Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or any DC Comics characters.
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"Honest to God, he came in with Whesker and she went Psycho on his ass."
"Why'd she do it?"
"The chick was knocked up. Mr. Hero kicked her in the gut and killed the kid."
"Ooh, tough break."
"Yeah, no kidding."
Becca hated gossip. She hated it when people spread rumors and talked about other people's personal lives. True, she'd indulged in a tiny bit of gossip here and there, but most of the time it made her sick. It made her feel even worse when it was about her.
"Jesus Christ, do these people have nothing better to talk about," Becca growled as she passed two female inmates she didn't know by name. As soon as she walked by they stopped talking, but their eyes were following her and as soon as she passed them they started talking again.
"Who's the baby daddy?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Becca gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to turn around and kick them in the face. She ignored them and kept walking.
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Jonathan hadn't believed any of the rumors; most rumors were false so he never paid any attention to them.
If she'd been pregnant—he cringed—she would've told him. She wouldn't have kept something like that from him.
He was an expert in reading body language, however, and the minute she walked into the cafeteria he knew it was true; she'd been pregnant—another cringe.
Why didn't she tell me?
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A/N: really lame chapter, I know {hangs head in shame} the next chapter will be longer, I promise.