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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 opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. My whole body was shaking, but I was fairly certain it wasn’t with fear. No, I wasn’t scared anymore. Just completely pissed off. Well, pissed off and still exhausted. My head ached like someone had hit me with a bowling ball, and then proceeded to run me over with a truck.
I rolled out of bed, landing on my hands and knees and attempting to pick myself. I thought I’d feel better once I was vertical, but instead all I got was dizzying nausea that made me run into the bathroom to throw up.
Sitting in the shower, I refused to cry as the water swept over me. I’d put on a brave face before Crane drugged me, and there was no way I would give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much it had affected me.
I was moving slowly, but the anger was building up inside me, and I had no other thoughts except confronting Crane over all this. As soon as I was dressed and able to stand without feeling like I was going to vomit again, I marched down the corridor towards his office.
I turned the corner, only to crash right into Ed. He caught me before I fell, making sure I was steady.
“Are you alright, Lili?” He asked, stepping back to give me some space.
“No. I’m pissed off.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Get out of my way, or I’ll turn it on you.”
He moved back against the wall, raising his hands in defeat. “I’d rather avoid that, so as you were.”
I stormed past, stopping when I came to Crane’s office door. I didn’t knock, just slammed it open, and walked in. He looked up, surprised. But before he could say anything, I ran over and slapped him hard in the face.
He caught my wrist when I tried to hit him again, twisting my arm behind my back and pushing me up against the wall. I whimpered as he pulled my arm at an uncomfortable angle.
“What did you see?” He asked, calmly.
“Fuck you.” I snapped. “You don’t get to know.”
He turned me around to face him, taking hold of my face when I tried to avoid his icy gaze. “In that case, once you’ve had another day to rest, I’ll try the toxin on you again.”
“So you’re going to just torture me until I tell you?” I looked at him in disbelief. “Go ahead. You’ve already made me face the worst moment of my life. Seeing it over and over isn’t going to make me talk.”
“I really hoped you would be more receptive to my help.” He sighed, pulling me back through the house to my room. “You can stay in here until you’re ready to talk.”
He shoved me inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the bed, still exhausted, and still trying not to cry.
All I needed was an opportunity to make a run for it, and I was sure I could summon enough energy to escape. But until that opportunity presented itself, I needed to rest.
He leaned against the door, listening for any sound inside her room. He’d expected her to yell, bang on the door, try to escape, any number of things, but she was completely silent. It was almost a little scary to him. Like maybe he’d broken her more than he thought.
He was confused about why he felt like maybe he should go in and make sure she was alright. It was clear to him that having a test subject living in his house would be different to how he usually did things, but he hadn’t realised just how different it would be. Not yet ready to admit to himself that he’s screwed up, he walked away, trying to think about other things.
A knocking at my bedroom door woke me from a deep sleep, and I sat up with a yawn as Ed walked in. He tossed me an apple which I just barely managed to catch, then placed a glass of water on the bedside table.
“You look awful this morning.” He commented, leaning with his back against the wall. “How are you feeling?”
I thought about it for a moment, trying to gauge my emotions. It felt like there was a big black hole of anger inside me, and it was currently being held back by this empty numbness. It didn’t feel like me at all, and I was definitely scared of it.
“I don’t really know. I…” I hesitated, looking down at my hands. “I feel numb and broken. Like who I was has gone, and I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He looked genuinely apologetic, which always surprised me. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he was insistent on testing you.”
I shook my head. “Once I realised I was basically trapped here, I figured he would do that at some point. It’s my fault for agreeing to go with him.”
I was going to say more, but then I heard footsteps outside the room. The door opened, and Crane walked in. Looking away, I refused to give him any of my attention, completely blanking him out. It was petty and childish, but I really didn’t care.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He said. “Can I trust that you won’t try to run?”
I ignored him, taking a bite of the apple. There was no way I was talking to him right then, because if I started, I would probably have bitten his head off.
“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Ed replied.
There was a moment of silence, and I heard Crane sigh. “Don’t let her do anything stupid.”
He walked away, and I turned to look at Ed, who was laughing.
“You should have seen the look on his face when you ignored him.” He chuckled. “I’ve never seen him look so hurt and absolutely furious at the same time.”
“He’s a big boy, I’m sure he’ll survive.” I twisted the stalk of the apple until it broke off, tossing it aside. “Am I allowed out of the room, or am I stuck in here?”
“You can come with me, but I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I rolled my eyes, standing up. “Fine, anything to be out of this room.”
As we walked to his workshop, I realised this was a perfect moment to escape. I just needed to distract or incapacitate Ed. The workshop was full of things I could use, but I had to wait until he was focused on his work, so he wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
I spent a few minutes reading, or at least pretending to read, until I was certain he was completely focused. Creeping around behind him, I picked up a heavy piece of wood, and hit him over the head with it.
Not sticking around to find out whether I’d actually knocked him out or just dazed him, I quickly slid the window open and leapt out. I landed gently on the grass and immediately took off.
My feet thudded into ground as I sprinted toward the trees. I was so close, I could feel freedom.
But then a hand wrapped around my arm, and I was yanked backwards. Before I could fight back, I was tossed to the ground.
Looking up, I sighed when I found Crane crouching down in front of me. “Is this where you tell me that I’m an idiot for not picking up on an obvious trap?”
“You should be smarter than this.” He took hold of my arm, hauling me up off the ground. “And all you’ve done now is prove that you can’t be trusted to have free reign of my home.”
“Let go of me.” I tried to pull away from him, but couldn’t get out of his grip.
He pulled me back inside, even as I fought against him, until he almost threw me back into my bedroom. I caught myself before I fell onto the bed, turning to face him in anger.
“So, you’re just going to lock me in here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Until when? You’re bored?”
A look of uncertainty crossed his face, just for a second, then it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. He stormed out, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
“Asshole!” I snapped, kicking the wood. It didn’t make me feel any better, and just ended with a very sore toe.
Sitting down on the mattress, I looked around at the windowless room. He’d clearly never fully trusted me, since he put me in a room with no way to escape except the door. There was no way I could try just running again, and I was honestly scared that if I did, he would just consider me too much work and kill me. I knew this was mostly my fault, but I couldn’t help thinking that if I hadn’t constantly felt so smothered by Papa, I probably wouldn’t have been so rebellious and self-destructive. I was going to have to just wait this out for now, and hope that he planned to let me go eventually, or that there might be an opening for me to try a different kind of escape.
I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling again. In all honesty, I was beginning to think that maybe I should just tell him what I saw. At the very least, maybe it would stop him harassing me, but it also might convince him to let me go. It was just a matter of whether I could hold back the anger for long enough to let that rational side talk. And that was going to take a lot of willpower, which I was definitely running low on.
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