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Chapter Seven: Ragady

“What do you want to be called?”
It’s so strange. No one’s ever been this kind to me before. I suspect it isn’t real, isn’t true, how could it be? It must be some form of trick. Yet, when I read Scarecrow I find nothing which suggests this notion to be true. He actually does want to help me, actually sees me as more than just a Ragdoll, sees me as…a person. All my life I’ve wanted to be considered a person like everyone else, to have rights like everyone else, to have others acknowledge that I feel to. Here at last I’ve found that.

So why is it I’m so uncomfortable with the fact? Person. Human. All my life I’ve wanted to be called these things, yet now I find the words to be a disgrace to my being. Why should I be a person? What is it that makes me human? Humans are such cruel creatures, they hold such twisted ideals. Why is it I have always wanted to adopt the name? Perhaps I’ve been looking at the term all wrong, I’ve been looking at the name given through their eyes, and that is all wrong. No, I don’t like the term, it doesn’t suit me. Ragdoll, that does suit me.

“Ragdoll, that is what I should be called. It’s what they have made me into, what they have chosen to be their destruction. What they will come to be, ragdolls, just like me.” I can’t help but smile at the idea, showing them what it’s like, making them like they made me.
“But you know what has to come first…” Scarecrow reminds, as if I’d truly forgotten.
“Yes, the Bat-Creature must die, slowly. The ones who stand in the way are just as guilty as them.
“Ah, but not just the Bat-bully, you can’t forget all the other little creatures he has to help him along, the ones running around the city in his steed.” Just how many others are we talking about here?
“Can we really get them all at once?” I ask.
“We can get the whole city at once.” Scarecrow grins.

“The whole city? Every last one?” I love the idea, but only if it brings a satisfying enough result.
“Well, potentially the entire city, but it will take time to spread. In the mean time the Batman will show up and try to put a stopper on things, he always does.” Scarecrow explains, obviously having done this more than enough times. At least one of us will know what they’re doing.
“In fact, I already have everything prepared; the only thing I’ve been waiting for is the right time to set things in motion.”
“Then what is it I’m supposed to do?” It seems to me like just about everything’s been covered.
“Oh it’s quite simple, really. You see, when the Batman figures things out, which I can assure you he will, he’ll come to stop everything while he can. What I need you to do is keep him occupied until his time runs out.” Ah, now I see.
“A distraction? I can be quite good at that. Can I use any means possible?” The ideas are already forming in my mind.
“Of course you can, whatever works. Whatever will throw him off, which I have a good feeling you’ll be able to do with no trouble. Why, what are you thinking of?”
“How the blood will flow…” I grin, and leave my answer at that. I’m very good at surprises, very good indeed.

(Guess what? I’m almost done! Originally I thought this would be like 23 chapters long, but I think it’s only going to be 13 now! At any rate, review please, the next chapter is going to be from Batman’s perspective, I’m looking to have this completed and posted within the next two weeks.)