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[The water dripped as it rinsed over my skin. I raised my hand, now free of the cast that had protected my wrist for months as it held. My stupid wrist that was snapped by that stupid clown. Anger still burned, like ash in a fire that hadn’t yet burned out. There was no smothering it out. The Justice League weren’t heroes. They were nothing like the papers praised. They were not the great protectors of society. They were not the grand rescuers of the distressed or the champions for good. No, they were just like the bullies they fight against. This bullshit they called therapy was just them digging for confessions. Should I tell them about the time I was left in a bank vault after Joker had gotten the money out? How they also left me there, ignoring me, just so the Bat and his brats could chase after that fucking clown? Left to be a decoy..again? Should I give them the ammo to add to their teasing of me? More humiliation to add? My hands curled into fists as I screamed out in a loud echo punched the tile of the shower wall. Would they hear? Would they care? Probably not. I’m only good enough for them to use as bait for Batman’s obsession. “𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?” I took a deep breath as I looked back towards the door. A hand moved to catch the curtain before it was pulled.] 𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝐵𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽. 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. [“𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚍, 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.” I gave an annoyed response to the words she spoke. The conference room would either be the Justice Bratpack summoning me to toss me off the roof again, or maybe it was to tease me about my stay in Arkham. I hadn’t forgotten the diagnosis I was given. Fuck, Bats. He was the delusional one. Not me. I waited until I heard the door shut back. I peeked my head to see the room was empty again. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around myself. A palm reaches to wipe the steam that had blurred the mirror. I was met with a reflection that looked weak, tired, unrecognizable. Who is that girl in the mirror? That can’t be me, can it? I shook my head as I reached for my clothes. Choosing to wear my black athletic legging that squeezed my thighs in tight soft hold. I added straps to wrap even tighter, needing the pain to numb out the thoughts in my head. I pulled on a sports bra and sleeveless t-shirt. I ran a brush through my hair to brush out the tangles that would later frizz if I left it to dry without brushing them out. I took my time brushing my teeth. Maybe they’d be so annoyed about me taking too long, they’d stop waiting. Maybe they would forget they even requested me. I slipped into my boots. Decorated with straps similar to the ones that held tight to my legs. I stepped out of the room, thankful that Batgirl hadn’t lingered longer in the room. I no longer trusted any of them. Every man..woman for herself up in this bitch now. I stepped out of the room, ready to take my time to walk the hall for I reached the room I was supposed to go to. BUT, of course, Bat bitch was standing, arms crossed over her chest like she had been waiting for hours. Had she? Good maybe she knows how it felt to wait for her and her buddies to spring me out of the Hell they’d place me in months ago. “𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐” she reached to hook her arm in mine and I immediately jerked away from her hold.] 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀. 𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑀𝐸 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉. 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉. [“𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘–” I raised a hand to stop her from finishing the word. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to see her mouth even move to complete the word. Sorry. Fuck that word. I don’t know what came over me but a hand whipped and gripped at her collar as I jerked her closer to me. My eyes burn into her shocked gaze.] 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎? 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜.. 𝓃𝑜.. 𝓃𝑜.. 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝐹𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎. [I shoved her back and backed my steps down the hall. Only the sound of my rubber soles squeaking with each step echoed around us. There were no whispers, no words, not even a clearing of a throat as we walked. Bat girl stayed behind me as I stepped ahead of her. I’d look back just to make sure there was enough of a distance that she wouldn’t be able to just reach out and touch me. When we reached the conference door I reached to jerk it open. Locked. I let out a huff as I dropped my hand and waited for Batgirl to catch up and swipe her keycard. She did and the door gave a hard pop. I jumped back, the sound echoed through my eardrums bringing me back to Arkham.“𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢.. 𝙷𝚎𝚢.. 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞..?” I waved off the question as my mind came back to the present.] 𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒. [I pushed past her and rolled my eyes. All the goddamn Justice punks were present and seated at a table. Was this a judgment? Had I actually failed therapy? Geez-us add that to the list of failed plans. “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭.” Superstupid spoke, leaving Wondertits and Bats to sit silently. My fingers traced the chair and tapped as I tried to sort out the words I needed to say.] 𝒩𝑜. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓉. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝒴 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯. [“𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢.. 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝.” I felt a hand clap my shoulder and I immediately sprung forward to get away from the hold. Superman raised a hand.“𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” I raised a brow at the big three sitting at the center of the large table in front of me, searching their faces for a cracked smile or any other signs that this was all just a big joke to them. When I couldn’t find one, no one seemed to change their stoic expressions. I slowly lowered myself to the chair pulled to the center of the room just for me.]