Dr. Whistler announced when I first got into the room that they had something they would like to try out. It was an experimental surgery that might be able to reverse my condition from within my brain. My stomach knotted and reknotted itself. It was time. Everything they were talking about in the meal hall.

"I know you must be nervous, but there is really nothing to worry about." She assured me. "It is an invasive surgery, but you don't have to worry about a thing."

"No. I refuse. No surgery." My breathing started picking up.

"Harmony, this is a good thing." She smiled at me.

"I thought you were supposed to help me!" I stood. "No, no surgery!"

"Please sit down, Harmony." She frowned.

"No surgery!" I didn't sit. "No surgery!"

"Let's talk about this, Harmony."

"I'm eighteen, you can't do this. You don't have m-my consent."

"We don't need your consent, Harmony."

I stopped.

"Now, if you will sit, we can discuss what this surgery will entail. It will take place tomorrow afternoon, and you will be fully awake for the entire thing." She said quickly.

"If you make me go through this, I will hurt you." I choked on my words. I was shaking and I couldn't breathe. They couldn't. They didn't have consent, that was how it worked. They couldn't do anything to my body without my consent, no means no and stop means stop. "I will make you stop."

"Threatening me will get you nowhere except in more therapy. Do you really think that violence is the answer?" She didn't look fazed. Why should she? We were in shackles when we entered her room. She had nothing to fear.

"No surgery!"

"Harmony this will help!" She was beginning to lose her patience with me. "Now sit down and listen to me."

"I don't want to. You don't have anything nice to say, so shut up." I paused as all fear drained from my body. She couldn't hurt me. None of them could. I was invincible. My skin was impenetrable. My fears seemed silly now.

"Harmony?" She stared at me.

"You can't hurt me." I smiled whimsically. "I won't let you. And if I have to, I'll hurt you first."

My time was over soon after that. Time seemed to pass so much more quickly when I was having a panic attack.

Zsasz was led in and I was taken out. He stared at me and started to sweat. I smiled at him. He looked shaken. I wondered what my face looked like. It couldn't be that scary. I was just feeling much better about my situation.

I passed by the man with the eyepatch. What was his name again? Had he even told me? He smiled at me as he walked by. I smiled back.

I hadn't even been in my room long enough for them to close the door before the fire alarm went off. The guard cussed and asked me to step forward to put my shackles back on. I shrugged, what the hell did I care. I offered him my arms. Before I was tied up again, a grey, blue-clad bullet knocked him to the ground.

"Harm!" Rex grinned up at me. "Crazies are comin' to life! Oh. Meet Grundy!"

A big, sickly-grey, hulking thing approached us.

"Pleased to meet you!" I offered my hand.

He grunted and shook it. Not one for words, but he was built like a brick shit house. I was okay with that.

"We're outta here!" Rex hooted. "Your boyfriend is waitin' for us outside!"

I was shocked. He was doing it? Damian was really doing it?

"C'mon!" Rex laughed as he started running. "Mum'll have dinner ready for us when we get home! You can drag your boy-thing along too!"

Grundy pounded along after him, shaking the walls. I ran after them, jumping over things that fell because Grundy knocked someone or something over. He was unstoppable. He looked like he had a knife in his back or something. Maybe twenty. I wasn't looking.

Was he really waiting for me? I bet it was a trick. I would have bet everything I had before I lost Dad and Wally that it was a trick. And if it wasn't, then it didn't matter. Why should he care? Why should I? He let me get locked up in the first place. Why should it matter that he was trying to help me get out?