Chapter 3

Quote of the chapter: "How would you know otherwise? Your supernatural bat hearing?"

As soon as the surgery was over, the patient was wheeled into one of the small white sterile rooms of the hospital. Jenna was still in a small world of her own as Dr. Jamestone was taking off his surgery mask and helping the nurses clean up. She watched in a daze as he washed his hands and made his way over to her.

"So how was it?" He asked once he reached her.

"Uh- great. I uh- learned a lot." She responded. Dr. Jamestone's expression turned slightly suspicious but he dismissed the subject of topic and decided to steer the discussion another way, "So how was school today?"

"Oh it was great; just like I was telling Dr. Elise earlier, lots of exams. Busy, busy, busy." She gave a short- cut off laugh and a hint of nervousness was slightly detected by him, but Dr. Jamestone pretended not to notice, he just nodded. He started walking away back towards his room with the patient's folder in his hands; which he was holding behind his back.

"So have you applied for any colleges yet?"

Jenna pursed her lips, "Yeah. But I am still not sure which one I would like to go to. You know, scholarships and the financing are kind of getting in the way."

Dr. Jamestone nodded, "Oh I'm sure that you will get some sort of scholarship to at least one of the million colleges here in the US. From your records, you are bound to have a good scholarship."

Jenna's cheeks heated up a bit and she smiled at the Doctor that was walking next to her, "Thanks."

He dismissed it with a small wave of his hand, "I am only stating the truth."

The rest of the time passed easily, and Jenna was getting ready to start heading home. She had one more thing to do, well, not exactly do. But she would watch a nurse do it.

Jenna was currently walking down the hallway with Nurse Sandra in front of her, leading. Nurse Sandra was a caring woman with a New-York accent and red hair with blue/grey eyes, a unique color that Jenna has never seen.

They would simply take care of the basics on a patient in one of the rooms.

Jenna focused on the swishing of the Nurse's white gown as they walked down the long hallways of the hospital.

They reached room 312; Jenna had a strange feeling at the bottom of her stomach. She shook the feeling off and followed Nurse Sandra in the room. Jenna's eyes were angled down, looking at the floor the whole way.

"Hello, Sir, How ya' doing?" She heard Nurse Sandra ask, her accent heavy.

The patient coughed, "I feel pretty good considering I was just recently in surgery." A male voice was hoarse; but also smooths, something that can lull you to sleep.

Jenna looked up and did a double take as she saw that the patient which was about five feet away from her was actually the gorgeous boy with short black hair that had been shot in the shoulder and operated on by Dr. Jamestone.

His eyes met hers and she felt her breathe shorten. His eyes were a light blue, a vibrant, sapphire blue. There was a bit of dullness and pain in them, but they were still beautiful.

Finally mustering up her breathes and composing herself, Jenna gave him a small smile and looked away. Somewhere… anywhere but his eyes. If she looked back at him, she wouldn't be able to stop staring and he would catch her at the act, so she kept her eyes strictly on the window that was on the far side of the room.

The view of Gotham was beautiful at night. So many people under-estimated Gotham. Sure it was basically the home of evil, but once you got passed that, Gotham was beautiful. The lights from the tall buildings flashed gold in the dark black night. Wayne Tower stood out the most. Jenna's head flashed back to earlier today when Bruce Wayne had come in to class and actually caught her before she would fall and crack her head on a desk. Scariest part, she didn't even hear him come up from behind her. Well, it was probably because I was too concentrated on the pounding in my head, she told herself, I probably wouldn't even be able to tell that a truck passed by in my state earlier today.

"Jenna, sweetie?" Nurse Sandra's voice broke Jenna out of her thoughts and forced her head to turn towards them.

"Yeah?" Her voice came out soft and quiet.

"You alright there? Ye' were kinda zoning out." Sandra said, while injecting some kind of medicine fluid into the patient's IV. Jenna knew that the patient was staring straight at her, which made her shift a bit, "Uhm, yeah. Just looking out at the view of Gotham." She replied softly, still keeping her eyes averted from the boy's in front of her, concentrating on the invisible liquid traveling form the I.V bag to the tube connected to the patient.

Nurse Sandra sighed a dreamy sigh, "Aye. It's beautiful ain't it? Too bad that the crime has made people fear even stepping a foot outside their homes." She added remorsefully.

Jenna nodded silently in agreement.

"Jenna, may ya' please help me with this?" The Nurse in front of her was holding and IV bag with clear fluid in it while holding another bag in her other hand. Jenna gave a small nod and stepped towards where the Nurse was currently standing.

She took the IV bag into her hands and shot a quick glance at the patient that was about a foot away from her from the corners of her eyes. His eyes were closed, and his breathe was coming out softly and evenly. The IV bag that Nurse Sandra connected must have been something that caused him to fall asleep.

A harsh stinging sensation ran through Jenna's lower back. Coming to an instant stop at the first shot of the pain, Jenna unconsciously hunched over, groaning and clutching her lower stomach in pain.

The files she was carrying fell out of her hand and scattered all over the streets of Gotham. As soon as they fell out of her right hand, she raised it to clutch at her chest, which was coming short of breath at every second.

"Miss!" Jenna managed to hear a voice through her groans of pain. Her eyelids fluttered a couple times, being squeezed shut harshly just a few seconds before, they were a bit numb and it took her a couple moments to focus on the person calling out to her.

A man in his early 20's was walking up to her cautiously, and Jenna immediately recognized him as one of the men she saw in a group earlier in the day when she was walking home after Olivia dropped her off.

A feeling of fear rose in her gut rose as thoughts of the worst possible started to flash through her mind like a slide-show. Rape. Murder. Robbery.

She stumbled back a bit, shaking her head, and still clutching her stomach, "W-what d-do y-you w-want..?" She croaked out, her voice raspy and harsh, like sandpaper.

The man's eyes widened in realization of what she thought, and he stopped about 25 feet away from Jenna. Holding up both of his hands, he started to speak again, "I won't rob you, miss. Many homeless criminals would, but I am not a criminal. Partially homeless, but nonetheless, not a criminal." His voice was steady and slow, his eyes directed straight at her, staring into her own glassy eyes which were full of fear and pain.

Partially homeless? Jenna opened her mouth to Question his statement, but instead, a low groan emitted from her lips as another shot of pain ran through her body. The man lowered his hands, seeing the state she was in need some assistance of any sort, and started to take a step towards her.

Jenna sighed as a feeling of full relief flooded through her. He would only help. No robbery. She wouldn't trust anyone off the street, but this man just had this trust-worthy aura around him. Not to mention the head-on full truth in his eyes as he stared right at her, not looking away. She opened her mouth to speak, and thank him, but before she could say a word, a large black shadow swooped down behind the man. Her eyes widened.

Her lips formed words of warning that she wanted to shout out to prevent this from happened, but no sounds were made as she tried to call out, to say something. Her throat and mouth were completely dry. The pain was too much to handle; she couldn't move or do anything to stop the dark shadow from beating up the poor man; so she stood there, coughing, and watching helplessly as the poor man got beat up.

Jenna straightened her back, and kept her arms cradled around her stomach, her head lowered into her chest, and her now frizzy/wavy hair which had been straight just minutes ago, covering her face completely in a dark curtain of chocolate brown, almost black.

A thump was heard, and Jenna could only register it as the 'partially' homeless man falling to the ground; unconscious.

A silent tear trickled down Jenna's cheek. Was she always the worthless burden in every situation?

Making no move to wipe it away, Jenna just stood there. Silence. Then; a small crunching of a pebble, close to her. Jenna just stood there silently, pains running through her lower back, but duller and more manageable than the ones she had just moments ago, allowing her to stand up-right and still.

A hand fell upon her shoulder and she violently shook it off with a harsh jerk of her left shoulder. She wiped her head to look at the dark, evil shadow before her; this action caused her hair to shake from her face and cascade down her back.

"Don't. Touch Me." She croaked dryly, the venom in her voice mixed in with the dryness of sandpaper, causing her shrill, sharp voice to cut through the thick air like a butcher's knife.

The Batman visibly flinched, and this surprised Jenna, he wasn't scared of thugs and criminals, but she made him flinch? Nonetheless, Jenna kept her steely, narrowed eyes full of anger and fumes on him steadily, not showing any other emotion.

The Batman stood his ground; his arms crossed over the huge plates of his armored chest, and his hidden black eyes staring right back at her; making him look all the more evil. "He was going to rob you." His voice was low and deep, like gravel. Some extra anger was mixed in and could be easily detected by the way his jaw was clamped together.

Jenna sneered at the black shadow before her, "No." She told him, the muscles in her jaw tightening and starting to hurt her teeth from being clamped shut too hard, "No. He was not going to rob me. He was going to help me. Unlike you! You just beat up and took down a poor, helpless man! I thought you were supposed to HELP citizens, not hurt them!" Her voice rose at the end, echoing off the walls of the empty buildings around them.

Batman's jaw muscles visibly tightened even tighter, and Jenna swore that she could hear his teeth grinding together, "You sure about that? How do you know he wouldn't rob you?" His deep voice was even more penetrating; full of authority and steel.

Jenna's anger boiled and she was ready to burst out and start cussing out at this unknown thing dressed up in a bat suit.

She inhaled a deep breathe and unwrapped her arms from around her, waving them around, "Oh I am sure. Positive, actually." She spat, "how would you know otherwise?" she pointed her finger into his chest harshly; causing her finger to hurt but she ignored it, continuing her rant, "your supernatural bat hearing?" She stood right up to him, her finger pointed in his chest, and her emerald green eyes glaring right into his steel, almost black eyes. he was about a foot taller than him, even so, she stood her ground firmly. Jenna was sure the look in her eyes was like flames of a fire, a wild forest fire.

The Batman's eyes jaw tightened, but his eyes seemed to soften showing some...was it... guilt? Regret? Almost as if Jenna hit a soft spot, If that's even possible for a creature like that. The man was probably miserable. Running out around the night in the street of Gotham; his social life was probably ruined by now. Jenna slumped a bit, and a feeling of sadness and pity for the man behind the bat suit ran through her body.

His lips formed a tight, thin line. The Batman emitted a low growl that rumbled his chest, and he twisted around harshly; his cloak flowing behind him, hitting Jenna. Some anger returned and took over Jenna. He walked away and jumped into his monster of a vehicle, roaring away and down the streets of Gotham.

Jenna stood in the middle of the sidewalk, her hands closed into tight fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms, drawing blood. Her bright green eyes glaring at the place where the Batman was just seconds before.

Who does this man think he was? Did he think he owned everyone because HE decided to become some super- vigilante on his own free-will? Did he think of himself as the owner of Gotham? Some kind of 'Bruce Wayne' wannabe? HA! They'd make a pretty damn good pair of buds, she thought bitterly.

The anger and adrenaline from the verbal fight pumped through Jenna's veins as she crouched down and snatched the files she dropped up and off the ground.

One of her nails harshly scratched against the ground, breaking the top of it and leaving a thumping, burning sensation in it. Jenna hissed and withdrew from the sidewalk, straightening out her cramping back and tucking her papers under her arms tightly, making sure another accident like the one before wouldn't happen again.

The distant sound of sirens coming towards her hit her ears and Jenna threw her head back helplessly, a groan mixed in with a growl rumbling deep in her throat.

And he still had the nerves to notify the police AFTER he was proved wrong?