The light was far too bright for her overly sensitive amber eyes to take in at first. This sent Siv straight into a panic. The pens at Zyn kept the lights unnaturally bright to hinder her enhanced vision.
Zyn.
She was back at Zyn. Her other senses be damned this had to be Zyn.
She could smell the boy, the fact that the scent was too strong did not register. They had to have gotten him as well. A snarl started its way through the back of her throat as her eyes struggled to take in the over abundance of light.
"Awake are you?" A gruff unfamiliar voice sounded followed by the quick sound of movement. Confusion overrode everything as the boy's scent doubled. That voice was not that of her owner. Had she been sold?
"Are you ok?" This voice was more familiar. The boy from last night. His concern startled her, his movement even more so. He wasn't confined? Where was she?
Her growl did ebb away slightly but her eyes remained shut. The light was too much, evidently being made for darkness had it's flaws and not being able to see wasn't helping calm her down.
"Where-" her parched throat died out on her leaving her questioned unfinished.
"Safe," the boy replied, "Are you Ok?"
"The light..." she hissed finally raising an arm to shield her face.
"Oh," a slight delay and then the brightness dimmed enough for her enhanced vision, "that better?"
She twisted to face them slowly, taking in the dull ache that had, a week previous, been broken ribs. They had finally stopped stabbing her just a few days ago.
Terry watched her look around at her new surroundings with obvious suspicion.
"I'm in a box," She said quietly the tone of her voice near breaking his heart.
"You say that like it is something familiar," Bruce interjected.
"I've spent the last few months in a box."
"At Zyn?" Terry asked quickly.
Her eyes narrowed and her aura radiated negative energy to the extreme.
"What can you tell us about Zyn?" Bruce read her quickly, she knew what was happening in the deeper portions of that facility.
She glared daggers at him before rolling onto her side exposing her back to them dismissing their presence quite fully.
Bruce would have none of it and made his way around the chamber to the opposite side, "It is a glass box. What do you know?"
She snarled with feral vigor before pushing herself off of the bed, balancing on the thin mattress in a position poised to flee despite having limited space to flee too.
"Tell us." Bruce insisted infusing steel into his tone.
"Let me go."
"We can't do that."
"Then I can't help you."
"If we agreed to let you go you would tell us?" Terry asked drawing attention to himself. His mentor obviously did not support this proposed agreement.
"Why would I trust you to keep your word?" She growled turning her anger towards the younger version of Gotham's dark knight catching him slightly off guard. He clearly did not have an answer.
"Tell us or stay in the box." Bruce replied instead.
"Didn't you hear me? I am used to the pens. Besides; I escaped from Zyn's, what makes you think you stand a chance."
"You may be good my dear, but believe me, you aren't that good. Now then we will retire and hopefully tomorrow evening you will be more cooperative." Bruce passed his youthful replacement, ushering the boy towards the exit half expecting to feel daggers burned into his back but instead the girl had completely disregarded the duo.