Don't Trust me!
Disclaimer: I do not own The dark Knight
"Where did you find her?"
The small room was damp and cold, voices floated this way and that as the girl sat in the corner. Her eyes were blank, glazed over as her long black hair draped over her face, sopping wet.
Water dropped from the ceiling of the cell, and landed on her head, making the only noticeable movement in the room for days. Ever since she had been dragged into the room not but 3 days ago, food had been slid in, and water cups settled on the concrete, but still the girl sat still.
No screaming, no twitching, shivering, nor a tinkling the girl was even alive. Darkness settled around her, spiders crawling on her legs, up to her hands placed neatly on her knee caps. Moss even grew in the other corners.
"She was just shaking and screaming, we found her in the rain, rocking back and forth on the steps of the courthouse, screaming a name"
The voices were two distinct, stern sounds, which gave the hint they were both professional doctors.
"What name?"
The door to the cell/concrete room slowly creaked open as the two stood in the blinding light. The wet girl just stared at the floor still, the spiders leaping from her hands and onto her food.
They gave her looks of Pity, as they slowly watched the girl reduce to nothing.
"I don't know, the police were more concerned with getting the disturbance out of the rain. The Mayor was no help as he didn't even hear her, or know she was there"
"Poor thing is going to starve"
Poor thing...
The words surrounded her, suffocating her. The words that got whispered to her everyday as the guard dropped food and water.
Poor thing...
"The Poor thing doesn't have a name, isn't in the system, and won't sleep... She just sits there, soaking wet and stares at the floor..."
"Poor thing..."
Something in the girl lit at that statement, it was finally enough. She couldn't stand the pity anymore, she couldn't even remember why she stopped talking, stopped sleeping, stopped eating.
At that moment, her fingers twitched and she slid her feet out straight, putting her hands in her lap.
"Hello? Are you awake?" The voices whispered, one stepping closer. One step, two steps.
Before soon, he was in front of her, and she finally took his hand and allowed herself to be hoisted up and out of the room.
"Do you want dry clothes?"
"No"
Both gasped and looked to the girl who glared at them both with a scowl, her deep silver like eyes narrowing into slits towards them. Something un-natural about her eyes, it was disturbing and un-nerving to the two doctors.
With her sopping wet hair stuck to her skin and dangling down to her elbows, her white strapless gown clinging to her body, and a purple, blue, and black star tattooed to her left outside ankle, she stood up straight.
"I want to go home"
And with that, the girl left.
Out the steel doors and into the continuous rain of Gotham, the girl just turned right on the concrete and strolled home. The Rain pouring down on her head.
With only her dress, her bra, and her boy short panties to her name, she walked down the street, only to bump shoulders with one person who stopped and looked at her through the dripping rain that completely avoided them under their purple and green umbrella.
A man with green hair, a purple suit and a clown like grin drawn on his face.
"Sorry" She mumbled and continued to walk.
"Why so serious?" The man sneered, stepping towards the girl who smirked at him and rolled her eyes.
"I just woke up, decided to walk in the rain"
"Are you heading home?"
"Very inquizitive man you are" she turned and looked to him. And for the first time in this mans life, she didn't gasp or turn away scared, nor laugh and call him a freak, no...
She turned, smiled and crossed her arms.
"I should have you know, I'm a compulsive liar"
"I like explosives" He added.
"Then we should get along, just fine"