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[{Face pressed to the small window of the heavy metal door. Screams echoed through the hall as the orderlies came through with their needles of sedation. Days had passed since I had been drugged and tossed into this hell cell by Bats. According to Calendar man it has been 3 weeks and two days. What was Batman’s grand plan? Was this a trap or did I fail therapy? How the fuck do you fail therapy? Maybe am I /that/ fucked in the head. Unfixable. I dropped from my tip toes and stepped away from the door. The locks made loud clicks and clunks as they turned. Nurse Grunts-a-lot stepped in with the cup of pills in her hand. No needle today. I raised an eyebrow at the change.“𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.” I looked down at the pills in the small plastic cup. I raised a brow as I raised my eyes from the cup to the nurse.}] 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒸 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒? [{The nurse holds up a medicine cup filled with water. Just a shot to swallow it all down. “𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.” I shook my head. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙀? Hell nah, what the fuck did he tell Hugo? The fuck? I pushed the cup of meds back to the nurse. The muscles she brought with her rushed the room to pin both hands as one of them pressed his fat fingers against my cheeks to force my mouth open. The nurse stepped forward with a frustrated grunt and dropped the pills into my mouth, following it with the water. Bitch nearly drowned me with a water bottle, making sure the pills were down before she let me breathe. The muscles didn’t just let me go, instead they threw me to the bed and strapped the restraints over my wrists and ankles before they let go of me.“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜.” My eyes rolled as I watched her and her goons leave the room. I flinched at the heavy slam of the door and the hard screech and click of the locks as they moved back into their place. I tugged and pulled at the restraints holding my wrists, hoping to loosen them in some way. My body arched off the mat of the metal slab as I let out a scream of anger and frustration. I didn’t want this. The whole reason I ran to the Justice losers was to get help. For 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 to 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙋 me, and not send me here. My punishment was supposed to be listening to them talk shit about my mind to my face. Not send me here to rot as I listen to the gangoons of the crime boys of Gotham, shout at me about how Joker never cared. How I’m nothing but the clown’s whore. I fail at being a villian, and fail at being a hero. I belonged on neither side. I lowered my back to the bed as the uproar of insults started to echo through the metal walls and through the hallways. Some towards me and some just arguments between Penguins goons and Two-face’s goons. I felt my body start to numb from the grip I held in my fists. I relaxed my muscles and felt my brain start to calm. A fog rolling in over my thoughts of finding an escape. The neon light shapes I had seen earlier had disappeared into hard lines that traced the bright light. I heard the door open as the Nurse returned. Had it been hours already? “𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛.” My eyes rolled in her direction. My body felt unusually heavy as the restraints were released. “𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚛.” Mentally I looked at her with an expression of question. Though, she smiled and nodded at me as if I understood what she was talking about. I stumbled initially as the numbness in my legs were slow at becoming pins and needles. Once I gained balance and the ability to walk, I was guided out of the small room. Catcalls and whistling sounded through the hallway as I walked. My head felt too heavy to play into the ridiculousness, or to even look at who was doing it. The nurse opened a door to the office and pushed me inside before she slammed the door and walked away. I slipped down into a chair. In front of me was a plate filled with fried chicken, mac and cheese and broccoli. Strange. I looked up to see another plate had been made across from me. The chair was empty though. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? How’d they know what my favorites were? I heard steps across the room, moving closer. “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲” My eyes widen as I recognize the voice of the steps. I went to stand but couldn’t as a strap had clamped across my middle to keep me from leaving the chair. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” I couldn’t speak, my words failed as the anger was toned down severely by the meds. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐍𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝.” I narrowed my eyes towards him, or at least I hoped I did. I couldn’t feel it. “𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.”I jerked against the chair, trying my best to break loose.}] 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. [{I fell back when Joker lunged forward, the candlelight, lighting the features of his face. I gave a groan to the heavy fall, knocking the air from me. The latch freed and I scrambled to the door. Mentally I was Speedy Gonzales but physically I must have been a turtle because that bastard had me pinned to the door and his bad breath filling my nostrils. “𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” I rolled my eyes at the comment. I attempted to lift a wrist. I felt the twist but didn’t give him the satisfaction of a scream when something snapped. “𝐇𝐦𝐦… 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.” He pushed off of me. I didn’t bother to look at my wrist. I could feel the pain moving through, alerting all of me that I was injured, but he couldn’t have my pain. He would get the zombie he was trying to make before he got any screams of pain.}] 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉? [{His grin was framed by the shadows of the small flame of the candle. “Well, you, of course.” I shook my head. There was more to this. There had to be. He tossed me aside and left me for the thousandth time. He hadn’t attempted to find me for months. Why now? He moved to pull me further in the shadows as rushing footsteps started to sound. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥? I turned my head to see guards running towards the office window as Joker pulled me on through a hole in the wall. I left a trail of blood behind as he pulled me along. More and more aggressive with the way he jerked on my arm. When we reached the edge of the tunnel bright lights blinded. I was pushed aside to the concrete edge of the roof. My hand traced the panel of the shingle. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧? I felt gloved hands grab me around my center and lift me off the ground. “𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮. 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.” I pushed off the hands that grabbed me. I felt the wind rush around me. Was I flying? Maybe this would be it. The end of this bullshit. 𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐄. I felt my body collide with a set of arms. Superasshole had stopped the fall. I let him fly me back to the Sanctuary. I didn’t care what happened. It was clear Bats is no different than Joker. Just use and toss aside until needed again. I guided in a walk to the infirmary area. Ivy had taken a job as a medical assistant. Not sure how safe that was with her poison veins but not my problem. I held up broken wrist and allowed for the doctor to exam it. I groaned when he snapped it back in place before casting it. I kept my teeth clenched when he had finished. Ivy reached out and did her magic touch to ease the pain and prettified my cast with vines and flowers. “There you go. That should help with the pain. Welcome back. Get some sleep.” I nodded as I stepped out of the infirmary. I managed to find my way back to the room. I was relieved when the door opened and the room was empty. An actual bed before me, waiting for me. I stepped in, stopping to scribble out a makeshift “𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛” sign to slap against the door before I fell into the mattress and pillows.}]