Well today is the day where I post the second missing chapter, thus switching the status of this fic to 'completed'.
I take the opportunity to thank all readers and reviewers for sticking with me till the end, it means so much.
Now on with the last chapter :)
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When her soft knocks at the door
didn't get any answer, the young woman decided to let herself in.
Snorting she began rumashing through her backpack looking for that
tiny piece of plastic which, of course, she didn't find. On impulse
she tried the knob and sighed with relief when it turned easily in
her hand.
Noiselessly, she helped herself into
the apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible.If Barbara didn't answer the door
earlier, she might be asleep. No need to startle her with heavy
steps, and even less with the bell.
Making her way through the corridor that ran across the place, she stopped dead in her tracks. A very unlike Barbara's mess greeted her in the kitchen as she passed by it: a kettle, water and what looked like the remains of a cup were scattered on the floor. And has been for quite a few days as it seemed.
Frowning she went further not
liking what she discovered in her path: to say things straight, the
whole place was a mess.
The kitchen was just the beginning; she
discovered half a dozen of empty plates by the table near the couch,
the TV on some reality show that she knew the owner of the place
hated with a passion. Like she did too.
Furthermore, it looked like the
bathroom hadn't been cleaned in weeks, the washer full of clothes,
smelling that particular smell of rotted, stating that it had been
there for at least a week.
Running through all those details in her head, Dinah Lance almost ran towards the last room to explore, Barbara's bedroom.
When she reached it, it was closed. She fumbled with the doorknob, her nervousness turning her gestures to cranky.
As the light from the corridor entered the room, she clasped a hand over her mouth, barely repressing a yell. Flipping the light on, she ran towards the prone form, crouching by her side, a shaking hand coming up to search for a pulse. Relieved to find one, although a weak and uneven one, Dinah took a minute to glace around the room before returning her complete attention towards her mentor.
Barbara Gordon was lying on the floor
by the bed. She lay on her back, facing away from Dinah, her head
slightly turned to her right.
Nearby, her mechanic wheelchair was
turned upside down.
Barbara's hand held securely in
hers, she went on her knees to grab the phone sitting on the
nightstand.
After a couple attempts at dialling
with her left hand with the receiver stuck between her shoulder and
hear, she settled to use her meta powers.
She wasn't supposed to use them for
personal use, but technically, thanks to Bruce Wayne's recent
actions, it wasn't. And besides, if she ended up grounded for this,
it'd only mean her mentor be better, which was more than worth it.
Shaking her head, she forced herself
to control her breathing and focus all her attention on dialling 911
using her telekinesis skills.
Once done, she didn't bother put
the receiver back on its cradle as she went back to Barbara's
side.Grabbing the comforter from the foot of the bed, she draped it
across
her still form.
She had a very bad feeling about this whole mess, not to mention Barbara's condition. Her skin was paler than usual, her lips velvet. Her usually fiery hair, now lull, was plastered at her temples with sweat. Old traces of tears melted with droplets of dried blood at the corner of her mouth. In her right hand, an oxygen mask. As she grazed Barbara's hand to retrieve it, she entered the woman's mind and went back in the past.
Just like at the movie, the scene
unfolded before her eyes.
The Clock Tower late at
night…a heated conversation between Barbara and Bruce over a very
comprehensive Helena. Some pretty nasty words from Bruce advising her
to get a dog if she wanted something to control…then Bruce and
Helena departure without a look back from the brunette to her former
mentor…to the woman who saved her all those years back…
A low guttural moan took her back to the present. Looking down at Barbara, she noticed her eyes open a crack, looking around but not focusing. Then in a flash, they closed again. Sitting cross legged on the floor, she released Barbara's hand to gather her in her arms, crushing her to her chest, whispering comforting words. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks soaking Barbara's hair.
Then she heard a loud bam on the
front door, signalling the arrival of the paramedics. Yelling at the
top of her lungs to indicate her location, she laid Barbara back on
the ground to leave them room to attend to her.
Two paramedics took her place,
kneeling either sides of Barbara.As they plastered ECG magnets
on her chest, they ripped her pyjama top's open exposing her chest.
Dinah gasped in horror: her left side was all bruises, clearly
swollen.
At the questioning look
addressed by one of the paramedic, all Dinah could do was shake her
head, she had no idea what happened to her.
The doctor of the team took out
his cell phone to call the police as the other paramedic was
preparing the gurney. He requested a complete lock up of the place
and the medical examiner. His reason was clear and made Dinah realize
what might have happened in here.
He although advised them to bring the
sheets in search of human fluids. In other words, he suspected
assault and possible rape with violence.
Someone will have to give
explanations soon, and it might not be ones thought.
In no time, they had her under heavy monitoring and off to New Gotham General Hospital.
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That's it, this fic is complete :D