Chapter Four
"Fucking hell Jonny! You tryna help or finish the job?" I shouted as Jonathan pressed antiseptic coated cloth to my bleeding head wound. Jonathan raised one of his eyebrows and released the painful cloth from my head.
"Jonny?" he asked, smiling slightly.
I pouted, "It was either that or Jon Jon". Jonathan shook his head smiling, and replaced the cloth on my head with a new one. I hissed in pain.
Cash came over and gave me a visual once over. "Crane, you're with Kenway. Make sure she doesn't do something stupid again" he ordered. Jonny nodded in response. Once Cash left I rolled my eyes. Jerk. Cash was probably one of the nicest guards though. Which was saying something. Maybe nicest was the wrong word. Fairest, probably.
"Ophelia?"
"What?" Shit, Jon was talking while I zoned out. He sighed and gave a small smile, "Long story short, you're fine but your head will hurt for a while".
"Thanks" I smiled as I rubbed my wrist. They had removed my handcuff soon after they found me apparently. Jonathan nodded and began to pack up the meagre first aid kit he had been given. I looked around. Turns out I was right, Batman did show up. He was currently conversing with Cash. A pouty little boy was next to him, whom I assumed to be Robin. The other two figures were in the area where I had been bashed over the head with a rock. Hope they find Falcone. Bastard. My head stung.
"What the hell Jonathan?" I muttered as I looked over. It wasn't Jonathan. "Oh god. What are you doing here?" I said, with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Attending to your head wound. What does it look like?" Elliot responded smugly. It looked like a douchebag being a douche.
I rolled my eyes and stared at the waterfall, ignoring Doctor Douchebag. "Being ignored by the great Ophelia Kenway. Whatever will I do?" Elliot questioned while putting more solution on my head.
"No idea. Do your job maybe and stop acting like a dick" I muttered quietly.
"What did you just call me?" asked Elliot.
Perhaps not that quietly. Time to leave. I shrugged. "A wonderful person" I grumped, standing up. Before I could walk away, the doctor with the world's greatest bedside manner grabbed my arm.
"What did you call me?" he repeated once more, looking really pissed. For every second I refused to answer and stared at him in the eyes, he put more pressure on my arm.
It was getting really painful when Cash called out, "Pair up! We're leaving!"
Elliot reluctantly released my arm and slowly walked off.
Jonathan must've seen some kind of look on my face because he asked, "You alright? Besides the cut?"
I nodded slowly then looked at him and smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine".
The bus ride was uneventful. The guards enforced a 'no-talking' rule. I guess they didn't want more people planning another break out. Once we reached the asylum, there was a welcome home present of sorts. Group therapy. Now that's something to make me want to break out. We kept pretty much the same group except the older eyepatch was taken to maximum security. High security risk apparently. We were taken to the cafeteria area and 'encouraged' to sit on chairs way too small for a normal sized person. Penguin flourished whereas the rest of us failed, especially Bane. He just stood. The chairs were set up in a semi-circle with a normal sized chair and a small table in front. We had been waiting about 5 minutes before our psychologist walked in. More like stumbled though.
"Hi everyone! How are we all?" she asked, setting her papers down. She received a wave of groans and mumbles in response. "So, all of you just came back from the park I understand?" The psychologist asked without turning around, ferreting around for something. More grumbles. "Alrighty. Ah, found them" she held up multiple manilla folders and turned to face us. Must be the Asylum's files on us. Most were somewhat large in width, but some were pretty thin. The psychologist herself was thin, with caramel coloured skin, similar to a cappuccino. She had wild dark brown, almost black, hair which she was able to tie into a low ponytail. Generally dishevelled, is what I would describe her as. I also noted she didn't actually introduce herself. "So, shall we begin? Everyone say one thing about themselves" she pointed at Bane. "Please start" she said and Bane nodded. Bane cleared his throat and the psychologist, who still hadn't bothered to introduce herself, looked attentive. Bane then launched into a speech, spoken fully in Spanish. Anyone else in the room who didn't know Spanish was just sitting there, bored as all hell. I knew a bit, so I was able to follow along some. Bane's voice was deep, masculine and sounded a bit like a blender full of rocks or the voice of a box a day cigar smoker. The psychologist nodded and wrote notes. Then she responded. Perfectly. In Spanish and everything. This place was full of surprises.
Some guards moved into the room. One spoke to the psychologist and soon I was being moved out of the room. Instead or going to my cell, I was escorted to an office. The door opened and the world's greatest doctor scowled directly in my face.
"What is she doing here? She wasn't scheduled in until tomorrow" Elliot grumped to the guard escorting me.
The guard shrugged and mumbled something about orders. Elliot sighed and rolled his eyes. Things were really awkward as the guard released me and Elliot pointed me in the direction of the chair. I half sat/half fell into the chair while Elliot closed the door and moved gracefully behind his desk.
"How's your head?" asked Elliot, pulling out medical equipment from a drawer and setting it out on his desk.
I shrugged, "Fine. Stinging a bit I guess".
"Mmh" was the only response given, He picked up a pair of funny tweezers. Elliot pulled up another chair next to me, sat down and started examining my cut, pulling off my band-aid with the tweezers. I sighed. The sooner this was over and done with, sooner I could may be get some sleep. "The Commissioner told me that you never met me before you attacked me, but we both know that's not true, isn't it. He also mentioned that you claimed that you and your family were new to Gotham, however your family is one of the oldest families in Gotham. He realised that soon after your meeting with him. He mentioned that he would be setting up another meeting soon" Elliot mumbled quietly as he inspected my cut and wiped it down with an antiseptic wipe.
"I don't know what you mean. You attacked me remember? You walked out, we chatted and you started acting all weird, ripping your shirt and grabbing me" I responded angrily, crossing my arms and looking ahead of me, and away from Elliot. I ignored the remark about my family. Everyone will figure it out sometime.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his brow furrow. "I don't remember any of that", Elliot was silent for a few moments, "But I do remember growing up with you, for a few years at least" he said as he placed a new bandage over my cut. "There. Its waterproof. Should be fine in the shower" Elliot said as he placed the tweezers and the bottle of antiseptic onto the desk and removed a pair of rubber gloves that I hadn't noticed him putting on.
I shrugged. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "It's easier to say I've never been here before than to say I grew up here" I mumbled.
Before Elliot could make any kind of comment, the guard from outside stepped in the doorway. "Doctor Elliot, we have to umm… go" he said and made a gesture in the other direction.
Elliot cleared his throat and nodded, "Yes. Let's…". He then got up and walked through the door, holding my forearm.
Elliot then escorted me to the shower block. He was right, we had known each other as kids, Bruce Wayne as well. Apparently our parents were all friends and that's how we all met. Me and Amelia were some 4 to 5 years younger at the time so I don't think we had much in common.
The shower block itself was old, full of various kinds of mould and smelt terrible. Like a tuna sandwich that I had once left out in the sun as a science experiment. Not good overall. Elliot left quickly and I was forced to strip. A quick visual inspection of me was done and I hopped into a small and cramped cubicle. The water was frigid at first but son became lukewarm. I looked around and saw the same group that I was with the entire day and three guards that I could see. I was ripped out of my thoughts by a loud catcall coming from one of the guards. Heat surged through my body, especially my face, due to embarrassment and mainly anger. I ignored him. Not rocking the boat and such. I really didn't want to get in trouble. I must not have given those assholes the response they wanted, because they continued with their calls and comments.
"Hey guys, what the hell?" said a different guard, one who must've just walked in. He was cute, young, close to my age. Dark hair, light blue eyes, nice cheekbones and looked pretty fit. Seemed kind of familiar, like I had seen him at a party but at which event would I see a mental asylum security guard? Anyway, he was one of the few guards who wasn't hassling me and seemed to really dislike and possibly take offense to it. Maybe he had younger sisters or something.
"Pfft, just having some fun Jack. What's the big deal?" said one of the guards who were doing the catcalling.
"She's just a girl in a shower and you're three larger guys. You're freaking her out, quit it" Jack responded, folding his arms in front of him.
The guy Jack was talking to was about to respond to this interruption of his 'fun' when another guard put his hand on the firs guard's shoulder and muttered something about it not bein worth it. The group left soon after. I finished my wash and used a nearby towel to dry myself. The towel was old, maybe it came with the original building, and had definitely seen better days. Dressing quickly I became very aware of the fact that my face and at the very least my ears, were burning red due to how embarasing that had been. And everyone had seen it!
Thankfully, Selina and Jonathan finished their washes soon after mine. I waited for them near the exit and the guard Jack. I tried not to stare and make things more awkward, but I did notice that Selina had a great body and that Jonathan was much skinnier than the majority of other 'patients'. It's funny, some women would kill to have his body for themselves.
I walked with the others, once they were dressed of course, in hopeful silence, not wanting to talk about what had just happened. No such luck as Selina asked a question, but not the one I was expecting.
"What happened to your back?"
A wave of anxiety hit me. They noticed that? Of course, they noticed a lot. "Nothing. My back is fine" I told her quickly. She opened her mouth to say more but we had reached her cell and she was being pushed in by a grumpy guard. I wished her a quick goodnight and in return got a goodnight with a look attached that promised that we would continue our 'talk' at a later time. Wonderful, something to look forward to tomorrow.
In contrast, Jonathan asked no questions and settled on observing me until we were pushed into our cell and locked in. "Lights out in 10" the guard told us, then walked off.
I flopped onto my hard bed, moved under the covers and wished Jon "'Night". I received a mumble in return. It was difficult to sleep once the lights went out. Noises could be heard from everywhere, including screams, distant and close, from other patients. Unsurprisingly Jon slept fine with no problems. I turned constantly until finally falling asleep, with the last thing on my mind being how I would lie to my new 'friends' about the terrible scars on my back.