The tunnels were exceptionally dangerous tonight. Men with guns patrolled almost every section, moving the band of homeless Aurora usually stayed the night with, out towards the entrances, out into the elements; she refused to go with them. Being too close to the trains meant people, and people meant danger. She never liked being with a group anyway. She was always forced to defend them when assholes tried to beat on them or steal what little they did have. Caring for them had gotten her beaten too many times to count.

Right now she was pressed against a tunnel wall, holding her breath as several men made their way passed her, talking in low voices about the police commissioner. When their footsteps were soft enough for her to relax, Aurora breathed out in relief. She went the opposite way, which she knew led deeper under the city. The smell of the sewers was strong and stank of garbage, but she was used to it by now. The further she went into the tunnels, the stronger the smell became. She stepped into the intersection of another tunnel and was suddenly hit with fresh air, the sound of rushing water, and the loud banging of construction.

She held her breath for a moment, standing completely out in the open and staring at the large navy blue, and yellow tarp, crudely put together and bolted to the ceiling and the floor. A flap was pulled back at the top, probably for filtering air, and her fingers itched to pull her up over it to see what was hidden behind it- but something told her she knew exactly what she had found; the hideout of the men that had been shoving the homeless out of the tunnels. Just walk away, she thought to herself. "Get someone," she whispered harshly.

She rolled her eyes, got down onto her hands and knees and carefully slid underneath the tarp. Water seeped through the knees of her pants as she went, and made the ground beneath her hands almost unbearable to her nose, but she needed to know for certain what she had stumbled upon. If men were down here hiding, they had food and clean water and more than enough to share. Her stomach started to rumble as she fantasized about standing up on the other side of the tarp and seeing a mountain of stolen food; no doubt from houses in the surrounding area above ground. She ignored the uneasy feeling rising up in her core and slid a bit farther, stopping to make sure she didn't pop out and get herself killed.

There were several pairs of worn leather boots spread randomly in front of her. The pair closest to her were bent at the toes- whoever was wearing them was squatting. Between them she saw the hair of man lying on the ground. His head moved slightly as if he were disoriented. The sound of the water crashing beside her was noisy but it didn't drown out the strange sound of a voice. It was low and calm, yet powerful and ferocious, and the sound of it reverberated off of the walls and her shivering spine.

"Why are you here?"

A pair of boots kicked the man lying on the ground. Aurora flinched. "Answer him!"

"I was asking you."

And then he was on top of her, his eyes wild with rage. She felt her mouth open as if she were screaming, but not a sound came out of her. Steam poured from his mask as he breathed, and the weight of him was crushing her. And then the mask was gone, and it was her father she saw.

"You panicked." Bane's voice came out of his mouth. He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She bit down, tearing through his tongue easily. As blood poured from the stump in his mouth, he laughed maniacally. She tried to spit the tongue from her mouth but it wriggled down into her throat and blocked her airway.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shoved him but he didn't budge. Maverick was on top of her, his twisted fingers caressing her face, and her father's laugh still booming from his bleeding mouth. "You'll be in Arkham for the rest of your fucking life, slut!"

He rammed himself inside of her.

Aurora awoke trembling, her mouth clenched shut and her hands balled to fists at her sides. Her tongue was sore; she must have bitten it in her sleep. She slid from beneath her covers, shivering as the air touched the sweat spots on her scrubs. She stood up and stretched her arms up above her head.

The rehabilitation room was empty; the guards let go of Aurora's arms, allowing her a few moments of peace as she sat down on the chair closest to her. Slowly the empty chairs around her began to fill up with the therapy group members; the seat directly across from her claimed by none other than the man in the mask. He towered over everyone else in the group, and the unease of that fact filled the circle as soon as the guards locking him down, moved away.

"I hear you have a personal detail now," spoke Mr. Pulley, eager as always to know what was happening with her. "I hear you ripped that doctors fingers off."

"Clearly you shouldn't believe everything you hear."

The voice was soft and gentle, emancipating from someone standing just behind Aurora's chair. The smell of wild flowers came back to her, and a shy grin and soft eyes. Aurora turned in her seat to see a young woman standing behind her, glaring in Pulley's direction. Her eyes looked down. They were dark, seemingly black, but Aurora knew they were blue. She had grown up with those eyes. She'd watched those eyes brim with tears when Gregory went on his rampages. She'd seen those eyes light up when it was time for school during the week because they were finally permitted to be away from him and his madness. After school she'd watch that light die as soon as they stepped off of the bus in front of the asylum where they had to wait for him to be done with work. And she'd missed those eyes when they left with her older sister, Annalise, as she traveled far away from home for college.

"You," Aurora stood up, her hands dangling by her sides, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

She almost smiled at the thought of her sister hearing that she had finally been found after 12 years and coming to see her, to hug her, to kiss her and tell her that everything was finally going to be ok for them. It was there on her lips, waiting to spread; and then Aurora took in her appearance.

Annalise stood quietly, her hands resting sternly on her hips, her raven black hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, in burgundy scrubs. She was a nurse; head nurse by the looks of the white lab coat she was wearing. Aurora took a step back, her mouth closing.

"You," returned Annalise, her voice full of aggravation. "Look, I'm just here to take the bandages off your face." She glared hard at Aurora, motioning halfheartedly towards Aurora's wraps. She turned her back and began walking towards the other side of the room where two chairs were set up facing each other. Aurora followed, her mouth remaining closed, her hands beginning to ball into fists.

"I can't believe you," said Annalise as soon as Aurora sat down in front of her. The delicacy of her fingers didn't match the tone of her voice as she began to peel away the medical tape from Aurora's left cheek. "You know, I thought finally seeing you after all this time would make things ok, but it doesn't."

"What do you mean?" Aurora tried to look up at her sister, but Annalise roughly moved her face so she could get a better angle while removing the bandage.

"I mean what you did to dad."

It was silent for a moment. Aurora pushed her sisters' fingers from her face and stared up at her.

"You work for him."

"Aurora, dad is not perfect, I never said he was. But he's trying to help you! He's trying to be there for you, and to forgive you."

"He broke your collarbone with a frying pan."

Annalise grabbed Aurora's face again, turning it to where she needed it, and returned to removing the bandage.

"He's trying his best." She continued, ignoring Aurora's words. "After everything that's happened, after everything you did to him-"

"I did to him?!"

"- he's still trying to give you another chance!" her voice rose higher, blocking out Aurora's question. "You spit lies about him to mom and to his coworkers and his boss and even the media!"

"I didn't lie!"

Annalise ripped away the rest of the bandage, no longer trying to be gentle. "Yes, you did!"

Aurora went to stand up, to be on equal ground, but Annalise grabbed her shoulders and forced her back down into the chair.

"No!" she yelled, uncaring that the staff and the patients in the room now had her undivided attention. "What you did to dad was wrong! You tried to ruin him! It wasn't bad enough that he lost mom! You had to steal everything from him!" Her eyes burned holes into Aurora's, the pure disdain for her clear to see.

"He raped me!"

Aurora's plead went unanswered as Annalise moved to the other side and began to twist and pull at the medical tape, making it clear that she was ready to be done with her sister.

"You destroyed him!"

"He destroyed us!"

The sound of the tape ripping away from Aurora's skin was almost a slap in the face. The skin on her right cheek stung after Annalise blessed her with an actual slap that was hard enough to turn her head down towards the floor.

"What he did to us-" she spoke slowly, speaking more to herself than to her older sister.

Aurora stared at the carpet, refusing the tears in her eyes the satisfaction of falling. Her sister was gone; brainwashed just like the others. The sister that protected her as much as she possibly could, the one who held her at night and sung her lullabies because the idea of falling asleep alone was too terrifying, had become another one of Gregory Donovan's loyal followers. Her hands curled into tight fists.

Annalise grabbed her face and forced her to look up into her eyes. "What you did to him is unforgivable. And what you did to Dr. Maverick?- I can barely look at you right now." She paused for a moment, calming herself with a few breaths. "You are dead to me."

Aurora stared hard at her, her eyebrows cinched hard together, staring into her eyes- looking from one to the other, searching for what little remnants were left of her.

"I hope you know they're sending you to Arkham as soon as they get the paperwork finished."

Nothing; there was nothing left of her at all. She was long gone. Aurora had known for a long time that she would never see her sister again after she left to go to her fancy school.

"I hope you rot there."

The anger in Aurora's face left as the words coming from her sister's mouth- so close she could feel her breath on her skin- sunk in. Her face held no expression; there was no slight curl to her lips, no crinkle in her eyebrows, no twitch in her eye, and no tears to be seen. No, there would be no more tears.

Annalise let her go, an uneasy feeling beginning to build in her stomach. She snatched a mirror off of a table behind her and held it up to Aurora's face. "You have a bit of scarring, but everything looks great." She tossed the mirror back onto the table and leaned down into Aurora's eye line- eyes that still hadn't moved. "This is a plain alcohol pad." She held it up and gently wiped down Aurora's cheeks, pressing only where she had ripped off the bandage and hadn't gotten all of the tape film off of her skin. "If you have any questions, ask your floor nurse."

Aurora stood from her seat as Annalise tossed the alcohol pad into the trashcan. She turned her back on her and returned to the group- whom upon her arrival, fell into an awkward silence.

"Ms. Donovan," spoke the therapist quietly, trying his hardest to avoid making things more uncomfortable for anyone in the group.

"Fuck off."