At first my vision was blurry. Then I
began to make out shapes; a bright light from above me, the ceiling,
it seemed to be made out of smooth stone. Suddenly my thought's were
interrupted by a kind and some what caring voice, "I believe
she's coming around, sir."
I must have been on a lot of
medication at the time because my broken arm, which was now wrapped
neatly in a cast, was completely numb as well as most of my left side
from my waist up. I sat up and instantly regretted it. My head felt
like it was going to explode. It fell into my hand as I gritted my
teeth, trying to hold back the pain, to bury it deep inside.
When
I finally looked up I saw that two people were in the room with me;
One was the owner of the kind voice, an elderly man dressed in a
white shirt and black pants, his sleeves were rolled up as he worked
on the other man. I tried to see around the first man but all I could
make out of the second person was a mask... "Batman?... I
thought... I thought Suicide would have killed you..." I
mumbled weakly, too weak to realize the irony of what I had just
said, as I turned and swung my legs off to the side of the bed. Then,
as my legs became visible and my vision finally cleared, I saw that
my thigh-length boots were on the floor next to me and that my entire
right leg was wrapped in bandage from my ankle to my knee. The
bandage was bloody and I spent a split second wondering how my leg
had gotten hurt before looking up once more. There was a half, if you
could call it a smile on Batman's face as he looked past me through
the mask. I shrugged off his expression as my head fell to my hand
once more.
"Where am I?... What happened?.." I asked
aloud. The questions had been rhetorical to anyone but myself mainly
because I hadn't realized that I had spoke.
"The medical
wing in the Bat-Cave..." Batman said weakly as he stood up,
"You saved my life..." With that he walked out the door and
was gone.
I stood, ignoring both the pounding in my head and the
objections from the elderly man behind me as I followed the 'Caped
Crusader' into the Bat-Cave. I walked up behind Batman then grabbed
onto a table next to him for support as I became suddenly dizzy and
my head-ache became worse. "What do you mean 'saved your life'?
I'm the one who was going to kill you in the first place... but
Sui-" My head reeled and pounded sharply as I said her name again.
"What happened?" I asked, once again holding my head.
Batman turned to me, for some reason I hadn't realized that he had been top-less this whole time; only wearing him mask and pants. "That's what I meant," He said in that deep, somewhat eerie, voice. "She would have killed me if you hadn't stopped her...
He went on to explain then after my arm had been broken I went out in blind rage and attacked Suicide. She fought me off but was shocked at my reaction "You being a head-hunter and all..." In the end I eventually caused her to retreat. Immediately after she had left I passed out. Those word hit me hard... 'You being a head-hunter and all' what had he meant? Sure we went after bounties for a profit and his disgust was reasonable but it was the strange way he said it that hit me. I quickly shrugged the feeling off, my band of head-hunters are trained to show as little emotion as possible.
It took me a few minutes to process what he had told me then I looked up to him, "But why don't I remember? Any of it?" I asked my face expressionless but my eyes glistened with so many emotions it shocked even me to feel them.
Sorry that this one is so confusiing but if you read my profile it explains that I write my stories really late at night. excuse me! I need some rest! Zzzzzzzzzzzzz!
