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The Raven's Call	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops. Emilie Autumn
“Come on, Cash.” I pouted, watching the guard through the bars. “I’ve been nothing but well behaved, please?”
“Fine, just this once. But you’re meant to be staying off them.” He handed me a cigarette, lighting it for me.
I sat on my bed, next to the window. “I know. But I just woke up after eighteen hours of a second drug induced sleep in one week, and I want a smoke.” The warmth of the smoke in my chest felt so calming, but it didn’t take away my fear of that place.
When I was finished, I crushed the butt against the wall then threw it out the window. I could hear voices coming down the corridor, one of which was unfortunately familiar.
I watched as a couple of guards marched Crane into the cell across from me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, walking over.
“He set another patient’s bed on fire.” One of the guards told me, pushing him inside. “So he’s going to be staying in this cell for a while.”
I leaned on the metal bars, looking over at him as the guards walked away. “Fire doesn’t really seem like your style, Crane.”
“I was trying to prove a point.” He replied, his back to me. “Sadly, the patient was not very receptive to it.”
“I can’t imagine there are many people who are receptive to your version of therapy.” Walking to the small window, I looked out at the courtyard. “Most people take issue with being tortured and drugged.”
There was a moment of silence, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I turned to find him watching me. He pushed his glasses up his nose, then wrapped his hands around the bars.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had a psychology degree.” He replied, a quiet sarcasm in his controlled voice. “I’ll be sure to defer to you next time.”
“I grew up around people like you. I’ve spent basically all of my time learning what makes people tick.” I leaned back against the cold brick. “A degree isn’t everything, Doctor. Don’t pretend that you’re better than me.”
“I don’t wish to offend you.” He stepped back, into the shadows. “But thinking that street experiences are even remotely close to the more than a decade I spent studying for my psychiatry certification is laughable.”
I rolled my eyes, sitting down on my bed. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.”
Sliding my hand under the mattress, I pulled out my sketchbook and pencil. I’d managed to get Dr. Young to bring them to me, because drawing helps. I began to draw, softly singing to myself as the picture formed on the page.
Living on a dream
Lonely, cold and dire
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel everyday
By the time I was finished the outlines of my drawing, I was ready to sleep, even though I knew it would be hard with Crane right across the way. Still, I somehow managed to settle down and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
He was pacing again, back and forth across his cell. It was going to take time to get her out, but he didn’t have a lot of that. Every day she was stuck in Arkham was another opportunity for them to hurt her, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what they might do to her.
He rubbed his arm, sore where a guard had grabbed him. Blackgate was beginning to get to him, and it was really affecting his focus.
He quietly sat down at his desk, waiting for his moment to escape. It wouldn’t be long now.
I opened my eyes with a sigh. I’d assumed that even though the bed was incredibly uncomfortable, a few nights of bad sleep would make me tired enough to be basically unconscious for a night. That was not the case, and every morning I just felt worse and more exhausted.
I sat up, just as my cell door slid open. Cash was back, and he gestured for me to stand up.
“You have a visitor.” He said, holding out the cuffs.
“I just woke up.” I stood, holding out my hands for him.
He shrugged. “We can’t all wait for you to wake up.”
I followed him along the corridor to the visitor’s room, where the cuffs were taken off me and I was pushed inside. As the door swung shut behind me, I looked around. I was properly alone for the first time in the couple of weeks since I’d been moved to Arkham, and I knew it wouldn’t last, so I relished the few moments.
Sitting down at the table, I rested my head in my hands and waited to find out who was coming to see me. After a minute or so, the door opened, and Butch walked in, taking a seat across the table from me.
“I was beginning to think no one was coming to see me.” I tucked my feet underneath me.
“I’m sorry that it’s taken so long, Bree. There’s a lot to be done, but we know how to get you out.” He looked around for cameras, then, satisfied the only one in the room was facing me, he began to whisper. “Next Monday, 2am.”
I nodded. “It’s good to see you, Butch. There… aren’t exactly many people to talk to here. Is Oz alright?”
“He’s fine. Worried about you. Have they hurt you?”
“No.” I tapped my fingers on my arm. “But I keep wondering if I’m going to wake up and find myself strapped to a table for them to experiment on.”
“Just try and stay under the radar until you’re out. They’ll have bigger crazies to experiment on.” He reached across the table, squeezing my hand, then stood up. “I’ll see you soon.”
I watched him leave, ignoring the sound of the door opening behind me until I was hauled out of my chair by another guard.
“Hey, no need to be rude.” I shook his hands off my arms. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.”
“Move.” He shoved me, his hand in the centre of my back.
I rolled my eyes, allowing him to push me to the common area. Sitting down, away from the others, I looked up at the TV, which was playing the morning news.
“An explosion at Blackgate Penitentiary twenty minutes ago has lead to the escape of over 35 inmates. Among these inmates was Oswald Cobblepot, recently incarcerated for murder and assault. Police are scrambling to arrest the escapees, but are asking for anyone who knows or sees something to please call the tip line.”
“Do we have everything we need?” He asked, sitting on the couch. It was good to be back, to have actual space, with no one watching him.
“Not yet, Boss.” Butch replied. “But we will by Sunday. We’ll get her out safely.”
He nodded, watching the strong man leave the room. Getting up, he walked out to the balcony. He looked out over the city, just able to see Arkham in the distance.
“Hold on, love.” He whispered, leaning on the railing. “I’m going to get you out of there.”
Two guards grabbed me from the common area, dragging me out to the interrogation room. I wanted to fight back, every cell in my body was crying for it, but I calmed myself down. Fighting would just make this worse for me, and I had no intention of making things worse.
Thrown into a chair, I flinched as they cuffed my hands behind me. The door opened, and Commissioner Gordon walked in.
“I must be very important to warrant a visit from the Commissioner.” I watched as he sat down across from me.
“Where is he?” He asked, resting his hands on the table.
I shrugged, leaning forward as far as I could. “I don’t know. It’s not like I get any phone calls in here.”
“We know you were visited by Butch Gilzean just over an hour ago, right after the explosion. What did he say to you?”
“You have the security footage, go watch that.” I lifted my feet up onto the table. “He didn’t say anything to me, just that he’s working to get me out of here.”
He stood up. “If you don’t want to give me the information, I’ll leave it to the guards to get it from you.”
“No!” I tried to stand, but I was suddenly grabbed and thrown against the wall.
The guard held me there, his hand around my throat. I glared back at him, not willing to go further. He was a lot bigger than me, and there was no way I was getting out of this unscathed.
“Where is he?” He asked, calmly.
“I don’t know.” I whispered.
He slammed me back into the bricks, lifting me off the floor by my throat. I began to choke, struggling to draw a breath.
“Tell me where he is.”
“I… I’m telling you the truth.” I wheezed. “Please…”
He let go, and I fell to the floor. With my hands still cuffed behind me, I couldn’t catch myself, and my head hit the ground. Gasping for breath, I blinked and tried to clear my vision.
“He kept me in the dark about most things.” I managed to sit up, right as the guard crouched in front of me. “I don’t know where he is, or where he would go.”
“You’d better not be lying.”
I shook my head. “I swear, I’m not.”
He picked me up off the ground, walking me back to my cell. Finally released from my cuffs, I sat down on the bed and rubbed my head where I’d bumped it.
“You’re very defiant.” I heard Crane comment.
“No. I just don’t like being accused of lying and harassed when I don’t give an answer they want.” I looked over at him, watching as he stood up and walked over to the bars.
“Why not just make something up?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re joking, right? Surely you, of all people, would know what happens if you get caught in a lie here.”
“I tend not to get caught.” He shrugged. “But I guess you don’t have the capacity for coming up with a good lie.”
“Don’t call me stupid.” I walked over, clinging to the bars. “I’m not. But I do hope you get help for the superiority complex you’ve got going there.”
He laughed, leaning against the wall, with his foot pressed against the brick. “It’s hardly a complex. But I’ll grant that you’re smarter than most of the people in this place.”
“Gosh,” I began sarcastically. “Thank you for your charity. I really appreciate it.”
My head hurt, but I was getting pretty good at ignoring the bumps and bruises that I was getting along the way. I flopped down onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
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