You hated being here, in this..this...place...this...

Hospitals.

It wasn't the needles or surgical tools really, though a bit not much, it was the fact that the whole freaking place was buffet waiting for you to devour it. It was near agonizing not to react, the mummers and whispers of so many...dark and abyss thoughts and secrets many kept to themselves. Of all they had done. Especially those who neared death...the sercets they craved to speak but lacked the energy to do so, only rose the hunger inside. Licking your lips wasn't going to satisfy you at all...so you had to do the next best thing...

Vending Machine.

Well, the one that surived coffee at least. The rest of that..that junk food wasn't going to do it for you, you needed something strong and hard that could wipe the taste away from anyone or anything the mind set its desire on. A nice cup or two of dark, very dark roasted coffee the smell of it was strong enough to put hair a person's chest, for you it settled your cravings. Since their was no chamomile tea around, something Raven insisted you drink to help you, this would have to do. Or a remedy that Black Orchid would make, this stuff was fine.

Cheap, but fine none the less.

Staring into the dark liquid, make your way back to Trish's room. Where you had to be..had to stay. John ordered you too. Trying to exhort his...father power over you. With a threat behind it the look he gave and the words he said. Warning was more like it, to make matter's worse he charged Nightmare Nurse to be your handler or in your eyes babysitter.

None of which you needed, considering you were teen and need none of that. Not to mention of the right age, that John described as 'Having a mouth and no mind'. Something you didn't see, sighing, take a sip of the dark roast liquid. Unfazed by its potent taste, in fact you couldn't help but smile from it a bit. Licking your lips just a bit to get a more of it.

Those whom you passed in the hall, would cast their eyes towards you with a raised brow. It was natural really, as expected, your eyes would slide to them and wink back. They'd quickly turn their head, some would have prickles of pink powder their cheeks. It was hard not to laugh, this glamour charm Zatana gave you worked so well. Stopping for a moment look at your reflection in one of the corner round mirrors. A young woman with chocolate eyes stared back, instead of your normal long white thick, unruly at times hair flowing behind you, it was replaced by dark brown. Is what everyone saw and yourself included unless you put the glamour down. That was would happen only in the presence of John, yourself or back in the house. Oh and with the Titans and Dick, anyone you felt comfortable with. Well, okay most of the time you had it down, only put it up if John told you. So most of the time you didn't need it. But, you enjoyed the gift from Zatana, you wondered how she was doing.

With another sip, you head back to Trish's room. Humming to yourself, reach the room and go in. Trish was still in her...deep coma, a magical barrier surrounded her body keeping it safe. While her soul...remained in the cold..dark and horrid place.

Quietly you enter, Renee remained by her daughter's side, eyes tired from tears she's shed. The poor woman's face was heavy with exhaustion, the bags under her eyes must weigh a ton...or so you believed and felt. What really held your attention, the way Renee held Trish's hand in a way...that you could not really place it. It was tender...loving...warm...the way Renee stroked her daughter's cheek softly...lifted your hand to your own. And touched it lightly. It was not the same...was that a mother's touch? You wondered?

What was a mother's touch? You question, what was a mother's love?

To be touched in such away as Trish...to have such a feeling twist inside you...you couldn't really understand...this feeling...that ached inside...what was it? You weren't bleeding but it felt like it.

From where she stood Nightmare Nurse's eyes studied the Sin Eater...correction Violet. It was hard to believe that girl...was the daughter of John. There seem to little resemblance. Well, she did seem to have his nose and that distant..long distant gaze held in her eyes that yearned for what was taken. Studying further, the girl did have his strong jaw. Other than that, there wasn't much that could make the two of them seem related, but there was no mistaking it, Violet's magical imprint was similar to her father's wavelength...in ways.

Just more..demonic.

To bring a Sin Eater into the world...was…"Coffee?" Nightmare Nurse said. Looking to the cup in your hand.

Renee's attention lifted from her daughter to you, with whatever strength she had welcomed you back with a smile. A tired one, but it was there. "Violet, did you have enough money?"

Her question surprised you, her tone was considerate and soft. Sifting your eyes all around, nod feebly. Filling your mouth with the drink. Walk over to Trish's bed, look down at the girl. Wave a hand over, Nightmare Nurse stood the moment you did it. Earned a grunt from you, seeing you weren't going to do anything. She sat back down.

"You know," Renee broke the silence,"it's still a shock. John having a child."

Your eyes lift to hers. Shrug. "I suppose, umm, yeah. I mean I've gotten use to it." Trail off to the side, mumble something under your breath that rose Nightmare Nurse's attention. "I was surprised, he actually had any friends really."

Renee laughed a bit, you joined for a moment. "Yes, I'm quite sure. John from what Chas told me isn't one to be, well, close to many if any. But, to see you with him, shows some sort of change. After New Castle..."

New Castle, you often wondered about that...a few times you heard it brought up. But John never told you about it, but you felt the heaviness within him...though as delicious as it was, you never acted upon it. Feeling you'd might get sick if you did (but you wanted to for his sake, so he could...be free..). Eventually...hopefully he'd tell you or something. From New Castel...whatever he did, you were created...born.

That was it...despite he affirmation that it wasn't true...stare at your shaking hands. Swallow...whisper...his name...you promised...promised to be with him...to...

To not really ask any questions, but Chas couldn't help it on the plane ride to L.A.. Knowing John told him not to bother, it was hard after finding out your closest friend after so many years tells you they have a child.

Feeling Chas's prying eyes, John sighed. "What?"

Feeling that was the okay, Chas asked. "A daughter...huh?"

Damn it. John cursed. "Yes.."he dragged out. "A daughter, I thought I told you not to talk about that. We've covered it already."

"Not really,"Chas stated. "After all these years, you've had a daughter. I'm just surprised is all, still is, but at the same time.."His tone became lighter and tender, reached over and took out the folded picture of his daughter he placed in John's jacket pocket. Mooning over it. "I'm glad."

John turned with a dropped brow. Chas kept gazing at the picture of his child. "Why?" John asked.

"Because," Chas began, "we both have something that changed our lives. Made them better." John scoffed to the side. Chas chuckled softly. "Yeah, they can be a hand full and temperamental."

"You have no idea," John whispered to the side. With an eye roll.

"But, in the end, we'd do anything for them. I know I would."

Strong words, that gave John a thought. "...If you're trying to make this some sort of bonding moment.."He turned to Chas.

Who's smile didn't deny it. "Just something else we share together, if you think about it. She's a chip off you, you know that right?"

Again John rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, she's far from any of my list of sins and I plan to keep it that way. Despite her pig headiness. I don't bloody don't know where in the world she gets it." Throwing up a hand.

Wanting to say something, Chas kept it to himself and laughed inside. The scowl John made was nearly identical to Violet, it was nearly uncanny. And the way he sounded was...despite her not having an English accent. More American, the wording was there. Despite it all, Chas saw the underlining of the words and John's reasoning for keeping Violet back in London.

"Once this is all over," Chas turned to the window. "I'd love for Trish to meet Violet, I'd think they'd like each other."