Dear readers, I am terribly sorry about the prolonged update! My grandfather had passed away unexpectedly and it had been a frantic and busy year, but now I'm back! Once again, Zoey Owen © yours truly and Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow, and any other originally-created Batman characters © by the brilliant and godly Bob Kane. Last chapter was I say about pg-13-ish, but this one I'm guessing is probably going to be R for some scenes. ::skips off happily::
Zoey awoke to the metallic click of her cell door opening, and shuddered. Her eyes reluctantly opened as well, revealing Nurse Violet, who was in charged of Arkham's Juvenile Wing. Despite feeling extreme rancor towards the hellhole Zoey knew as Arkham, she did like Nurse Violet. You see, Nurse Violet had a motherly, comforting demeanor, and took Zoey under her wing, just a day ago, when Zoey was forcibly dragged by brutish male nurses to her cell, wailing and crying hysterically. Nurse Violet even stayed with Zoey that entire day, to keep her company, hoping it would give Zoey some sense of security.
"Time to wake up, Zoey. You're going to see Dr. Crane this morning, remember?" Nurse Violet giggled comfortingly as she sat on the edge of her newest patient's bed, gently pulling Zoey up into a sitting position.
"Oh, Zoey! Look at that bed-head! We need to straighten up that pretty auburn hair of yours." The young blonde nurse pulled out a small brush from her uniform's apron, running it carefully through Zoey's long and very auburn locks, which ended at the beginning of her lower back.
The hair brushing ended much too soon, and Zoey felt Nurse Violet hoist her gently from the bed, guiding her out of the cell. The journey to Dr. Crane's office was down right torture for Zoey, every step she took made her inwardly cringe, like she knew the pain and suffering that awaited her. Oh, how she wished to die, right there on the spot. Deep down, she knew dieing would be better than being face-to-face with the monster that put her in this hellhole.
"Phew, never thought I'd say it, but we're here, Zoey! That was a pretty long walk, huh?"
Oh God!
Zoey drew in a breath, reluctantly looking up at the door of the room where her worst fear lay.
"Don't worry, dear, Dr. Crane is a very nice man! You're not in any danger at all. Besides, it will all be over before you know it; all you need to do is be a good girl for him."
Zoey heard Nurse Violet knock on the door, announcing their arrival. The door opened at Dr. Crane's command, and Zoey was pushed inside.
There he was. Sitting behind that damned table, smirking, as if he had something traumatizing in store for her.
"Ah, Ms. Owen. Here at last, I see. Please, take a seat."
His voice alone made Zoey want to throw up. It was the equivalent of hearing a gunshot to her. But, in spite of her rapidly rising fear, Zoey did as he said, sitting down in the cold, fold-up metal chair at the opposite side of the table. She said nothing, keeping her eyes locked on her hands, which fidgeted nervously in her lap.
"Do you know why you're here, Ms. Owen?" It almost felt like he was taunting her with his question. They both knew very well why she was here.
"All I know is that I shouldn't be here!" Zoey's teeth clenched, along with her hands, causing her knuckles to pop, one by one.
Dr. Crane chuckled, unafraid by his young patient. She was just another toy, another playing…another experiment.
"What kind of Doctor do you think I'd be if I deemed you innocent? You killed your father, Ms. Owen."
Zoey's gaze flew upwards to the good doctor, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration.
"You don't understand! He was gonna…" She stopped herself before she went on; she felt like she already said too much.
