Albany's head felt heavy on the pillow. She placed a hand on her head and begged for the pain to subside, even just a little. Her vision was blurred when she first opened her eyes. She fought to keep them open. It was then she felt something cold on her skin. She wiggled her leg a little and heard a noise. She couldn't quite make out what it was. She pulled her leg up to her slowly and moved her hand down to her ankle, something cold was wrapped around it. Her fingers brushed the cold material and came to something smaller attached to it.

A chain.

She tugged on it and it became taught. She pushed herself up and rested her dizzy head against the wall. She tried to pull her leg free, but to no avail. Every moment she made resulted in a small noise coming from the chain. As her eyes cleared she looked down at the shackle. She grabbed the chain and followed it to the end of the bed. She saw the chain disappear under the bed. She lowered her head down and saw it attached to the floor with a number of large sturdy bolts. She slid off of the soft bed and landed on the floor. She inspected the bolts before trying to tug on them. She twisted her hands around them every way she could until her fingers were red raw. She gathered her energy and placed her fingers around the chain, she pulled as hard as she could. Albany flew backwards and crashed into something behind her. She rubbed the back of her head and looked down. A small wooden bed lay in her lap. She picked it up and held it in the palm of her hand. She recognized this bed. She searched her memories to try and place it. She turned her head to see what she had tumbled into. A doll house sat behind her, its contents scatted around it. It wasn't just any doll house, it was her doll house from her childhood. Memories she had tried so hard to lock away flooded her mind in an instant. She looked around the darkened room. Where was she? She pulled herself up against the wall and felt around for a light switch. The wall guided her around the perimeter of the room, the chain shuffling along with her. She finally felt a small switch. She flicked it and used her hands to shield her eye from the sudden blast of light. Once her eyes adjusted she looked around the room.

It was small with little furniture. The bed she awoke in sat in the corner of the room, pushed against the corner. Above it was a small window covered in bars and mesh, there was no way she could climb out of it. Even without the bars and mesh she couldn't fit. The pink doll house lay at the end of it. A table was next to the bed with a single chair, underneath it was a bucket. Everything apart from the bucket was fixed to the ground. "This is..." Albany gasped. "This is...my...my room?"

The door handle rattled.

Albany shot back over to the bed and pulled the covers around her, hoping they could somehow grant her protection.

The door opened with a creak. Heavy footsteps approached the bed. "You're awake."

Albany peaked out from the blanket. Her father stood at the edge of the bed.

"Welcome home," he said with a smile.

Albany smelt the alcohol on his breath. She shuffled back further into the bed. "W-what are you talking about?"

Her father looked around the room with outstretched arms. "What'd ya think? I did a pretty good job recreating your room, didn't I? I told you I would find you. Reunited at last! I bet you missed me, didn't you? You are my daughter, now you're gonna act like it."

Albany waited for him to make the next move before throwing her leg out at him and landing it on his round stomach.

He grunted and regained his balance.

Albany jumped off of the bed and ran to the door. Just before she managed to reach the handle she felt a sharp tug on her leg. She fell face first into the ground. She rolled onto her back and clasped her bleeding ankle tight.

Her father took another step and leaned over Albany. "Isn't your daddy smart." he smiled.

Albany spat in his face.

He sighed as he wiped the saliva from his cheek. "Still the same disobedient girl. After all these years..."

Albany swing a fist at his face.

Her father caught it before it hit him and yanked her up to her feet.

Albany cried at the pain in her arm and let out another when she stood on her ankle.

The man stood up straight. "Looks like I will have to teach you a lesson.

Albany watched him undo his belt and slip it away from his waist.

Albany looked down at the mashed potato and gravy in front of her. Her stomach was begging her to eat it, but she refused. She wasn't going to appreciate anything this man gave her.

"You must be hungry."

She closed her eyes and rubbed her bruised arm. "How did you find me?" she asked quietly.

He let out a soft chuckle. "I was wondering when you were going to ask."

A notebook landed next to the plate.

Albany's eyes wandered over the leather cover. She reached out and opened it up to the first page. Her eyes widened as she flicked through the rest of the pages. "A private investigator?" she muttered under her breath.

"You thought I wouldn't notice you'd ran away?"

Albany held her tongue. She was in enough pain.

"You're my daughter Albany." he placed his hands on her shoulder and squeezed them. "Your mother would want me to look after you."

Albany's fear transformed into anger. But she held back.

"It took him some time to find you. I had no idea where you'd gone. But you didn't have a lot of money so you couldn't have gone too far. He told me you were in this city called Gotham. I thought what on earth was she doing there? But I didn't dwell on your reasoning too much. The fact is he found you." his grip on her shoulders increased. "But just as I was about to come and get you, you moved and disappeared again. So did the investigator." he reached over her and began flicking through the book. "A few months passed without a peep from him. Until one day I received a phone call. You were working in a place called 'Indian Hill'. My baby has gone into medical science. I was so proud." he smirked.

Albany watched his fingers flip the pages.

"He told me he had to stop contacting me so he could follow you without suspicion. Apparently he had built up quite a friendship with you, he had gained your trust. He was going to bring you to me a few days ago. But I haven't heard from him. I heard rumors of a scientist and a patient disappearing from this Indian Hill place. I knew it had to be you. So I searched the streets trying to find you. And here we are." he ruffled her hair. "Good to have you home kid."

Albany's eyes were fixed on the page before her. The name of the investigator was scribbled in black ink on a crisp white page.

Dr Oliver Jones.