Writer's POV.

Arkham asylum.
Almost all of the most psychotic villains are held there.

And Sun-Hi, was going in there.
A twelve year old surrounded by psychopaths?
Not gonna end well.

A thick stream of purple smoke spread throughout the corridors of Arkham Asylum's fourth floor till it all gathered up into one cell.

A man shot right out of bed as he sensed a presence and observed the purple smoke forming a lone figure before him.

A broad grin appeared on his face, lit by the moonlight giving him an eerie look but also illuminating his face just enough for you to make out his appearance.
Glasses rested upon a long pointy nose, locks of dark brown hair fell into his eyes highlighting his long and skinny chiseled face.

Enygma grinned at the 12 year old girl that stood before me.

"So this, is what you meant by I have my ways"
Sun-Hi only smirked in response and held out her hand as she said
"It's right behind you, creeps all around and never makes a sound."
"A ghost..."

His eyes widened as the feeling of cold hands met his shoulders and was overwhelmed by a blur of purple smoke.

??? POV

"I told you to bring her here! Yet not only you let her get away; but you let her take the documents!" He shouted while throwing a glass bottle at me.

The alcohol poared on the floor.
"Father, I apologise-"
"YOU'RE NO SON OF MINE!!!"
I stood there in shock.
"Now go. Find. That. Girl. And. Bring. Her. Here!"

He shouted the last part also with his mind, making my head throb in pain.

One thing I didn't get, was why wasn't he able to track her down with his mind? It's not like she's a ghost.

Sun-Hi was a mere 12 year old whimp that went to my school and worked for my father but for some reason she seems to have turned against him...

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Writer's POV.

"Alright!" Said Sun-Hi clapping her hands as the purple smoke dissipated away, revealing an abbandoned theatre.

"You helped me get the documents so now it's time to bring down the Penguin. My sources say he has been spending a whole lot of time at the docks and that those three assassins at the airport were sent by him. But why I don't know."

"You manipulate ghosts. Who wouldn't want you as an ally?"
"How...?"
"I'm no idiot Sun-Hi Korki Whang."

I gulped.
That didn't sound the slightest bit like a creepy stalker.
Note the sarcasm in that.

"Now." I tossed him his cane which he caught with graceful ease and spun it till it lay across his shoulders.
"What's your plan to get the Penguin?"