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She's Not a Saint	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I sat on the kitchen table, slowly putting together a house of cards. It was quiet in the Manor, with Ed out doing something and Crane locked away in his lab. The quiet was nice, and I didn’t want to disrupt it, since I literally hadn’t spoken to Crane since I’d slammed the door in his face the previous day.
Kneeling up, I placed the last card on the very top. It was very satisfying to see it, but finishing only made me realise just how bored I actually was. I kicked the card house over with a sigh, thinking about what I was going to do to entertain myself. There weren’t a lot of options when I was alone, because now that I’d gone and spoken to Papa, I was no longer able to use my phone in case he tracked me.
So, with Ed out, I really only had one choice left in this place. I was going to have to go and talk to Crane. I wasn’t stopping this time, because I was sick of the secrets. I had to know what he was planning for me, even if that meant ending up deep in my own fears because of his drug.
As I walked along the corridor to the lab, I could feel anger bubbling up inside of me, but it was being tempered by absolute terror at the idea of that fear toxin. I kept hesitating and second guessing myself, unsure if I really wanted to go through with this.
“I want to know why I’m here.” I slammed the door open, storming into the lab.
Crane barely even looked up as I walked over to him, basically ignoring me, which made me even angrier. I yanked his notebook away from him, stepping back and holding it behind me.
“I want an answer.” I demanded. “If there’s a reason for me being here, what are you waiting for?”
“Calm down.” He stood up, walking around the table to me.
I shook my head, continuing to back away from him. “No. I want to know what the fuck is going on.”
I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and bumped right into the wall, essentially trapping myself as he quickly advanced. It was a massive mistake, and I knew I was going to kick myself for it later.
“What do you want from me?” I was quieter this time, but desperate for an answer.
“What I want,” He took hold of my face, holding me still as he leaned in closer. “Is an answer to the same question I’ve been asking you since I met you. What has you so afraid that you act out like a petulant child when you’re forced to confront it?”
I pushed him and tried to run, but he wrapped a long arm around my waist and hauled me back up against the wall. Ready to kick him in the knee and try again, I paused when I saw the needle out of the corner of my eye. I mentally prepared myself, but was surprised to see him hesitate for a second.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, looking into his eyes. There was no backing out now, and I was ready to take whatever the drug would do. I knew he was going to do it either way, so I took the opportunity to taunt him. “Do it… Or are you a coward?”
His face darkened, and I worried that I may have pushed him too far, that he might do something worse. But then I felt the needle pierce my neck.
“No one is coming to save you this time.” He whispered, letting go of her.
He watched as she slid to the floor, her eyes slowly glazing over. She’d fallen into her fear faster than he’d expect, and the panic was already spreading across her face. Crouching in front of her, he took hold of her chin.
“You’re so afraid.” He looked down at her, feeling her fear. “What has you so terrified?”
She fought off his hands, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. He found her silence to be quite interesting. Most people shouted, or screamed. But she was just sitting in her fear in silence for now.
I opened my eyes, finding myself standing in a street. Looking around, I burst into tears when I realised where I was. I was wrong to taunt Crane into drugging me, because I wasn’t ready to deal with this. And instead of facing it, I ran. I sprinted off down the street and turned a corner, only to find myself back in the same street.
I turned and ran a different way, panicking when the same thing happened again. There was no getting out of this, and I didn’t know what to do, because this could break me.
A hand suddenly clamped over my mouth and I was pulled backwards into an alleyway. I fought back, kicking at the shins of my attacker until he dropped me.
Stumbling forward, I fell when the ground seemed to tilt beneath me. Everything felt wrong, like it was all twisted from how I remembered it.
A hard kick to my chest sent me flying, and I hit the concrete hard. I looked up at the blank faceless men who were surrounding me, trying to keep myself together. I took the next hit, trying to relax my body so it wouldn’t hurt so much. It didn’t help, and I could barely breathe, even as I got up and backed away from them.
“Please, don’t do this.” I whispered, holding my hand out in front of me to stop them from getting too close.
“No one is coming to save you this time.” I heard a distorted voice say.
Turning, I found that the voice hadn’t come from one of the faceless men. Instead, it was a man wearing a strange burlap sack mask. He leapt forward before I could react, grabbing me and throwing me up against the wall.
“I don’t… Please, don’t.” I couldn’t get a whole sentence out between my fear and my tears.
He leaned in super close, and even though I couldn’t see his eyes behind the dyed eye sockets of his mask, I could feel the heaviness of his gaze. Then he slammed my head against the wall, dazing me.
As I fell to the ground, I looked up to find the faceless men getting closer and closer. They grabbed at my hair and clothes, pulling me this way and that.
I fought back, trying to find even a single moment to escape. One of them stumbled back, and I took my chance, scrambling through the gap.
A hand wrapped around my ankle, yanking me back into the circle. Then a boot pressed against my back, pushing me down and keeping me there. There was nothing I could do as one of them ripped my skirt down.
I felt a knife cut into my skin, and I cried out, desperately struggling. The pain was somehow worse than the first time I’d been through this, and I wasn’t coping.
Twisting slightly, I managed to unbalance the man holding me down. I leapt up, barrelling through the men and taking off. I got maybe three steps before they caught me by the hair and pulled me back to the ground again.
“You’re so afraid.” That distorted voice spoke again, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from this time. “What has you so terrified?”
I was exhausted, and the fear was beginning to paralyse me. I couldn’t fight anymore, and I watched in panic as one of them climbed onto my waist.
“Please…” I trailed off, weakly pushing back against his hands.
He cut open my shirt, the knife cutting through the thin fabric. I couldn’t breathe, my vision beginning to blur as my panic took over. No one was coming to save me, not like before, and I couldn’t deal with it. My mind went blank, and I thankfully slipped into unconsciousness.
He touched her face, trying to gauge whether she was unconscious or just faking it as she came out of the drug. She didn’t react to his touch, and he was honestly a little surprised that she was completely out.
He usually got a good fifteen minutes out of a patient before they passed out. He had no idea what she’d seen, but it was clear to him that it had scared her, just like he wanted.
He wasn’t satisfied, because he wanted to know what had happened. She’d quietly hidden inside her fear and memories, not even saying a word. That annoyed him, like she was deliberately trying to stop him from getting anything from her.
Carefully sliding his arms under her back and behind her knees, he lifted her up and carried her back to her bedroom. He wanted to sit and wait for her to come to, so that he could ask her what she had seen, but he was pretty certain she was going to be angry when she woke up.
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