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"What's up with this one?" A guard asked the other four on duty, watching a woman of predominately Arabian ancestry kick her legs gently back and forth to get the swing attached to the top bars moving. Her long black hair fell free and wild to her hips, moving as gently in the wind as her legs swung. The woman was humming a tune to herself quite happily and her body was facing the other way to the guards. A man sat on a chair close to the cell - dressed more like a Doctor than a guard - made solely of bars knocked his fist lightly against one of the bars, making the humming stop. She was paying attention.
"Nettie, would you care to tell the gentlemen why you're in here?" The Doctor asked and Nettie simply kept swinging for a moment, thinking, and then spoke her answer softly with her legs swinging with added force, wanting to go higher.
"I did bad things." Nettie sounded a lot like a child with her answer, just by her soft voice. "Just like everyone else in this place, except I got a free swing out of it... And I would hardly call anyone in this place gentlemen." Nettie didn't go into further detail, going back to humming her song again and swinging happily. It wasn't long until the guards opened their mouths again.
"Why is she under constant watch? Why aren't the cameras enough?"
"Because, dear man, if something goes wrong with her, immediate action needs to take place. She hasn't caused even the slightest trouble yet - she's been perfect - but she could go off at any time." Dr. Matthews explained, keeping his eyes on the swinging woman, who spoke again briefly.
"Dr. Matthews, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about me like I wasn't in the room."
"Of course, Nettie, my apologies."
"It's fine. Thank you for treating me like a person." Nettie hummed louder, before making it softer again, obviously imitating a rise and fall in the music volume.
"What are you humming there, Nettie? It sounds very familiar, but I can't place it." Dr. Matthews continued the conversation, wanting to keep Nettie stimulated until it was time to put her in her sleeping cell.
"Für Elise. It's my favourite." Nettie leaned back on the swing, looking at the Doctor upside down with her golden eyes. "Do you like classical music, sir?"
"I do, but only in moderation. Usually, I put it on when I'm working in my office. However, I do love the theatre."
"How wonderful." Nettie smiled and momentarily looked up at the clock, stopping her swing with a slight frown. "The shift is over. It's bed time now." This comment received a check by the Doctor, and then a nod.
"So it is, dear. Shall we get you to bed then?" Nettie nodded and gently got off the swing, calmly waiting with her wrists out for the cuffs. "Good girl, Nettie. Calm and easy." The cuffs were done tightly around her wrists - put on roughly - but Nettie didn't react, she stayed silent and compliant through anything like this. Her room wasn't close by, they had to cross the courtyard before they were even on the right side for her cell, but Nettie didn't mind, she actually quite liked the gentle muscle stretching before bed. As they began to cross the courtyard, Nettie's eyes immediately wondered to the sewer type large pipe that held her second favourite person in the world: the tattooed fire man. She had no idea what his name was, what his story was, where he came from or even how tall he was. All Nettie knew was that he had beautiful body artwork and he made pretty fire, that made him amazing in Nettie's books. Besides, he seemed like a nice person from the little thing they had going on. Nettie locked eyes with him and smiled in a very friendly manner, waving slightly in silent greeting. She got a tiny smile and the slightest wave in response, like she always did, but his eyes were soft and kind. Nettie guessed that maybe he was just shy with these kind of things and she doubted he had much other sorts of contact that were friendly in Belle Reve. Some day, Nettie hoped she'd be able to figure out a way to have a conversation with him without getting caught, it was a very difficult when she was under constant watch. He really did seem nice to her.
Finally entering her room, she wished her escorts a goodnight (however little they may deserve it). Nettie flopped down onto her bed with her black hair going everywhere. Shuffling around in a slug-like manner until she was as comfortable as she could possibly be in this bed, Nettie finally closed her eyes and dreamt of fire, having no clue of what would be taking place in the next few months.
Nettie's POV:
This wasn't fair in the slightest. I was just sleeping, minding my own business, because it's ridiculously early in the morning (by that, I mean it's 7 o'clock, which is a ridiculous time of day that should never exist) and I am currently very groggy. I hung my head and didn't bother to put up a fight or ask where I was being taken - rather roughly, might I add - as I was practically thrown into a completely blank room with only a table and two chairs in it. Well... This is both odd and unnerving. One of the chairs was already taken by a large woman with a stern face and a well pressed suit, now I know that this is not going to end well. I was sat down on the free chair, now staring evenly at the stern looking woman with a gentle sparkle in my eyes. "May I help you, Ma'am?" I asked softly, not taking my gentle eyes away from the stern woman.
"Miss. Neith-"I flinched slightly at my real name. "- My name is Amanda Waller, and I'm going to talk to you about something very important. It won't be happening for some time yet, we believe, but you are a valid key."
"Okay, Miss. Waller. What is it that you wish to tell me?"
"We're launching Task Force X. It's a team made up of the worst of the worst when it comes to the bad guys. You've done nasty things in your life, right? We all know that."
"Yes ma'am, I do not wish to relive those memories." I momentarily looked away, not wanting to be reminded of what I had already put behind me.
"I know, but your crimes aren't what I'm asking for. The reason I want you on Task Force X is because of your powers." My powers? Oh hell no... Tread wisely here, Miss. Waller. "You began to use them for good and did well, I admire that-" Why thank you. You went carefully. You succeeded. "But we want you in the Task Force. You'd be going out on very dangerous missions with other criminals and you may well become the glue for them all."
"I see..." My powers did need a flexing (there wasn't much I could do in Belle Reve), but I couldn't just throw myself into this. It sounded exciting and full of adventure, which I loved, but I needed something that would make sure there was no funny business, at least in my mind. "It sounds like an awfully big adventure... I like that. But, under one condition - if I'm allowed that."
"That would depend on what the condition is, Neith." Waller leaned back in her chair, raising an eyebrow at me. I licked my lips and already knew my condition.
"Nettie, please." I smiled kindly, my cheeks reddening slightly in happiness. "Could I possibly be allowed an hour every couple of days with the tattooed fire man?" At this, Amanda looked momentarily shocked, but hid it very well.
"You mean El Diablo?"
"Does El Diablo have facial tattoos, tattoos all over his arms and top of chest - from what I can see - and makes fire?" I asked sweetly - no sarcasm in my tone - and Waller calmly nodded, making me beam brightly. "Then yes, El Diablo is the one I mean. For the past couple of months, we've been communicating through waves and smiles, and I feel like we're both ready to take the next step in our relationship." I had a mental giggle and Amanda nodded slowly.
"We'll have to talk to Diablo, but if he's been waving and smiling at you, I would suppose he's ready to have a conversation. Still, if we make this happen, you're in the Task Force."
"Absolutely. No question." I smiled slightly and she nodded again.
"That's all I need to here. I'll get those appointments sorted." I was stood up again and walked out of the room, unaware of the satisfaction in Amanda's mind, or that I had just wondered straight into what she wanted.
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