Chapter 53: Done

"Oh my God..." I groaned, clutching my head in pain. My head throbbed as I attempted to remember what was going on. "What the hell... what just happened?" I asked, oblivious to whatever had been going on.

J'onn moved to the side and let Dinah pass through, which was the first time I had noticed that Dinah was actually in the room, listening, watching, hearing, everything that was going on. Her eyes were wide with what seemed to be fear, but mixed with tears that not even I could no longer understand.

"Wow.." She breathed heavily, her voice high as she attempted to pull herself together. I was not only confused by what seemed to be the ranged emotions floating around everywhere, but also what was going on. Why my head hurt, why I was sitting on a rock, why everyone seemed to be shocked by something I was oblivious to.

"What the hell just happened?" I repeated, looking at Batman, and then to J'onn as he stood taller than before. He cleared his throat and looked at me calmly.

"Your procedure went along nicely. Each memory we take cannot be returned, unless proved otherwise. The headache will surpass in a moment and you'll remember what you're doing here. Get some rest. Please. You'll need it if we are to get more information about... your father."

I swallowed as Dinah helped me up and placed an arm around my torso to help me walk. I was almost paralyzed, and I still couldn't tell if it was fear... or worse.

By the time I reached the end of the hall, I was fine. I remembered what was going on and kept quiet about it. Dinah let me go and I walked like a normal person the rest of the way, and back to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry, Sarah? I'm making snacks for the movie." M'gann spoke quietly as I walked into the kitchen. I looked over at the couch where Wally and Robin were pissing off everyone else as they yelled at the movie screen and threw popcorn as what seemed to be the good guy getting captured by the opposing team.

"Uh, no... I'm fine." I spoke softly, gulping down a whole glass of water. I sighed and watched as M'gann placed a few plates of food I didn't recognize in front of the team. Before M'gann could look back, I was gone.

Maybe I should've been getting some rest, maybe I should've been in Belle Rev. Hell, maybe I already should've been dead. But none of those were my reality, so I went with the next best option.

I stared at myself in the mirror like I'd never seen myself before. I looked so different... but also so... the same...

Same semi-muscular stomach, same belly button ring, same cup size, same pant size. Same blazing blue eyes.

Black hair.

More Sins.

Lost Memories.

Lost Me.

I shrugged and shook off feelings that even I didn't know the meaning of as I walked to a fitness room and, for the first time ever, began with stretching, and ended with the punching bag.

I had no idea what time it was, or even if I could sleep that night, but I knew that the movie had to be over, even with it starting almost as soon as I got to the kitchen after my... procedure.

"It's hard to believe that your still the girl who ruined sixty punching bags in three months when you barely even touch the leather." I heard from behind me. I didn't even need to turn around to see who it was, which was more of a surprise to me seeing that I couldn't remember much lately.

"Doubtful, are we?" I asked, throwing a punch and hitting the bag with little strength. The more I tried, the more I failed. Or at least that's how it seemed to me.

"Not hard to be just looking at you." His words curled around me like a snake, chocking me in the deepest, darkest way. I swerved around, my voice practically plummeting as I recognized how close he was, standing just inches away from me.

"You should really watch your mouth before your exes find out that you only dated them by their cover. Or more likely in your case, cover-up." I spat, glaring up at him. I wasn't in heels, so I felt even shorter as realization kicked in and I noticed that he had grown since the last time I saw him. Two inches seemed like a lot when you were stuck at five-seven.

"It takes one to know one, doesn't it?" He spoke and smirked. I growled underneath my breath.

"And which part relates to me exactly?" I asked, raising a blackened brow.

"Either, or. Beats me since really, you fit the entire bill." I laughed, but it was low and cautious and I stepped back, facing toward the bag and punching it once more. This time, it swung, and I had to step out of the way so it wouldn't hit me.

"Funny you say so, since we didn't exactly date and I don't have a use for cover-up or foundation, let alone actually use it."

"But I bet you wanted a relationship with me, the millionaire playboy who just so happens to be one rank below Bruce Wayne, himself." I rolled my eyes and turned around, facing him and thanking God that he wasn't as close as before.

"One, we only had one actually intimate moment, and that was when I was high on pain killers and you felt bad that I almost died in the middle of a fucking forest, and two, you'd be about fifty ranks below Bruce Wayne, and yes, I can name all fifty. One of them just so happens to be Oliver Queen, your adopted father."

"One intimate moment, Sarah. I can remember multiple. The Valentine's Day mission, for example?"

"There's a fifty-fifty chance in everything, and cameras in a hotel room is one of them."

"That wasn't the only one, no was it?" He was suddenly closer than before, and I was almost paralyzed by his touch - his fingers tracing up and down my bare skin on my sides and back around to the tattoo on my lower back. That's when it all stopped. The touching, the look. The need. I pushed him back fiercely with more anger than I had felt in a while.

"You have no place to touch me, Roy. Sure I may have faked a few intimate moments with you, just to get you off my ass with your suspicious attitude, but that doesn't mean that I like you. And that sure as hell doesn't mean that I'm going to want to do anything with you. I've been gone for two fucking years. Sure, a prison cell isn't fun and sure, I might be bored out of my mind and needing something fun to do. But neither of those things give you the right to suddenly become a sex offender. So get the hell off my ass and find someone else to have fun with, because there's a lot of things that can be fun, and maybe putting a knife through your heart might be one of them."

I was done. Done with Roy, done with fighting, done with punching. I was finally ready to listen. To J'onn, to Batman, to Dinah. I was getting some rest. And preparing myself to take down my father.

And get rid of some terrible memories.