Bright lights shown even behind my eyelids, I knew that if I opened them then I would instantly be blinded. My head pounded, did I go drinking? What happened? I tried to remember last night but I only saw flashes. Flashes of dancing-my prima´s wedding-then of the Joker. He had crashed the party to try and kill the groom. I threw my shoe at him; I made an attempt to laugh before the pain in my head grew. ¨Chingame,¨ I groaned as I turned my head. One of my arms felt like it had a bunch of pricks and needles, probably IVs and other medical machines, so my other arm was lifted to shield my eyes. When did I go to the hospital? If this really was the hospital. Flashes of Dante trying to help me up and protect me as shadows fought in the background. He picked me up, Dante ran outside- along with everyone else-with me in his arms.
Did he bring me here? I opened my eyes, still covering them to help not get blinded. Constant beeping registered to my ears. Slowly sliding my arm down my face, I took in my surroundings. There was a solid wall to my right with a couple of chairs and a table. In the indented corner was a door to what looked like a bathroom. I turned my head directly to my left, not daring to hurt my eyes by glancing straight where the lights were. The classic curtain half covered another door. On the right of the door was a counter and cabinets. My chocolates eyes followed the counter and stopped when they found a figure. He wasn't dressed like a doctor, no white coat or sophisticated clothes. My ears became conscious of the sound of scribbling on paper and the moving of objects.
Then his scribbling stopped as the beeping became faster. I pretended to be asleep before he could turn around. If this was one of Joker's sick henchmen or partners, I had to figure out how to get out safely and not pull out my veins by yanking on the things attached to my arms. A deep chuckle bounced off the walls, "I know you're awake." My breath caught and footsteps closed in. "You can stop pretending, I'm not going to hurt you," his voice sounded familiar. Hesitantly, my eyelids opened and my brown hues landed on a masked face.
"Nightwing?" My voice was barely above a whisper as he laughed. "I came in when I heard you said chingame, wanted to see if you needed me," he grinned his similar grin. With the confusion and pounding in my head, blood flooded into my cheeks as my brain registered what and how he said that remark. His grin disappeared, "Are you ok?"
"I mean...I know I'm cute but I never thought someone would come in and try to do it while I was in a hospital bed." I cursed my smart mouth and the cocky person I am sometimes. The pure confusion on his face was no doubt adorable, even with the mask on. My brain must be really messed up for me to be thinking the way I'm thinking. "What?"
"You said you came in after I said chingame".
"Yes I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed." We both stared at each other. My mind was starting to process things slightly better, "...do you know what chingame means?" A plain no escaped his lips and a small smirk forced itself onto mine. I hated my dirty mind but I adored the idea that his was innocent in that moment. Seeing that I was most likely not going to continue he coughed, "Well anyways, you're in a safe place. Joker injected some type of serum into your system and Batman is conducting test as we speak to make sure that there's nothing wrong with you. I'll be here taking care of any procedures and observations. If you need anything, press the button like any regular hospital and Robin or I will come help you. Ok?"
Processing was slow like internet explorer but he was patient. "This isn't a regular hospital, huh?" No regular hospital would have Batman working your blood test and his sidekicks being nurses. Black hair swayed with his shaking head, "You're in one of our many 'bat caves' but no need to worry, you are safe as well as your family and friends." Question after question bombarded my already pounding head. How did I get here? What happened to Dante? To Natasha or my family? What was the thing they were testing for in my blood? When did I change into a sleeveless nightgown thing? The man took the hint of my expression being lost in thought and walked back to the papers he was writing on. I tuned in on the sound the few words he wrote made and the rustle of the papers as he picked them up. The clicking of his combat boots bounced off the silent walls as he made his way to the door. ¨Call if you need anything.¨ his grin was soothing for some reason as I nodded. With a turn, the door slides to the left then back to the right as he exits. The beeping of the monitors surround me once more. There's no tv, I have no idea where my phone was, and the only thing in reach were wires, the bedside table, and a notepad with a pen. Time could not go slower.
Translations:
chingame-fuck me
