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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 dragged myself out of bed the next morning, still a little exhausted even though it was the best sleep I’d had since I ended up in Arkham. A single month in that place was too much, and freedom felt strange to me.
I threw on some clothes, then headed downstairs to get something to eat, but before I could even start the kettle boiling for coffee, I heard the front door open. My heart began to race, and I slid a knife out the drawer just in case.
As I turned to investigate, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I was freaking out, but trying to stay calm and not make any stupid mistakes. A face suddenly came around the corner, and I breathed a sigh of relief, recognising it as Papa’s.
“Were you going to stab me, principessa?” He asked, walking past me into the kitchen.
“I was thinking about it.” I laughed a little, putting the knife back in the drawer. “It’s good to see you, Papa.”
He opened the paper bag he was carrying, pulling out muffins and coffee. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I would have announced myself, but I assumed you would still be asleep.”
“I’m planning to go back to sleep later, but I needed something to eat.” I took a coffee from him, walking around the bench to sit on a stool. “I just want to get back to my life, I’m so sick of being cooped up like this.”
He walked over, gently pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Just wait a few days until the police stop searching for you. I know you’re eager, but you need to be patient.”
“It feels like I’ve just traded in one cell for another right now.” I sipped the coffee, glad to actually taste something nice again. “I know it’s not the same, but still.”
“I’ll give Luca some time off, and send him over to visit you.” He softly rested his hand on my arm, squeezing gently. “Use this couple of days to focus on yourself.”
I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands. “I thought you were angry with me. Dr Crane, he… for the first three weeks he told me you didn’t want to see me. It was only a couple of days ago when he said I would be able to talk with you.”
“Shh, Liliana.” He pulled me in for a tight hug. “I was never angry with you. I was a little disappointed that you got caught, but I was never too angry to come see you. Get some rest, I’ll come see you in a couple of days.”
“Thank you for the breakfast.” I wiped my eyes, watching him as he headed out.
I finished eating, then made my way over to the couch to watch some TV. It wasn’t easy to distract myself from everything, especially not once the news started.
“Doctor Jonathan Crane, one of the top psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum, was arrested today for allegedly experimenting on some of his patients, using a fear-inducing drug. He was taken into custody at the GCPD, but he promptly escaped. With his whereabouts currently unknown, the police are on high alert. If you see this man, please do not approach him, just call the police.”
I bit my lip, curiously watching the rest of the segment. Now I was pissed off. For all his posturing and judgement, he was just like his patients. He wasn’t better than me, and he wasn’t smarter, because he’d gotten caught too.
“Asshole.” I whispered, changing over to the stereo to play some music.
As I sat back down, I heard the front door open again, and turned to find Luca walking in.
“Are you planning on sitting there on the couch all day?” He asked, leaping over the back to sit beside me.
“It’s not like there’s much else I can do at the moment.”
“Well, I can fix that.” He unzipped his backpack, pulling out some snacks and playing cards. “We can play cards, watch movies, anything you want.”
I hugged him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. This means a lot to me.”
“It’s no problem. Also,” He reached into his backpack again, pulling out a file. “Here’s the information you wanted. And I got you a new phone too, so you aren’t completely cut off for the next couple of days.”
I took it, flipping through quickly. There wasn’t really anything that stood out, but I could look more deeply at it later.
He drove through the streets of Gotham, avoiding the police. He had no plan yet, because he hadn’t expected to be caught so quickly. In all the chaos of the explosion the previous night, two of his patients had escaped, which had lead his superiors to take a closer look at what he was doing.
It had been easy to convince Edward to join him, he’d done it weeks ago. So he knew he could find him in their set meeting place. But there was something he wanted first. He was going to have more free time now, which meant he could turn some of his focus onto her. He was going to understand her, he was determined and there wasn’t much that could stop him when he was.
Something felt wrong, like there was someone watching me in the darkness. Opening my eyes, I quietly slid my knife out from under my pillow. I had no idea who would be stupid enough to break into this house, but I didn’t really want to know.
Carefully climbing out of bed, I hesitated when I heard a creak out on the landing. Now I was certain that someone had broken in, and I was going to have to fight whoever it was.
Creeping over to the doorway, I didn’t have a chance to gauge my surroundings before I was suddenly grabbed and pushed up against the wall. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but there was enough that I could see the shape of my attacker’s face, and I recognised who it was.
I managed to grab his hand, stopping it before the needle he was carrying sank into my skin. He was stronger than I expected, and I struggled a little.
“Are you going to drug me, Doctor Crane?” I asked sweetly.
I didn’t give him a chance to reply, just kicked him in the knee, then launched forward, headbutting him hard. He fought back against me, but I’d started with the upper hand and I wasn’t about to lose it.
He blocked my punch, so I kicked the hand still holding the needle, sending it flying. He shoved me, but I managed to catch it, snatching it out of the air as I fell back.
I was a little dazed as I hit the ground, but when he loomed over me, I had enough presence of mind to kick him in the chest as hard as I could. He stumbled back, and I took my chance, getting up and stabbing him in the shoulder with the needle. The drug quickly went to work, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
“It would have been nice to get one full night’s sleep, but I guess that was too much to ask.” I sighed, dragging his unconscious body across the bedroom.
Sitting him up against the wall, I reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out some handcuffs. This was not the situation I usually used them in, but I was kind of desperate. Locking one around his wrist and the other around the bedpost, I wondered what the hell I was doing. What was I planning on doing now that I’d basically kidnapped my former doctor?
Looking over at my phone, I saw that it was four in the morning. There wasn’t much chance of getting back to sleep, so I decided to make some productive use of the time. I walked over to the safe in the closet, opening it and getting out my handgun.
Turning on the TV, I found something to watch as I carefully disassembled the gun. It was something I’d done hundreds of times, since Papa taught me when I was little, but I always paid close attention to what I was doing.
The sounds of some random show softly hit my ears as I cleaned all the different parts. I had no idea what I was going to say or do when Crane woke up, but at least for now I was in my element and out of my head.
It was only an hour or so later that I heard him stir. I put the gun back in the safe, then sat on the bed to wait for him to finish coming to. He groaned, slowly opening his deep blue eyes.
“Did you enjoy your little nap?” I asked, watching as he looked around. “I wasn’t sure how long you’d stay down.”
“You’re stronger than you look.” He winced, rubbing his sore ribs. “What are you planning on doing with me now?”
I shrugged. “I really should be asking you that question, since you came here to kidnap me.”
He didn’t reply, but his gaze stayed on mine. I hated it when he stared at me like that.
“Fine, if you won’t answer that, you can probably answer your own question.” I picked up my brush, running it through my hair. “Surely someone as smart as you would know exactly why someone like me would kidnap her attacker.”
“If you’re going to sit and talk, can you at least get me something for the pain?” He asked, readjusting his position. “I think you broke a couple of my ribs.”
I nodded, getting up and walking to the bathroom. We always kept the cabinet stocked with the good stuff, for obvious reasons. So it was easy to find some morphine.
Sitting in front of him, I tipped the bottle upside down and inserted the needle. After drawing back the plunger to get the right dosage, I injected it into his bicep. He watched me closely, and I could almost feel his judgement.
“Who taught you how to do that?” He gave me a curious look.
“It’s easy to pick up a few things when you’ve been surrounded by violence for most of your life.” I leaned back on my hands. “So, are you going to tell me why you broke into my home at four am to kidnap me? Or am I going to have to wait in suspense for the next time you try it?”
“Why do you think I would try it again?” He asked quietly, leaning his head back against the wall.
I rolled my eyes, getting up. “I’m going back to bed in the spare room. There’s enough length in those cuffs that you can sleep on the bed. I’ll deal with you when I get up.”
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