Hey y'all, sorry it's took so long to update! I've been recovering from finals week; if I have to write another twelve page paper, it'll be too soon lol. While resting and crafting this chapter, I fashioned together a playlist of songs Mika would listen to. The next chapter should be coming out no longer than the next two weeks; I have a four hour car drive to my folks and back for the holidays. Also, I know the Spanish within this story is iffy at best and I gotta say, I am not proficient in writing in Spanish, I can only understand and speak a little bit of it. ASL happens to be my forte haha. If anyone you happen to speak Spanish and want to assist me in properly translating the dialogue, please PM me! I want to make Mika as authentic as possible. Anyways, here's the next chapter and sorry it's so short. I hope y'all like it though!

Here's the playlist:

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Mt. Justice

August 12th, 9:28 EST

Adults are fucking idiots.

Mika glared at the ones standing around her, ignoring the world succumbing headache drumming along in her skull. He was here, that good for nothing, bat fucking vigilante-!

As her lungs ached from the battered and bruised cage, the teen snarled, canines bared for the whole world to see, "I'm not gonna ask again assholes, what fuck did you do to me?!"

That bastard of course was the first to speak, his voice stoic as ever, "What do you remember?"

"I know you're a good for nothing asshole who abandons kids to a shitty foster system that allows said kids to be beaten and abused," Mika hoarsely growled, trying to sit up from her vulnerable position in the bed, only to find her movements stalled by casts and restraints. "I'm not talking to any of you cabrones until someone gets this puto outta my fucking sight and tells me what the flying fuck is going on!"

The one with evergreen skin and creepy red eyes stepped forward, placing a hand on the bat fucker's shoulder, "It is best you leave my friend."

Shooting her an unimpressed look, Batman stalked out of the room, leaving the teen to face the other two weirdos on her own.

Mika glared at them, asking tersely with fire running through her veins, "Now, is anyone gonna explain what the fuck is going on or do I gotta beat it out of you?"

The two of them looked at each other with looks Mika failed to decipher before the robot guy spoke up, replying without a shred of emotion anywhere in his automated voice, "You were brutally attacked by international crime lord Giovan Loricetti and left to die behind the alley of your place of work. You were brought here to be given immediate medical attention by the Team; Batman, Martian Manhunter, and I were able to stabilize you but due to the extent of your injuries, you fell into a coma. You have only just woken up."

"How long was I-?"

The guy she guessed to be Martian Manhunter chimed in, voice deep and all encompassing, "You have only been comatose for twenty-one hours, which is unexpected given the magnitude of trauma your body has endured. It is unusual for someone of normal stature to wake so early, let alone one in your condition."

"So I can rebound quickly from a couple blows, so what," Mika shot back with irritance, her anxiety beginning to munch on what resolve she had left in her tank. "Don't mean nothing alienígena so fuck off with your inquisitive bullshit. I ain't some freak like the two of yous."

Robot guy retorted coolly, coming to stand beside her bed, "Nevertheless, we need to run a few diagnostic tests on you to ensure your body is healing properly."

Mika glared at the two of them with pure hatred, shouting weakly as she yanked on her restraints with fervor, "This is kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment! Like fuck I'll let you run tests on me!"

She ignored the screams her body let out as she forced herself to sit up in the damn hospital bed, the bandages wrapped around her torso chafing with her slow movements. Her right hip ached something terrible and her right arm and left leg, which were both encased in ugly alabaster plaster, were resistant to the movement but she didn't fucking care. All she cared about was getting out of this hellhole, getting her shit, and booking it to the nearest city where she could lay low and start over. Gotham was no longer safe, not while Loricetti was-.

Oh god.

Flashes of his cruel smile flashed across her mind, his fists beating her as he fucking laughed, the lab-.

As the memories continued to pop off like an old-fashioned slideshow, Mika could feel herself slipping away, the dark recesses of her brain calling out to her with the quickening state of heartbeat. The task of breathing became a laborious task, her lungs screaming for the precious element of survival. Loricetti's voice echoed around her, his last words striking the final blow.

"I have big plans for you baby cakes."

She couldn't go back to him not again, she couldn't-.

"-she's having a panic attack!"

The world around the teen blurred in a swirl of color and activity, a whimsical dance of nothingness.

"Mika look at me!"

Snapping to attention, Mika found herself looking into pools of azure, belonging to a very beautiful blonde woman.

The woman's hands rested on both sides of Mika's face, cradling it just like her mama used to do, concern and determination in her confident eyes of blue.

Just like mama.

Tears raced down her face, sobs ripping out of her mouth as the whole situation came into perspective. Warm arms wrapped around her bandaged torso, her face coming to rest on the woman's shoulder as she cried her heart out, screams of agony slipping out her body. The woman never let go, never demanded her to stop crying to toughen up like most adults had done since she had gagged and dumped in that carriage seven years ago. Weak people died and Mika didn't want to be one of the nameless dead that filled the streets of Gotham.

"Shush, let it out. It's okay."

How was anything of this okay? She was nearly beaten to death by the man that had completely destroyed her life, the bastard who haunted her dreams, who tortured, hurt, and rap-.

The need to throw exploded in her chest and she ripped away from the blonde chick, hanging over the side of the bed as vomit was ejected from her stomach and splattered wetly against the white floors, painting it in bile and something red.

Her eyes glanced back to the woman who looked at her puke with wide eyes, the blonde-haired woman calling out cautiously as Mika collapsed against the bed, "J'onn, there's blood in her vomit!"

In the corner of her eye, with the world returning to its place on top of spinning top, she saw a green blur come to her side, ordering sternly, "She is bleeding internally, call for the medical team immediately!"

Another wave of nausea slammed into Mika, followed by a second round of fresh puke, something sticky and red spilling from between her lips onto her chest and her lap, a coppery taste tainting her tongue.

Mika turned her head and briefly locked eyes with the woman, her figure going in and out like a flickering light, "Mama, ayúdame, pro favor."

The glass doors thrust open as a blur of blue figures rushed into the room and Mika felt the need to sleep claw at her mind, dragging her under towards the ocean of the unconscious. Her fingers dug into the sand in desperation, crying out within her mind as she fought against her body.

"-in shock!"

"-date her!"

A warm hand suddenly encased her freezing one, jolting her to awareness as her orbs of hazel slammed into ones of soothing amber.

'You're going to be okay. I promise.'

She weakly grasped onto the limb for dear life as foreign ones invaded her space, murmuring tiredly with her mind racing, "No más pruebas, no más."

Waves slammed over her aching form and engulfed her in their freezing hold, pulling her into an abyss of never-ending darkness.