Dear Genesis,
I am currently writing to you in a very stiff and uncomfortable hospital bed. Don't worry, I'm fine and Bruce is paying my medical bills. He's really nice about that.
I guess I should explain why I'm at the hospital in the first place.
It had been a stressful day and all I wanted to do was sleep. My morning class was cancelled so I thought I'd get more sleep than usual. That's when my dorm fire drill went off. So, in my superman pajamas and my old Rain Forest café t-shirt, I followed the masses out of my building to wait to go back inside. However the fire drill in every dorm was going off and then some guy stood above us all on a stand and started talking about fear in college students and shit.
I feel stupid because I did paperwork on him but I didn't realize he was one of Batman's rogues until the guy put on the scarecrow mask.
I remember muttering "shit" then I noticed the crazed man pulling out some sort of gas gun.
I screamed at everyone to hold their breath but I don't think I shouted early enough for the people around me to react.
I held my breath and sprinted away and a handful of people followed my lead. Unfortunately, a lot of people also got gassed.
After that all hell broke loose. One moment I almost made it back into the dorm and the next some girl had me tackled and she was strangling me. I punched her in the face and got her off of me, but then I was attacked by more people. I kicked and hit as much as I could. But there were a lot of people, one me and I was eventually knocked unconscious.
When I woke up my hearing in my right ear was gone (again, I know I have bad luck with that), I had a black eye, a bruised lip, two cracked ribs, scratches and bruises generally all over, and a broken arm.
Scarecrow is back in Arkham and I'm better except my ear still hurts and I can't really hear out of it (But you know I'm pretty used to that). My arm is still in a cast and my ribs are better too.
Bruce wants me to rest in the hospital more though because he's worried about me hurting myself. I try not to push myself so he doesn't worry so much.
Bruce kinda reminds me of Tio Ramon. Y'know, minus the pot belly and the hilarious laugh.
It's actually kinda nice to have someone looking after me a bit. I mean, obviously I got you and the family, but when I'm at college, I'm pretty much on my own. I've gotten myself through colds and fevers without anyone holding my hand. I feel really independent when I can do that all on my own.
But, it's still nice to be visited in the hospital. I didn't really expect anyone to keep my company in the hospital. Nightwing sometimes drops by and smuggles me in ice cream. Even Robin drops by! It's usually to throw an insult at me but some company is better than none at all.
I hope you're doing alright. Here I am complaining but I'm sure you've had it worse. I remember you telling me how you patched up gunshot wounds on yourself with no one around. I mean, that's badass!
Anyway, I hope you're safe wherever in the world you are. Please be careful.
Love,
Your Busted Up Sister Maria
