Faces stared down at him, white surgical masks hiding their mugs as he was wheeled through a hallway.
Breaking out of Blackgate hadn't been as difficult as he thought it would be; they had underestimated him. They always did.
He noticed halfheartedly the plugs placed snuggly in the doctor's ears, the insignia of the batman covering the outside. Great. Hewas helping them now too.
He hadn't even been there long enough to attend his court hearing, and within days of his escape he was fully equipped and holding the mayor at ransom.
The doctors were scrubbing up, reappearing with caps, gloves, and aprons that gave them an otherworldly appearance.
Stupid, idiotic, tone-deaf Bat…his second time in Blackgate had been even shorter than the first, except this time there was no hearing. They came into his cell, dragging his already broken body into an armored truck to ship to Arkham. He was a danger to society and himself, his obsession with music too unhealthy. Imbeciles. Did they realize the power that music held? The ability to speak to all cultures, in every language to…hey.
He felt that, damn it, he felt that! What were they doing?! He tried to raise his head, but only accomplished a feeble shake. What had they done? His vision was blurring at the edges, and he managed to see one of the doctors lift a needle into view. Ohhhh no. NoNONONONONONNO. He did not want this, what were they doing?! He managed to turn his head and a steel tray immediately came into view, an assortment of metal tools and an oddly shaped piece of metal coming into focus. He squinted-the fact that he didn't have his glasses didn't help either-and the object seemed to stretch away but manage to grow more visible at the same time. It looked like a metal collar of sorts, save for a single piece of fragile machinery that stuck from the center that he probably could've have broken with the brush of his fingers. He tried to frown but the action became lost somewhere before it could reach his lips. The world was growing dark, and the Music Meister was about to learn what it was to be mute.
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So that's the beginning, more of a prologue than an actual chapter, future chapters will be much longer.
Never thought I would be doing a fanfic for the Music Meister but a recent delve into my childhood has suddenly left me with the urge. Next chapter will introduce our Nightingale.