Finn Ebett despised bullies. Ze hated them and ze hated hir family. But as much as ze wanted to, even in a city like Gotham, it wasn't legal to kill your parents, neither classmates nor particularly everyone in your sight and then set fire to whole school.

Every day, from the beginning of hir steps to now, the age of 16, Finn was bullied for hir albinism and gender-neutrality. Because being different in this was disgusting and wrong, as hir step mother would say. Finn was a piece of trash in the eyes of everyone who looked at hir.

Ze seems too weak to even walk, had greasy white hair and big, venom green eyes. And to add to it, ze was "different" and that was unacceptable. Everyone can apparently be different, but being "Finn-different" is gross, disgusting and in every way horribly wrong.

Maybe if someone offered Finn a hand, ze wouldn't be keeping hir anger and hatred bottled up. Maybe they would stop hir from going insane behind that apathetic mask of hirs.

But they didn't. No one stood up for hir and that was one of the reasons ze was now sitting in the commissioner's office, while journalists outside were snapping pictures and were yelling questions at Gordon, trying to catch his attention. With the sound of door opening, Finn shifted in hir seat. Ze looked up at the two men in front of hir; Commissioner Gordon and a doctor.

"How do you feel, Finn?" the doctor asked, sitting in the chair in front of hir.

"Tired and… destroyed?" ze looked down at hir hands. Before the doctor could continue, Gordon took charge of the interrogation.

"Finn, why did you kill those people? Your parents, classmates." Ze pushed the sleeves of hir sweater down over hir cold hands and shook hir head.

"They killed me. They killed Finn until only a bit of hir was left. I had to protect that one last piece from them. Everything they did was wrong. They laughed. They spoke. They breathed and that's not what bad people are supposed to do." Ze looked into Gordon's eyes, small smile plastered on hir face.

"Now everything is fine." Hir shoulders shook with anger.

"Commissioner, this is pointless. There is no doubt about it." The white coated man whispered to Gordon. Finn frowned at the gesture.

"You do not talk about people in the room." Ze growled. This shot both men into awareness. Now, more careful, the doctor sat in the chair in front of hir.

"Finn, dear, do you really feel that way about them?"

"…"

"You are a wise child. You know what happens to people like you." He continued. Ze was unable to speak, pulling hir sweater over hir mouth.

"Do you miss anyone?"

"I miss mom." Ze mumbled under hir nose. The doctor sighed, trying again:

"Do you miss anyone you have killed today?" this shot through Finn like daggers.

"No! They were WORTHLESS! LIARS! CHEATERS! SLUTS AND ASSHOLES!" Finn jumped from hir seat, screaming into the doctor's face. Two pairs of hands grabbed hir small frame and pushed her back into hir seat. As soon as ze sat down, ze broke into a crying fit.

"Stop – asking – me – q-questions!" ze hysterically cried out, pulling the dirty sweater higher over hir eyes and curling up into a small, shaking ball.

The two men exchanged worried looks and stood up from their seats.

"Very well. I'll see what I can do about your… situation." The doctor said and left the room with the commissioner. Finn didn't even bothered to look where they were going; ze only continued sobbing into hir hands.

Minutes passed, and the door opened again.

"Finn, stand up, we are leaving." The doctor slightly smiled at hir.

"R-Reformatory?" ze looked into his eyes, sloppily walking over to the door. The smile disappeared from the man's face.

"Arkham." He grabbed Finn around shoulders and helped hir through the crowd of loud, curious and annoying journalists.


EDIT: To clear this up, Finn is genderless, so I am using gender-neutral pronouns, though ze has a female body. (Since the author couldn't decide if Finn should be a boy or a girl and for another reson later explained in the story)