*flashback*

It was like any other day. Little Quinn jumped out of her mom's car and rushed inside, she ran down the hall and turned the corner into the lounge room. A person could be seen sitting on the couch, newspaper covering their upper body.
"PAPA!" she yelled and leaped onto him crushing the news paper. He pulled it out from under her and chuckled while hugging her back. He had been away on a business trip for a week so Quinn was excited to have him back home.

The hunters were your typical family, safe for the strange last name. Quinns mother and father both had full times jobs working from 9 till 5, while she stayed late at school in OSHC till 6 waiting for her mum or dad to pick her up. But today her mum managed to get off work early so she could take Quinn home and see her dad as soon as possible.

Quinn always had a thing with being together, she didn't want to lose anyone. When ever they went to the park or shopping she would always make sure that they walked together. If there were two options of walking left or right on the path at the park and her parents happened to choose different ones, she would always walk on the grass making sure to be in the middle, sort of like a little link or chain that always kept her two parents together. She had always said that

"Families should stay together."

So when her dad had returned home she was ecstatic. The family was whole again.
"How ya doin' kiddo? Treat Mama well?" her father asked.
"Of course Papa." She smiled up at him.

The day progressed like any other. They had dinner and her parents talked about work a 7 year old wouldn't understand. Deciding to leave her parents talk about 'money stuff' as she called it, she walked to the lounge room and plopped herself onto the big, light brown, leather couch and switched on the TV. It was 6:30 and the Simpsons were on.

She then heard a loud knock on the front door, but paid no mind to it. She saw her mum walk by to go answer it. Yelling could be heard and then a scream. She ran out of the room and stopped in the hallway shocked at what she saw. Her mum had been tied up and gagged and was leaned against the wall with tears in her eyes, while her dad lay knocked out on the floor, blood pooling under his head. She stood there frozen. An old man in a white lab coat came closer to her and grabbed her by the arm. She turned to look at her mum who was crying and screaming begging the men to let her and her child go. Quinn didn't like seeing her mum cry. It made her feel sad.

She was about to ask what's wrong, until the old man pulled on her arm again.

She began to struggle and try to get out of his grip. She didn't want to go anywhere with this stranger. She opened her mouth to scream but a large hand covered it shut. A big man clothed in black from head to toe, grabbed her and began dragging her out the front door.

Quinn began to panic. Why were they taking her away from her mother and father? What was going on? The front door then shut blocking her view from her parents.

Why!? She began to kick and scream even louder, biting at the large hands covering her mouth but it was to no avail.

She was roughly thrown into the back of a van and the door closed shut before she had time to jump out and run. She began banging on the glass and crying. She looked out the window and saw the man in the white coat standing a couple of meters away from her home, he had some kind of remote in his hand. He pressed the button and then began to walk back to the van. He got in and said something to the larger man but she wasn't listening, still crying instead.

She felt the car shake slightly, the engine had been started.
"PAPA! MAMA!" She screamed.

BOOOM!

She stared wide-eyed in shock, refusing to believe what was in front of her eyes. Her house was engulfed in flames in an instant. The fire burnt so bright, burning everything in its path, the quaint little house was no match for its power. The fire was so bright and orange filling her vision instantly. She could feel the heat radiating off it even from inside the car. It was so destructive so powerful. She then felt the car move but continued looking at the window silently. Her tears stopped and mouth closed. She couldn't believe it! Everything was gone. Her parents were gone. It finally began to sink in and she started to weep again.

"Weren't we supposed to be together forever?"

*flashback end*

"After that I blacked out. I remember waking up again, for only a moment but I fell unconscious again." She finished with tears in her eyes. Everybody had been listening intently at her explain about her past. At some point Black Canary and Zatanna had also come to listen to the girl.

Quinn took a deep breath, she knew she had to continue explaining to them about what had happened. But she couldn't. Her eyes began to sting more, tears brimming at the edges, she was trying her best not to let them fall, but wasn't succeeding. She whispered a silent 'excuse me' and left the room.

She ran through the hall, not sure where she was but any room would do. She opened the door and then closed it shut. She had locked herself in a broom closet. She sighed at her bad luck.

She sat down on the floor and leaned against the shelf. She began to breath deeply trying to steady her heart beat, but her breaths just came out shaky and weak. Tears escaped from her eyes and got halfway down her cheeks before she furiously wiped them away.
"It was a long time ago, I thought you got over this Quinn." She spoke to herself.
"snap out of it!" She said raising her voice and lightly slapping her cheeks. Although she tried to convince herself she was fine, she wasn't feeling it and the feeling that she was about to cry again came over her. She put her hands over her eyes trying to stop the tears from escaping.

There was a soft knock at the door which startled her, although it scared her she was slightly grateful that the small shock made the tears stop.

"Can you please unlock the door." came a masculine voice. Staying seated she stretched up to unlock the door. The door slowly opened to reveal Robin standing there. Instead of getting her to get out and go back to the hall he sat down in the doorway and sighed quietly, looking down at his lap.
"I know what it's like." he whispered and then paused.
"I know what its like to watch your loved ones die and it's not easy to get over it. Hell! Its really hard, I still get upset and it was a long time ago too."

Robin perfectly understood how she felt. He'd also lost his parents at a young age and knew what it was like to feel lost and alone.

It was quiet until there was a slight giggle. Robin looked up from his lap to see Quinn smiling and wiping her tears away.
"Thanks Robin, It's good to know that someone else knows what you're going through." She said standing up.
"Lets do our best to not be so sad about it and live our lives happily." She stretched her arm out for him to take. He grasped it tightly and she pulled him up. He looked down at her and smiled. They gave a firm handshake and then let go, making their way back to the hall, Robin leading the way.

Quinn sat back down in the chair and apologized to Batman before continuing to explain.

Robin walked over to the others, they knew about his past being part of the circus act, The Flying Graysons. He smiled to himself, glad that he had managed to cheer the girl up, sorta. Now that he thought about it she did the cheering up, but whatever. Even though they were both in the same boat of losing their parents, he still had it better off. He had been adopted by the iconic Bruce Wayne and became a superhero, where as she was kidnapped and tortured. Yet she still managed to be happy. The girl puzzled and intrigued him at the same time.

*flashback*

Quinn had woken up again, she was changed into a clean white gown and was now being forcefully shoved down a hallway. Her and her captor came to a large, round, white door. The large man typed in a few numbers on the lock and the door slowly began to open. Once it was open enough he shoved her in. Quinn spun around to try and get out but the door slammed shut in her face. She balled her hands into fists and began banging at the door screaming that they let her out, but no answer came. She stopped hitting the door and slid down to the floor sitting in front of it with her head down and began to cry.

Why did this happen?

She then felt an arm on her shoulder. She jumped and turned around surprised and scared!

"Hey, hey. Calm down." soothed the older girl. The girl had dull red hair and dark green eyes. She looked about 12. She was also wearing the same gown but hers was stained and worn-out.
"I know you're scared right now, but it'll be okay." The girl tried to reassure, but she had no faith in her own words.
"My name is Amy. What's yours?" She smiled.
"Quinn." Quinn replied, tears now gone. She seemed to have calmed down.
"Come and meet the others." She said and held her hand out for Quinn to take. Quinn took it and stood up, following along behind the girl.

In front of her stood two boys. One looked to be the same age as Amy and the other only slightly younger, 10-ish.
"Hello, I'm Marcel." said the older boy. He had tan skin, dark brown hair and eyes.
"And I'm Samuel." stated the younger. He had pale white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes.
The two boys were both dressed in white. Their t-shirt and pants were also tattered and worn out.

"Where are we?" asked Quinn.

"Hell." They answered.

It had been a couple of weeks now, or maybe even a month since Quinn arrived. It was hard to know how much time passed by inside the large white room. Most of the time it was only the 4 of them, but now and then the same man in the white coat would come and look at them through the glass on the wall.

She got to know the other children more and learnt how they came to be here. The same thing had happened to their homes. She also learnt when to shut her mouth, and not speak back to the guards, or she was in for a beating. She had the bruises and cuts to prove it.

"What is behind that big black door?" She asked one day.

The others had gone behind there and wouldn't come back until after a week. New wounds on their bodies and their complexions always worsened. The other kids didn't want to tell her the horrors behind the door, but the sad truth was sooner or later she would have to go there herself.

And that day eventually came.

She'd been taken out of the big white room and taken back around to the other side of the glass. She looked through it and saw everyone on the other side looking at her with worried expressions. She became nervous at this, what was behind there?

The door opened and she was shoved in.

The room was dark and scary, nothing like the rest of the rooms that were bright and white. There was a large steel bed like object in the center on the small room. The feeling of dread rushed over her, but before she had a chance to run, she was harshly thrown onto the bed and chained to it. The tight cuffs on her wrists and ankles hurt and scraped across her skin.

The man in the lab coat came forward.
"Lets see how well you can handle this." He whispered into her ear. She shuddered and tried not to cry.
What are they going to do to me? she thought.

The man stepped back into the darkness. The only light in the room was right above her head light a bright spotlight and she was today's main act.

She began to feel cold metal fingers gliding across her arms, legs, her entire body. She squirmed in discomfort. The fingers then began to prick and poke her, inserting needles and other strange objects into her skin. Quinn cried out in pain. They first started off careful but got more painful. They began to jab her more and the pain intensified. Quinn continued screaming in agony begging to be set free.

A hand grabbed her jaw to keep her head steady and forced a strange liquid down her throat. It tasted disgusting, Quinn wanted to vomit it up but the hand held her in place preventing her from doing so and forcing her to continue swallowing the liquid.

She began to feel light headed, she became numb all over and the pain was gone. This only lasted a second before all her senses came back at full force, or even stronger. She screamed in terror. The jabbing had intensified in pain, either from the force of the hands or from the strange liquid, she didn't know, all she knew is that it hurt. She threw her head back and screamed again and then suddenly the pain was gone. She felt her wrists and ankles be let free of the cuffs. The bed began to move upright and she slipped off it falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. She felt tired too tired, this wasn't something a 7 year old could survive from. She felt a hand pull at her arm and someone shouting at her, but she couldn't make out the words. Everything became blurry as she blacked out.

Quinn was sent back into the white room to join the others after 2 days. They were all shocked to see the little 7 year old girl still alive and back so early. They didn't ask her how she was and all that sappy crap. She'd just experienced something a normal kid shouldn't have to go through and the reality was that life was unfair.

3 years had passed and Quinn was still at the facility. She had been taken into the black door once or twice, but not as often as the others. It had been 2 weeks since Samuel went in. His screams were worse than before. More painful and torturous. The remaining 3 had not been able to sleep that day and still hadn't slept well, they anxiously waited for his return, but he never came back.

Another 2 years had passed. It was her turn to go behind the door again. Hours and hours of pain filled screams sounded throughout the facility. The remaining two had started to slightly lose their minds. They'd been there for so long, no contact with the human world. They were barely alive.

Marcel went in through the door one day and never came back out.

2 more years passed. Quinn was 14 now and Amy 19. Amy and Quinn were all that were left. All they had were each other, the only ones to keep themselves sane. Which was difficult since they were both on the brink of losing their minds. They still wore their white gowns, although they were more brown than anything, covered in strange fluids, stains and dried blood.

Quinn had been called into the room again. She was dragged through the black door. She'd become weak, she didn't have the energy to do anything anymore. Her and Amy had been back in the room countless times since Marcel and Samuel had left them. They'd been there so many times, eventually becoming immune to the pain. They didn't utter a peep just laid there on the cold metal bed, eyes empty and dry mouths closed.

However this time when Quinn was put on the bed it was different. The pain was worse than she had ever felt, she thought she had become numb to this, immune to the torture. The needles and tubes propped her with more force than ever. Being gentle had been thrown out the window years ago. She wanted to scream in pain, but held back. She didn't want to worry Amy. She felt strange fluids go through the tubes all over her body and pump them into her system. She let out a muffled scream. The strange liquid felt like it was on fire, it traveled inside of her weaving in and around her organs like it had a mind of its own burning her everywhere along the way. The pain was too much. She let out an ear piercing shriek.

Laughter could be heard, it was a cold hoarse cackle from the man in the coat. He was laughing at her! As his laughter increased in volume so did the torture. She cried out in pain again. She felt her body being sliced open everywhere in every which way.

Amy sat alone in the white room listening to her friend scream her lungs out. For the first time in a long time Amy felt scared. This was bad. They weren't supposed to feel the pain anymore.

It had been 3 months and Quinn still hadn't come back. It was Amy's turn once again to go behind the door. She had a bad feeling. She knew she wasn't coming back. Before she had left for the black door, she cut herself on her wrist and took one of the sheets of paper that had been lying around, it was supposed to 'entertain' them.

She looked down and her wrist, her blood was freely flowing out of the wound down her hand to her fingertips. She dabbed her finger into the wound and began to write something on the paper.

It'd been 5 months, the white room had been empty for 5 months. Until one day the large round door opened again. A body was thrown onto the ground and then the door shut.
The person began to move slowly standing up, while swaying from side to side. The person tried to walk forward but stumbled again. They'd been given some kind of drug.

The figure fell to the floor again, sprawled out on their stomach. Dark blue/purple locks covering their face. The person slowly lifted their face up. Her dark purple eyes scanned the room. She was alone, she was always alone. She got to her feet again and held onto the wall for support. She began to walk forward. She spotted light brown dots, they'd stained the floor. She knew what they were all too well.
Blood.
She followed the short trail and came to a piece up paper.

She fell to her knees and stuck her hand out to reach the paper. She gripped it lightly and turned it around. On it written in blood.

'Quinny, don't give up. I know you'll make it out -Amy.'

Quinn gripped the paper tight to her chest and got comfortable in the corner. She read it over and over again, beginning to cry.
Quinn cried and cried. She knew this pain and sorrow, it was familiar, it was the same feeling she had when she lost her parents. The pain was worse than all the tortures she'd had, it was much worse.

She sobbed harder. She was alone again.

2 years passed by. 2 years alone in the cold empty room. With no company and only little food. They'd stopped taking her through the black door.

Quinn had tried to escape one time with the help of her new found powers. But was caught at the last moment and had been given a strange pink drug that made her feel weak and sick. They gave it to her frequently. She still had the note Amy had wrote to her, stuffed inside her pocket of her dirty brown down.

A year later a new batch of kids had been brought to the facility, scared and confused. That's when Quinn decided she needed to snap out of this dead, depressed state she was in. She decided to be like a big sister figure just like Amy had been to her.
Quinn never let any of them in through the black door, demanding to go in their place. She was going to help these kids and do what Amy had told her. She was going to get out, she may be a monster but they still had a chance.

*flashback end*

The room, no the entire mountain was dead silent. No one uttered a word still trying to process all of this. This 16 year old girl sitting in the middle of the room had been through so much, no one could begin to imagine how painful it was for her.

Quinn wasn't sure when but tears had started flowing out of her eyes. She vigorously tried to wiped them away.
These no need to be sad now, I did what Amy wanted for me. I got out. She reached into the pocket of her gown. The note was still there. She smiled sadly.

Quinn moved her gaze back to Batman who was looking right at her. He gave a slight nod and looked to the side, meaning she could leave now. She understood he need to talk to the others about what she told them and quite frankly she didn't wanna be there to hear it.

She got up off her seat and walked back down the hall to the infirmary. Even though it wasn't the nicest of rooms, it was still more homely than anything she had, had in years.

She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes eventually falling asleep.

Firstly, apologies for the wait. I had 2 assignments I had to finish off.
Secondly, yaaaay! It's a new chapter :D and the longest so far.
I'm actually really happy with this chapter and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it.
That's basically it for explaining about her past. Now we'll get to learn more about the present Quinn!
Please read and review!~~