When I woke up I was in a hospital bed, not even one in the cave, an actual hospital. I looked around to find Damian in a chair near the bed, handcuffed to it.
"What the hell? What am I doing here?" I asked as I a sat up.
"Apparently I gave you a concussion. Only a minor one but police thought this was necessary if I were to stay here." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"So why are you here?" I asked unsure of why he would want to be here.
"I felt bad." What? "Not for hurting Tim, just for hurting you."
"You're a dick, you know that right? I hate Tim but even I feel bad for almost breaking his nose earlier." I paused. "Why are you like this? How did the League make you this way?"
"Brutal training, no childhood. That's just my guess. You're violent too, why? You said you were gonna kill me." His calm nature gets to me. How can he be so calm right now.
"I was." For some reason he smiled. "What is there to smile about?"
"Somehow I think you understand me. You just don't want to believe it." He stood up, dropping the handcuffs to the floor. "I'll get you a drink."
"I don't understand you! You're a messed up psychopath!" I yelled out to him just after he left.
"Yet you still said you like me!" He countered back almost laughing.
"I take it back! You're a freak!" I yelled back giggling.
I laid back down just as a doctor entered the room. As he got closer he uncovered his face to reveal a rather scarred one. His mouth was all stitched up. I had a bad feeling about this. He approached the drip they had attached to me with some sort of liquid in a syringe.
"Nothing personal kid." A robotic sounding voice remarked as he went to fill the drip with it. I shot up, kicking him away.
"What's in that?" He smiled holding up empty hands. I felt the small amount of pain in my arm and looked down at it. Oh shit...
"Don't you mean what was in that?" The robotic voice he had said again. "Nothing toxic, that wouldn't contribute to her plans at all. When she heard you were in a hospital it was the perfect opportunity. You're welcome."