A prison of memories chapter 4.

I'm glad a lot of you like the story-split. If you don't, well, tough. I'm just going to go over who is what and where in this AN, but feel free to skip it if you want. Sorry but this is mostly a filler chapter. And I know you want more Silva stuff, but this is mostly Kal, Conner, and Megan.

Robin-Silva-charged with manslaughter, armed robbery/assault, theft and illegal weaponry-will be in Block A
Artemis-Emily Davis- violent assault-Will be in block A or B
Aqualad/Kaldur – Kal Currie-trespass and vandalism ( shipyard) – Block C or D
M'gann – Megan Moss, minor theft charges – Block D
KF/Wally – West Jones, joyriding and vehicle theft – Block B or C
Conner – Conner Nelson, antisocial behaviour- block D

Good, hope that's recapped you guys. Anyway, onwards.

Whilst West was being unceremoniously dropped off in his cell, Conner, Megan, and Kal were being brought to the C/D block. The building was, to say the least, ugly. Each and every window was covered in iron bars and although Conner wasn't worried about whether or not he could break them, they still gave off the chilling message that 'you will not escape'.

The walls were an unpleasant brown colour and it was clear that an attempt at redecorating had been halted midway as there was peeling wallpaper all over the place. Because Conner, Megan and Kal were not considered very high grade prisoners or dangerous at all, their legs were not cuffed at all and their hands were only cuffed together loosely, with a length of chain in between so that they could still walk normally but that any attempt to punch or attack anyone would be impeded.

The mental link was still up.

Everyone alright? Silva sounded almost anxious, but Megan quickly shook it off as nerves for the mission. This was one of the most important missions they had received so far. I need an update on where everyone is and what's happening. Otherwise we have no hope for the mission.

I'm with Kaldur and Conner, she replied.

I think we're on our way to our cells, Kal chipped in. We've just walked past… a small stone memorial for…Willie Hawson, I think.

Megan flinched slightly. As Kal had said that, she'd felt an extremely strong, concentrated feeling of pain float across the link. Nobody else felt it, apart from, obviously, the person whose emotions it was. She was the central control for the link, and so she could hear everyone, probably a lot more than they meant her to.

A memorial? At a Juvenile Detention Facility? Megan asked, confused. She was also a bit curious as to why Wally hadn't said anything yet. She could sense his presence on the mind-link, but he was clearly holding back. Why would they put a memorial somewhere like this?

Because that's where he died, Miss M, Robin said clearly. Right in the cell opposite.

This simple fact horrified her. She looked across and Kaldur looked a bit queasy, whilst even Conner's near-permanent mask of careful indifference was slipping; he was looking sad.
Someone had died – died in the cell they'd just walked past. And the guard they were walking with them, a tall, stern looking woman whose name tag read 'Mabel', hadn't even spared the memorial or the cell a second glance.

That's awful. Artemis, or Emily, said sombrely. She hadn't spoken yet, but M'gann was fairly sure she was walking with Robin to their higher security cells – she could get a decent reading from the mental signals they were throwing off. Robin/Silva's signal gave off so much anger that it worried her, but she knew better than to ask a Bat if they were ok.

Kal looked up. They were passing a large letter 'C' on the wall, and he was fairly sure that was where he was being dropped off and given a cell. Sure enough, Mabel none-too-gently grabbed him by the collar of his orange jumpsuit and all but dragged him into a cell. Inside the cell, there were two 'beds' with mattresses about two inches thick, each with a small blanket on top. On top of one of the beds sat a surly looking 17-18-year-old girl, with very short black hair and one ear stud.

He stepped into the cell and Mabel shut the door, calling out that she'd be back for them in the morning. The occupant of the bed hopped off lithely and ran up to him. He flinched.

"So, what'd ya get up to to land yourself here?" she asked. Although he knew he was meant to act like Kal Currie, he couldn't help but let some of his politeness through, and he couldn't fake an accent anyway.

"Um, trespass and vandalism. Snuck into the shipyard one night, gave a few boats a surprising new look."

"Gotham Docks?"

"Where else?"

"Which pier? Please tell me it was pier A," she asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact it was. Why?" Suddenly, she threw her head back and laughed. Startled, Kal jumped back slightly.

"My uncle has one of the only boats there."

"Why is that good? Wouldn't you be concerned?" Kal asked. He was confused by the fact that she seemed to be amused by her relative's distress.

"Nah. He's the reason I got put in here. He started to take over the family-but families in Gotham do not welcome newcomers, 'specially if they get all high and mighty. So I might have just decided to, um, rob his house."

She stepped back and sat on her bed on the other side of the cell. Kal looked at her, perplexed, before offering his hand politely.

"I'm Kal," he said. She laughed, and he wondered if he'd done something wrong. Wasn't this how surface people introduced each other? Did he do something wrong? Kal hoped he hadn't offended her at all.

"My, you're a strange one. I've been in and out of Juvie since I was about twelve, and I've seen a lot of weird things, but never someone being polite to me. Thanks, anyway. I'm Maureen, by the way."

Kal nodded to her and went and sat down on the bed. He turned back to the mental link as Maureen started doodling on the walls with a battered stub of a pencil.

Just got into my cell, he said. Immediately, Megan, who was still walking to her cell block with Conner, felt an immense surge of worry flood the mental link. It was so strong that she was forced back slightly and the worry wave overcame her mental barriers, and she was sure the others felt it.

What's your roommate like? Silva snarled into the Link. Megan felt Wally flinch away and felt like doing the same – Silva was not a nice person to be around. I'm sorry, Robin said in a small voice, knowing that he'd intimidated her without meaning to.

It's okay, Robin. My roommate…he paused, discreetly looking over at Maureen. Female, about seventeen or eighteen years old, called Maureen. The moment the name was heard, Silva's mood seemed to perk up slightly.

Short, dark hair? A tattoo of a kite on her shoulder? He asked. Kal looked at her again, and to his amazement could see the tip of a kite shape on her skin above the grey vest top she wore.

How did you know that? Artemis, Megan, Kaldur and Conner spoke at once.

Irrelevant. They all knew that meant 'it's got nothing to do with you and is none of your business ' in bat-speak. Robin had said it whenever someone asked something too personal about him, like how he can do all those acrobatics when even Batman can't, or why he keeps his shades on at all times.

Meh. Sorry about that. And, in Christmas spirit, Ho Ho Ho!

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