Hey! Sorry for the late upload. In this chapter she refers to "Mum, Dad" just a reminder that her parents are Green Arrow and Black Canary. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Oh Grennie" Joker sighed "You know it's really to bad that your not here, this would be so much better in person. Oh well, I guess if it has to be that way" Joker said and cackled under his breath. After he had finished placing the patches all over my stomach he laughed and then looked at me saying "your lucky puppy."

"And why is that?" I replied "I am hanging in chains from the ceiling of a lunatics basement, my friends are hurt and Im about to be tortured by a clown who has obviously never been to a kids birthday party before. I don't exactly call that lucky"

"No, no, silly puppy. You see, you're the luckiest puppy in the world right now...do you know why?" I keep quiet, my mouth could get me in more trouble than this "ok, ok. I'll tell you. You see, your about to be the first person to try the new device my friends gave me!" he said as though he was offering me a trip to the zoo. Then, without warning he pressed the button on the device, I braced myself to feel like I was struck by lightning...to my surprise it didn't, it felt like I lay on one to the electric fences at my Uncle's farm. Joker noticed the surprise look on my face,

"Oh, don't worry puppy. It just needed a little warming up, we'll get to the good stuff soon" he said and turned the button like a dial and then pressed it again, I felt it more this time, I wanted to pull away as it stung and pricked. From pure instinct I did but my hips burned and I was forced to fall back down to my original position on the chains. He wound up the button and pressed it, every time he did it hurt more, it burned. I cried out in pain, Joker laughed hysterically and just dialed it up further, this one never stopped stinging. It burned, down though the skin, it went a deep purple, tears stung my eyes but I refused to cry. The Joker just laughed even more. I was disgusted by the way he took so much joy out of torturing kids. He went back to the device and turned the dial, I was worried, I wasn't sure how much more I could take but to my surprise it couldn't turn. It was up as high as it would go, Joker stopped laughing and looked down on it in confusion. He tried again but it wouldn't budge.

"Oh Puppy how about one more, just for good luck?" And he pressed it again, the last thing I saw before my eyes went blurry was Mums face, tear stained and angry. I felt the shock come through the patches and then-nothing. My body went numb, my vision went blurry, every noise sound far away. I heard the Joker laugh, it sounded like it came from three rooms away. I saw him rip the patches off my stomach but didn't feel a thing. When he picked me up over his shoulder everything looked like someone had turned on strobe lights. There was one pain though, as Joker clipped me back on the other chains I noticed a sering headache, I closed my eyes to ease the pain-"just until the pain stops" I said to myself but the darkness surrounded me like a blanket and I slipped into a coma.

I heard before I saw, the Joker's laugh, the screams of my friends, the sirens, the beeping, silence, I heard silence loudest of all. I didn't want to open my eyes, the darkness was comforting, opening my eyes would mean facing the nightmare that lay bleeding and bruised next to me. When I finally did open my eyes I didn't see the dark, Omanis basement I thought I would have to face. Instead the room was white, medical machines were scattered around with two chairs opposite the bed I was lying in. I freaked out, I screamed and thrashed. As I did so I multiple bandages on my stomach and that my hips wouldn't move. Two doctors rushed in,

"Please Miss Jamie."

"You'll pull your stitches" they protested I reluctantly calmed down.

"We will get your family" they said and one of them left the room, the other doctor. A short woman of 32 with dark skin and black hair pulled into a bun.

"What happened?" I asked her cautiously

"I could tell you but I believe your friends are waiting to explain" she replied

"Wait, waiting to explain? Weren't we just captured last night?"

"No, Miss Jamie. You were captured two weeks ago. You have been unconscious and on life support"

"Two weeks?" I repeated to myself in my head, I was shocked. I was about to ask her another question when the other doctor walked back in,

"There ready to see you" he said and ushered in two people, my parents. I could tell they have been worried, they both had dark circles under their eyes and they were both sagging with the weight of carrying my two three year old young brothers, Sam and Luke. But unlike my parents Sam and Luke were hyper, they were wriggling and when they saw me they dropped out of my parents arms ran up to me. I tried to sit up so that they could sit with me but my hips wouldn't respond. The doctor I was talking to pressed a button on a remote and my bed tilted me up so I was in a sitting position. Then they jumped in on my bed, one either side of me.

"Jamie!" They squealed with excitement and hugged me

"Hey!" I said back to them, giggling slightly but stopped and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ow, Luke off" I said and Luke jumped off me from where he was leaning on my stomach. He looked disappointed and I held out my arm to him,

"Just don't lean on my stomach, ok?" I said to him and he hugged my shoulder. After a whole lot of hugs from the boys I got a proper look at my parents. Mums blond hair was tangled and her eyes were swollen. Dads eyes were in the same condition, his beard and mustache were in need of a shave.

"Hey Dad" I said and he let a small smile enter his lips,

"Jamie!" He said and came over to me, pulling me into a crushing hug.

"Dad" I said from his hug "we want my ribs to heal" he let go and laughed.

"Mum!" I said and she came up to me and gave me a less squishing hug. I hugged her tighter, remembering the last time I saw her face. We all just sat there, happy that our family is whole again. Then Dad let out a massive sigh, Mum looked up at him, a sad look on her face.

"What?" I asked them, worried.

"Hon, we need to tell you something" Mum said, giving me a therapist look.

"Ok?"

"Jamie, when the Joker toruterd you with the crowbar" Dad continued "he, broke your hip bones pretty bad" I looked at them, waiting, silent. Mum continued talking, they were acting strangely jumpy. "Hon, they put metal plating in your hips and you won't be able to walk for a while" I caught my breath,

"Not-not walk?" I stutterd

"Only for a while. You'll be in a wheelchair and then crutches, learning how to use your hips again" Dad said as a wave of determination washed over me,

"No, I'm fine. I can walk now." I said and pulled my covers off me, reveling me wearing a black sports bra and black sport shorts with a white stripe down the side, leaving my bandages visible. I tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed but they wouldn't move. It's scary, willing your legs to move but they don't. Sighing in defeat I slowly pulled the covers back over my legs and leaned back.

"So, this wheelchair?" I said, looking up at them.

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