes stung from how wide they grew and I lost the ability to breathe.
"What's this?" He muttered half-curiously, while flashing me a sneaky smirk, indicating he knew exactly what it was and was toying with me.
I just about flipped a cap when he opened it.
"Hmmm, 'Adventuring with Villai'-"
"THAT'S MINE, GIVE IT TO ME"
I practically screeched as I leapt in a flash from my former position to the couch and found myself crawling all over him to retrieve it.
He flinched as I landed on him, but instead of yielding, he started fighting me off with one hand while holding the book over his head with the other,
TRYING TO READ THE PAGES.
"-'Villainous Ch'-"
"GIVE IT BACK!!!"
"-'NOUS  CHA'-"
"GIVE. IT. BACK!!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO DESPERATE?"
"I WILL LITERALLY KILL YOU, HAND IT OVER"
"The day has just begun.."
"WHY DO YOU WANT IT SO BADLY?"
"GIVE IT, YOU FREAK!!"
I yelled hoarsely, while simultaneously fisting him like crazy.
He winced and flinched and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact. But still, he refused to return it.
"NOW"
"WHY"
"THE DAY HAS JUST BEGUN"

The Joker was currently laughing his butt off, with Bane shaking his head at the Master, which made the Timelord turn around and approach us.
"OI! BEHAVE, YOU TWO."
He was too late.. for by the time he said something, I had reached the point of desperation and had punched Jim so hard and suddenly in the gut, he heaved with enlarged eyes, his hands jumping to hold his innards, and soon recoiled like a shriveling bug.
I wasted no time in grabbing my notebook and pen and backing away, right into the Master, which made me wince in surprise.
He stared me down curiously at first until his eyes moved to Moriarty.
An instant smile appeared.
Jim was still curled into a ball, coughing and choking at the pain I caused. Boy, that sure brought back memories.
Master just chuckled, "If he was any other man, I would criticize you for picking on him, but..."
"Shove off." Jim exasperated whilst sitting back up, holding onto his stomach, with a tightened pained face.
His eyes darkly glared at me. "You've got bony knuckles."
"Indeed, she does." Master agreed, grinning at me.

I took a deep breath, unable to come out with words, holding my book and pen so close to my chest, they nearly merged into me.
Jim squeezed his eyes tight and leaned over, still holding onto his abdomen, trying to avoid us hearing him groan.
"How hard did you punch him???" Master questioned with a raised brow.
"I'm going to vomit my insides.."
"That hard." I answered.
The Timelord looked me, wincing, both brows now raised.
"Remind me to not *beep* you off that badly in the future.."
"Language." J mocked.
Pretty soon, I wouldn't even have to speak my regular lines, cuz the clown was beating me to it.
"Oof..." Jim muttered, my eyes returning to him to see that his was welled up with tears of pain. Master looked, too. "Love hurts, mate."
Just when it couldn't get worse, it did, as Joker up and came behind Jim, leaned over, grinned at me, and whispered-
"I bet chya she admitted how much she loves ya in that book."
Like that, he hopped away from my wrath, as Jim sprung himself up like a Jack-In-A-Box, and fixed his eyes on me with renewed fixation, and my mouth fell to the floor, my face flushing, and the Master busted out laughing along with the clown.
"YOU TROLL!!" I hissed, covering my face with my book.
"So it's true?!" Jim exclaimed, jumping from the couch.
"NO, IT'S A VICIOUS LIE."
"I should be recording this." Joker spouted, but I shot a finger at him.
"You have DONE ENOUGH, clown!!"
"NOT NEARLY" He shot back.
I ran out've ideas, so I ran behind Master, "SAVE ME"
Still chuckling, he peeked at me. "What d'you want ME to do?"
Stop laughing, for one.

"Anything, zap me, zap them, zap the ship, I don't care!"
"Mm, there's not really a downside to this matter, is there?"
"Now she's hiding, it's a sign, she's keeping her feelings from me, it's trueeeeee looovveeee."
Jim fell gracefully onto the couch, holding his heart teasingly.
"Okay, now I KNOW you're faking it, cuz you do NOT act like that when you're for real!"
Joker snapped his head to Jim and I wanted to choke,
"You hear that?! She doubts your love! She doesn't think you're for real! She thinks you're afraid of commitment!!" Jim's mouth fell. I threw my pen at the instigator.
"S H U T  U P"
Joker cackled, "Teen drama, I'll get the popcorn!"
"But it's too early for popcorn." Master pointed out.
"JIM'S NOT EVEN A TEENAGER"
"Who says?"
"BUT HE'S NOT!" I yelped, waving my arms frantically, feeling like a distressed cartoon character. "Ohhh, so you like older men, huh? Makes sense."
"What the----I'm done with you."
"Don't deny it."
"I am literally going to kill all of you."
"Too late, I'm bored, I'm getting some grub."
He moved to the fridge and I kicked him and he kicked back.
I was so full of fury, oh my gawrd.
I immediately turned and headed for the hall. "I'm done with all of you."
"'Ey, while you're done with us, get my makeup kit from my room."
J almost sounded normal for once, but still almost.
"No."
"Thanks, babe."

I can't keep up with those four. They were literally only up for 15 minutes and I needed yet another Pepsi for a major headache, like...I was raising children, not traveling with grown men.
..anyway, once I delivered my notebook and pen to my room, I slipped into J's room and stopped.
Well goodness.
He apparently had done some decorating while here alone.
The room was painted a very dark purple and had gory pictures of not only bodies, but skulls and other such bloody dark images framed up in full detail.
There were some bullet holes in the walls, with smiley faces and 'Why So Serious' crudely painted in red here and there. His bed was messy, him not bothering to make it, and all around me laid knife after knife of every kind, scattered all over the floor. What made the atmosphere worse was the fact that a candle served as the only light in the room, and was a dim one at that.
I'm not usually a squeamish girl, but the whole place made me shiver.
Out of all the four, the Joker was by far the sickest and creepiest.
Yes, the others were perfectly capable of horrible, despicable things, but they frankly were not honest about their darkest intentions. Jim and Master often present them in a rather playful, cocky manner.
Bane was pretty brutal, but not to everyone. Depended on the person for him to show his darkest side.
Joker? You take one look at the man and you just feel sick.
You KNOW he's gonna carve you up.
And being in his room, surrounded by the glimpse into his psyche, I almost felt as if he were right there standing behind me, threatening my life with one of his many knives.

Not wanting to be there any longer, I rushed to his bedside table and searched for the kit.
Not there. Then to his shelf. Also not there.
His bed, nope. His other shelf, nope.
His floor? Naw.
Then I got down and looked UNDER the bed..aha!
The kit. I pulled it out and brought it close to me.
That's when I spotted something..a small notepad, with messy handwriting titling "notes".
....
.........
...............
You don't say?
With a single gulp, I reached in and took it, bringing it along with me as I sat back up.
I stared at it for just a second. Something about this felt very off.
Notes for what?? The question of whether or not I should look at it or not came to mind.
Joker wasn't here to stop me, so..I brought my fingers up, gulping once more, and I went for it, before my arm was suddenly jerked upwards and I felt my breath leave me as I shot my head up, directly at the clown's face. His dark eyes, surrounded by fading black makeup, peered right into me with zero emotion and zero light. His irises themselves were almost black.
His grip on my arm was tight and painful, but I didn't say a word.
Although my breathing was quickly accelerating and I tried to mask the fact that my chest was heave-hoing viciously from pumping so hard.
"Whatta ya doin'?" J asked in a quiet, but serious tone, low key trying to be as calm as possible.
My eyes dared to glance down and back up. I lifted the notepad and raised it to his level.
"This was down there. I think it fell."

His eyes didn't even move. But he took it regardless.
"Thank you." He said ungenuinely.
I lifted the kit next. "And this."
He took that, too. "How thoughtful. You were taking too long."
"I literally just got in here."
"Still too long. Now that you're done, get out."
I scrunched my face at his rudeness. "How RUDE."
I stood up and cautiously passed him, my head lowering between my shoulders, bracing myself for an attack. But I only found myself walking away uncomfortably, waiting for something to happen that didn't. I slightly turned my head to give him one last look, and he gave me one in return.
I quietly gulped. "I'll be waiting for you..."
He didn't answer. Just stared. I turned my head back around and exited through the open door.
Once out into the hall, I let out such a gasp of relief, my lungs hurt.
Thank God, that was terrifying, never do that again Demens.

"Lord have mercy." I let out as I entered the living room, shaking my head.
I lifted my said head up at the boys where I once again found myself squealing.
MASTER WAS ON MY LAPTOP.
"W H A T  A R E  Y O U  D O I N G?!?!?!"
He flinched his head to me. "Using the computer."
"THAT'S MINE, THOUGH."
He shrugged and looked down, with very little to no interest in his mannerism.
"Whatever...you've got some interesting friends."
"For God's sakes, YOU IDIOTS!!" I ran in and slammed the top right on his fingers, and he drew them back with a yell, shaking them. I tucked the laptop under my arm and kicked at him, then Jim, who was still on the couch, then swooshed at Bane. "NO ONE touches my stuff EVER, you got that?" I pointed an angry finger. "You do and I'll eat you all!"
"Cannibalism?! That's MY thing!" Master mocked.
I narrowed my eyes. "Shut it, you troll. Besides, we're not even the same species."
"You're being awfully jumpy about your little book and computer."
I peeked at the clown who had silently entered the room from behind me.
"Now I'M curious, whatta ya hiding, kid?"
"None o' your beeswax."
Master arose, placing his hands inside his hoodie's pockets.
"Why, Demens? What ARE you hiding??"
I swiveled my head around, secretly starting to panic.
"I don't have to answer to you..any of you."
"You're dodging the question."
"Gosh, you're not my parents, not my boyfriends, I don't have to be honest with you, so back off!"
"People only keep secrets from someone when they don't want that particular person to find out."
Jim rose. "So what are you hiding, my dear?"
My breathing accelerated again.

I started cussing every living thing under my breath as I suffocated, being pushed into a mental corner.
I felt absolutely helpless, what with the three surrounding me, whom all proceeded to continue asking questions which I refused to answer, until I gasped as the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently and I braced myself, the whole thing seeming to move as if by magic and all of us looked around frantically.
"Oh not aga-" Master's eyes stopped at the control panel.
He had a sudden look of confusion. "Bane?!"
Bane?
I shot my head at the said masked man and my mouth couldn't help but fall.
Bane was controlling the ship!
Coincidentally while I was being interrogated? Hmm..
I think not.
It appeared that Bane had come to my rescue once more. :')

Master rushed to the masked man, looking as peeved and offended as ever that someone else was taking command of his vessel. "What the bloody *beep* do you think you're doing?!"
ooh, he was mad.
"I think it's quite obvious what I am doing." Bane sassed.
"Where are you taking us?! Shove off!"
"Our next destination."
"And where is that?"
Bane looked to the screen, indicating to the Master that he should look.
"We'll know when we arrive."
Master soon got too irritated to keep his eyes on the monitor and looked back at our companion, so full of anger, his head was about to pop. "This is MY ship, you masked freak. Step away from the controls RIGHT NOW." "Calm yourself, man." Bane tugged at a control in an eerily calm manner.
"It will all be over shortly."
He reached for another, but his hand was soon smacked away from a yelping Master who pointed to another. "Not THAT one-- THAT one!"
Bane gave him a dark glare that spanned for several seconds that obviously got to Master, before doing as he was directed. "If you want to start being useful, mind that switch."
Master, trying not to be offended, turned to a toggle and took control of it, as Bane maintained the rest.
While they focused on steering and what not, my eyes moved to Jim and Joker..Jim was watching, hands in pockets, but I looked at J and saw that he was staring right at me, unamused.
He knew what Bane had done and he wasn't giving in to it.
I had no time for him, though, so I looked away and drifted toward the control panel.
"Where to next?" I whispered to the ship, stroking the system's center.
"Please, nothing cheesy or nonfiction. Someplace fun and new and exciting. And preferably modern."

In accordance, which felt kind've like my imagination except it was not, I could feel the system hum gently under my palm and my head lifted, a bit taken by surprise.
I glared at the others to see if they noticed, but said nothing as they did not.
It wasn't important, nay nay. Nothing special enough to mention.
Good thing, too, cuz next came the very familiar jerk of the ship that it makes before navigating you through a portal, taking a detour, driving you somewhere that you don't wanna go.
It shook us all around with no care of our insides, which caused me to have to press against the counter to keep my balance. Master then gripped onto the side of the panel, Bane onto the above toggle, and with a very loud "EVERYONE HOLD ON!" in the Timelord's deep British accent, soon everyone grabbed onto something as we all 'braced for impact'.
In other words, crash land. Again.

But as we all clenched our teeth, tightened our grips, tensed our muscles, and squeezed our eyes shut, preparing to be knocked unconscious by the ship, we found ourselves sitting in awkward still silence, holding onto everything and waiting impatiently for an event that did not intend on happening.
Master and Bane lifted their heads up and glanced around, letting go of their life support handles and slowly stepping away from the column. I spotted Moriarty curled up on the couch, Joker holding onto the table. "WHEW" He said, letting go to fix his tie. "THAT was a close one."
Bane gave him a glance, then me, before turning his eyes back to the T.A.R.D.I.S. console.
"A close one, indeed." He examined the monitor, which stole Master's attention to come and inspect.
"We've been thrown off course again." He announced.
"No kidding." I mumbled. "What the blazes?" Jim spoke aloud, migrating next to me.
"I'm getting so sick of this--..." Master muttered the rest of his sentence so that I wouldn't hear the no doubt vulgar climax. Even so, I still narrowed my eyes at him, judgmentally.

He, meanwhile, leaned over to check on all the stats. "I think you came close to breaking my ship, you bloody masked rhino." "I'll soon come close to breaking more than your ship, Mr. Saxon."
Master's head shot to Bane in surprised alarm. Ah..so the dear masked boy's inner sass and terror seemed to be coming out quite gradually. He was showing himself more and more not only to me, but also to the other boys. They seemed scared. They SHOULD be scared.
Especially since it appeared that Bane was on my side, more so than the rest.
"Look who's coming out of their shell.." The Timelord observed, putting up his usual snarky, confident demeanor to mask his intimidation. "You're getting awfully saucy, aren't you?"
"Ah, but Bane's the sauciest brute you'll meet!" J exclaimed, coming from no where, happily slapping an arm around Bane's shoulders. Bane, of course, stared him down in judgment.
"I happen to know that this guy has a track record for being saucy, with all his traveling companions."
"Remove the arm."
But J continued, "There's no stopping him when he's coming at someone, no matter who or what, he'll sauce ya and kill ya. He's a real winner in my book. One of the toughest and baddest sharks to swim in Gotham." His eyes rolled to Bane, comically. "I'm a great admirer of your work, truly."
"Now."
Joker's smile disappeared and he licked at his scars, soon exhaling with a slight growl.
His arm removed itself.
Master rose a brow as he folded his arms.
Bane and Joker looked to him. He shook his head.
"I'll never understand you three idiots."
"That's my line, I'm cleverer than you all."
"Shuddup, Moriarty." The three men said in unison. Yes, even Bane.

"Well let's not waste anymore time here, k boys?"
All their eyes turned to me. I glared at them.
"We got a new world to visit. People to meet, problems to solve, secrets to discover, and it beTTER BE GOTHAM!!!"
Running so fast, throwing the door open so aggressively, the boys having no time at all to catch up with me, I was outside in no time and breathing in fresh new air, standing on brand new ground.
But alas...I slumped..the boys piled out behind me, the door closing behind us, and we all looked around. We were in an alley, trash here and there, a bright sky above, peeking out from between two buildings. Joker placed his hands at his hips and sighed heavily.
"Well it definitely ain't Gotham. Too cheery. Too bright. Still a city, though.."
I felt like melting, I was so depressed. Master only snickered at my misery like a jerk.
"What did the screen say, where are we?" Jim questioned.
"The data was inconclusive at the time." Bane answered, towering over us.
I sulked and began to turn, "I'm going back inside."
But Bane prevented me from turning all the way and shoved me back by my shoulders to face straight ahead once more. "No you don't." He scolded. "You are going to have an adventure, Gotham or not."
I made such a mean face, you don't understand.
"C'mon, Demens, be the queen you tagged along as. Where are we?"
I jerked my head at Joker with a raised eyebrow. "How the heck should I know?!"
"Well can't you tell?" "By a street alley?!"
"You're supposed to be talented!"
"I'm not PSYCHIC! I need a little more to go on!"
 I waved a hand at everything. "I mean, we could be in any stupid city in the universe! There's no telling where the T.A.R.D.I.S. has taken us this time!"
"Where the T.A.R.D.I.S. has taken us..??" Master abruptly gained a lost look on his face.
"The T.A.R.D.I.S. hasn't taken us anywh-" "SHUSH, do you hear that?"
The boys grew silent. I cocked my head to hear.
Two passersby..two men were talking. Jim shifted, "Couple of mor-"
"SHHHHH"
In the silence, the men continued to talk. But it wasn't just the men talking that I heard; there was music in the distance, as well. 1901 by Phoenix was playing. OoO
Yes, I like that song. You'd be surprised how many awesome songs they play in car commercials.
But that ain't the point, cuz the men, they talked, and--
"Yeah, it's been a mess here ever since the Lizard pulled his crap. Glad the guy's locked up, man.."
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"I KNOW WHERE WE ARE!!!"
I exploded as I launched myself from the group.
They raced after me as I zoomed down the alley leading into the city.
"WHERE, GOTHAM?!" Jim exclaimed.
"THE NEXT BEST THING!"

I flew from the darkness of the alley into the open streets, brightened and covered by the blue of the sky above, surrounded by immense buildings and people and cars, 1901, car horns and voices blasting in the background. I skid to an immediate stop and stared above at the huge TV screens plastered all over the place, my heart racing, eyes sparkling with joy, my body rotating all around as I marveled at what I saw. Spider-Man.