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Chapter Thirteen

Q & A and a New Face

It was the morning following Doll be arrested when Gordon came back into the interrogation room to check on her. It was around nine in the morning and he brought with him his breakfast as well as some for Doll. He wasn't sure what Doll had told Batman last night; all he knew is that after he left, he got a call stating that the hospital had received an anonymous donation to assist with The Joker's recovery. He was getting top of the line care. Money really could solve everything.

"He's going to be fine. I just got off the phone with his doctor. He is out of the danger zone and is now just resting and recovering." Gordon told her when he stepped into the room. She was like many other times lying on top of the table.

"Well, that is very good news." She told him as she set up to look at him. She was sporting a large happy grin on her face and her eyes twinkled.

"What happened in here with Batman to get this to happen?" Gordon asked.

"Nuh uh uh... it's me and Batsy's little secret." Doll told him.

"Of course," he sighed. "Well now that The Joker is on the mend; I have some things to discuss with you." He gestured for her to take a seat instead of setting on the table. She listened without complaint and once she was seated, he sat down in the other chair across from her. "I thought we could talk over breakfast." He told her with a small smile. He knew Doll always enjoyed when he brought her food.

He passed her a Styrofoam container that contained pancakes and a few pieces of bacon plus packets of syrup. He also passed her a plastic fork, a bottle of orange juice and a cup of freshly brewed coffee from his favorite coffee shop. He watched in mild amusement as she looked over all the items. He wasn't sure if she thought he had tampered with them or if because she wasn't use to being treated this nicely by others. She didn't say anything as she drowned her pancakes in syrup. She removed the lid on the cup of coffee and sniffed it; her noise scrunching up at the smell. She put the lid back on and scooted the cup away from her and opened the bottle of orange juice instead. Gordon had never found watching someone eat so fascinating before.

"You know I always enjoy our talks Commissioner. So, go on talk away." Doll encouraged him with a wave of her hand. He watched as she stabbed her fork into her pancakes.

"You will be going back to Arkham." Gordon told her watching her closely.

"When?" She asked after a brief pause.

"Tomorrow evening." He answered.

"Hmm... back to the loony bin. I guess I could use a vacation." Doll told him.

"Did you plan to get caught?" Gordon had to ask. He knew she didn't plan on The Joker getting shot but he couldn't help to ask. The last time she was caught she did it on purpose.

"Oh no, not this time. This time was a real win for you and Batman. Congratulations!" She told him.

"The Joker once he is deemed well enough will also go to Arkham." Gordon told her.

"Of course, he will be. Where else would they send the so called 'crazy people'. The land of solitary confinement and drug induced stupors." She told him her voice rising dramatically. "I almost forgot how much fun it was." She told him; her voice laced in sarcasm.

She watched as Gordon looked away with his teeth clenched. She knew that he knew to some extent of how they had treated her during her last visit.

"I can't get you transferred. Nowhere else is willing to take the risk." He told her. Her brows came together in confusion. It seemed like Gordon had already tried to transfer her to another facility.

"Aww, Commissioner you are always looking out for me in some weird way. Do you do this for all the criminals you hunt down or am I just special?" She asked him. He didn't answer. "I'm a tough dolly. I can't handle anything they throw at me in Arkham." She assured him.

"I have no doubt about that." He told her with his lips twitching up into a very small smile as he took a sip from his cup of coffee. "I have another question for you." Gordon drawled out slowly like he was afraid to ask.

"Go on," Doll told with a wave of a hand as she continued to eat.

"I've always wanted to know, have you always lived in Gotham? Are you from here? Is that why you hate it so much?" Gordon asked.

Doll didn't say anything for several long seconds. Gordon knew it was a long shot for her to actually answer. Doll wasn't one to give away any personal information especially anything about her past. Gordon wasn't even sure what her actual age was.

"I've not always lived in Gotham," Doll told him slowly. "I... We lived in New York for a time but that didn't go as planned so back to Gotham we went. Since I've been on my own, I've never quite been able to bring myself to burn it completely to the ground. You and Batsy are just too much fun to let go."

"When you say we...?" Gordon trailed off.

"I mean my other half," Doll said using a finger to tap her forehead. "We use to share the space up here."

"What happened?" He asked pressing his luck. For once Doll was actually giving him information about her past; more than she had ever given anyone.

Doll took a moment to respond and Gordon was sure she was going to shut down and not answer... but she surprised him.

"She betrayed someone that had good connections and when his people found her, well they tortured her... and then she died." She told him. She wasn't looking at him as spoke. She was staring at the wall a little above his right shoulder. "After that it was just little old me. Just a dolly that had to put all the pieces back together and I did. Every citizen in Gotham knows my name... no one remembers her."

"What was her name? Gordon asked. That got Doll's attention zeroed in on him.

"Now, now Gordon don't press your luck. You should feel lucky to know as much as you do. You don't need to know her name." Doll told with an edge to her voice. Since leaving the roof top and being locked up in here she had been calm. She made threats but she had kept her hands to herself. Gordon knew that no matter how much she seemed to like him if it came down to it he couldn't trust that that would keep him safe.

"Sorry, I just feel like you know a lot more about my life than I know about yours." He told her. She shrugged.

"My parents are dead. My other half died which really cured any mental problems I had. I mean it's just little old me up in this brain now." Doll told him with a smile. "I'm not crazy. All these drugs and treatments these so-called doctors try to put me on don't work. Plus, all the so-called diagnoses they give me are ridiculous. They just to try to shove me into a nice little box with a label. They want to wrap me up like a Christmas gift with a tag with all the things wrong with me in nice, neat hand writing. Just because I'm different doesn't mean I'm insane."

"You don't show any remorse for anything you do; for anyone you've killed. You don't even show caution when it comes to your own safety. Until last night I never seen you show any concern for another person." Gordon told her. He watched as Doll tensed up.

"The people in Gotham don't deserve remorse." Doll shot back at him. Her mind played back times that people made fun of Allison at school; calling her odd. No one ever tried to be her friend. She thought of her mother who never lifted a finger to stop the beatings from her father. How teachers never questioned the fact that Allison never wore short sleeves even in the warmer months. One day she would watch Gotham City burn to the ground.

"You love The Joker though." Gordon stated. Doll flinched at the word love.

"Love? No." Doll denied. "None of my... feelings I have for The Joker are love. Fascination, admiration, and maybe even attraction... I'd even accept borderline obsession; but not love." She told him. The word love feeling foreign coming out of her mouth. It made her feel dirty. She wasn't capable of love; she didn't even really believe in it.

"You're going to Arkham because of your feelings for him. You had a chance to escape but you stayed behind for him. You came here without a fight so he could get medical attention." Gordon watched her facial expressions carefully but she kept her face neutral. "And I have no idea what went on in here with Batman but I know you did something. Someone donated money to continue The Joker's treatment; if it wasn't for that he probably wouldn't have made it."

"I won't be gone forever, Gordon. I'm certain that I will find a way out of Arkham. It's not exactly a vacation I wanted but I'm sure I find a way to occupy myself. If I'm lucky some of the doctors will be brave enough to be in the same room as me." She explained to him. "And as far as Batman and I go... well let's just say it's all about what and who you know." A smile was stretched across her face and she let out a short round of giggles as she bounced in her seat. Gordon could only shake his head.

Gordon left her alone not long after that. Doll was bored being trapped in the square room. She tried to keep herself preoccupied. She had walked laps around the room, made faces in the mirror, she attempted to take a nap, and even used the table as a drum for a while. When Gordon finally came back, she was on the table but her top half was hanging upside down off the table. Gordon raised an eyebrow; he didn't see how that could possibly be comfortable or good for her head injuries.

When she heard the door close her eyes popped open and zeroed in on him.

"Finally, it's really boring in here." She told him not moving.

"That can't be comfortable." Gordon commented as he tilted his head a little to the right as she continued to hang off the table upside down.

"I was bored. Feeling the blood rush to my brain helped quiet down my thoughts a bit."

"We can talk some more if you like?" Gordon asked. He watched as she closed her eyes and a let out a little hum; seeming to be thinking it over.

"Is the topic of conversation going to be about me again?" She questioned.

"It doesn't have to be. We can talk about other things." Gordon told her.

Doll opened her eyes and gave him small nod. He watched as she slid down the table until her hands reached the floor before she did a little cartwheel to remove herself from the table. She shook her head and her body shivered as she felt the blood start draining down from her head to the rest of her body.

"Doing that after getting some blows to the head probably isn't a smart idea." Gordon commented as he watched her. When she went to take a step, she faltered a bit and Gordon on instinct grabbed one of her shoulders to keep her steady. He could feel her muscles tense up but he didn't let her go yet. "Are you going to be okay? I can let one of our medical examiners check you out? You haven't had anyone look over your injuries."

Doll shook her head in denial. "I'm fine." She told him. She moved her shoulder from his grip and moved to walk again but once again found herself unsteady.

Gordon without thinking put one arm around her waist to assist her. She didn't complain out loud but he knew she wasn't comfortable with it. He helped her over to one of the chairs and lowed her down into it.

"I going to get someone to look over your injuries. Make sure you're okay. I'll be back. Just stay there and don't try to move." Gordon told her. She didn't say anything; he just heard her sigh in submission. With one last look over his shoulder before he closed the door to make sure she wasn't going to get up; he left to find someone that was willing to go in there to look over her injuries.

It was late in the evening so most of the staff other than the evening shift officers had gone home for the day. But Gordon was able to find one person still in their office that might just be willing to look over Doll's injuries for him.

Edward Nygma was a forensic scientist with the police department but he also would assist the medical examiner when needed. He was an odd character. Always speaking in riddles. He liked challenges. So, Gordon thought he might just be up to being in the same room with Doll; and he was right. Nygma at first was confused why he was asking him to look over her injuries but once Gordon explained that most people that had medical training had already left, he understood.

"Just be careful when talking to her. Don't let her get to you. She can change emotions quickly." Gordon warned him before they went in.

Gordon was happy to see she had listened to him and had stayed seated.

"Doll, this is Mr. Nygma he is going to look over your injuries." Gordon told her.

"Nygma… that's an interesting last name." Doll said as she took in the sight of Mr. Nygma.

He wasn't someone that people would first notice. He was tall and lanky with short brown hair. Large square glasses rested on his face that hide intelligent brown eyes behind them. He wore a nice suit with a grey lab coat over top of it. She watched as he studied her silently.

After a few minutes of no one moving Gordan cleared his throat. Edward shook his head and walked cautiously over to where Doll was setting.

"I'm going to take a look at your injuries and do a few tests. Simple tests. Just check your blood pressure, your reflexes, things like that. Is that okay?" Nygma asked first before he tried anything.

"Be my guest." Doll told him simply.

Her eyes never left his face as his fingers poked and prodded at her injuries. He looked at the cut above her eyebrow first. His touch was gentle as he asked her questions about if she was in pain. He had brought a first aid kit with him so he made sure to disinfect all of her cuts and bandaging the ones that he could. Doll set complete still during it all. Gordon was actually surprised.

The last injury that was looked at was the back of her head. Doll couldn't stop the small flinch that came when he poked her sore scalp. Her head had taken the most blows last night. Between getting thrown into a door by Batman and behind hit in the face and knocked down by a door because of The Joker she was surprised her injuries weren't worse. The show down with Batman early when she made her deal with him didn't help the matter either.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Nygma apologized immediately.

"I've had worse." She told him honestly with a careless shrug. She watched his eyes scan over her old scars before quickly looking away.

"I'm sure. I've followed a lot of your… work." He told her hesitating on the last word.

"Awe are you fan of me?" She teased him. She watched as his cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. "I don't think I've had one of those before."

"Umm... I- I don't know about a fan but I kept up with your work. I've even had the chance to help with some of your… um victims." He told her as he looked over her once more to make sure he hadn't missed anything. He looked up to see her smiling at him with perfectly straight white teeth.

"You… work with dead people?" She asked.

"Sometimes. I'm actually a forensic scientist here so I usually work with the evidence that is collected but I help our medical examiner when needed." He explained to her.

"So, you work behind the scenes to catch the bad guys. Maybe Gordon's not the only competent one around here." She told him her smile still in place.

Nygma interested Doll. She saw great intelligence in him and maybe even a touch of something dark behind those brown eyes.

"Well, thank you. I do my best." He told her.

"I'm sure you do. So, tell me Mr. Nygma… do you have first name or no?" She teased.

"Of course, it's E-..." He didn't get to finish as Gordon cleared his throat from where he stood at the door watching their interactions.

Doll rolled her eyes. She glanced at Gordon before leaning in closer to Nygma and spoke to him in a mock whisper. "I don't think Gordon wants me knowing your first name. That's to bad. I like you Mr. Nygma. I can see you're not the average Gotham citizen… you have a brain."

"Well, th- thank you." His cheeks turning pink again. He gave her a large smile before he started talking again. "Riddle me this," he began. Doll raised one eyebrow as she got ready to listen. "Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight… who is she?"

Doll's grin stretched wide across her face as she listened to Mr. Nygma's riddle.

"Oh, it would be a shame if I didn't know the answer to that riddle. The answer is Doll. But I'll tell you a secret… sometimes I do bite." She told him with a giggle. He let out a small chuckle.

"Okay, okay I think that's enough." Gordon interrupted them again. "Nygma, how is she? Anything we should be worried about?"

"Uhh no, she seems fine. Probably would be a good idea to put some ice on the back of her head. She has a pretty bad knot there; probably wouldn't hurt to put some ice on the swelling under her eye and nose either but otherwise she seems fine." Nygma explained.

"Great, well you can go now. Thanks, for the help." Gordon dismissed him.

"Yeah, I think its past time for me to head home. Goodbye, Gordon… Doll." He gave her an awkward smile and wave before leaving. Doll watched him leave in silence.

"Who knew there were more competent people that work here." Doll commented once it was just the two of them again. "Does he always ask riddles or am I just special?"

"He asks riddles to everyone. I think he has a riddle for every situation up in that brain of his." Gordon told her as he moved to set down at the table with her.

"Sounds like a fun person to be around." Doll told him.

Gordon just shrugged. He liked Edward for the most part; he did his job and was good at it. He knew that a lot of the officers teased and made fun of him because he was socially awkward and always asked riddles instead of just telling people facts.

"Are you hungry? It's almost dinner time." Gordon asked her.

"Think you could bring me a pizza?" Doll questioned. Gordon shook his head in amusement but told her he would get her a pizza.

Gordon delivered her a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and a bottle of Pepsi. He also brought her two cold compresses for her; one for her face and one for the back of her head. He left her alone to eat. Gordon had something he wanted to look into while he still had Doll in his interrogation room. Gordon wanted to know her past. So, with the information that she was from Gotham originally and all the other pieces of information he had collected over the years either from talking to her personally or from her files at Arkham he thought he could piece her past together.

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