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I might be using ASL gloss for this. Gloss is the written form of sign language. You will find it confusing. I am just going to stick to the rule all caps and ignore the sentence structure for this.
Abigail
Damian insisted that I stay home due to a run in with Scarecrow a few nights ago. The images that were left… most people are scared of spiders, sharks, ect. Not me. I saw him. And him forcing me to kill everyone I cared about. I was starting to come back around. Daniel was out of town with Rose for the rest of the month. Damian knew what I saw, I only told him and Jason.
January, and there is about 2 feet of snow outside, but snow doesn't stop our family from patrolling. Dick was in Bludhaven, Tim was patrolling in the outskirts of the city. Jason, I was not entirely sure what part of the city he was in, but I wasn't too worried. Steph and Cass are out of the country. Duke was helping at the docks. Damian was patrolling the main city, while I was stuck with Alfred and Bruce in the manor, Alfred got sick last week so he is currently bedridden. I was waiting for Daniel's daily call. He calls to make sure I am alright. I love him for that because it also lets me know he is ok. He panicked when I couldn't call because of the Scarecrow gas, but Damian explained the situation to him and eventually calmed down. Both Damian and Daniel agreed in I needed to take it easy for a while. I understand their concern, but I was starting to get "cabin fever" Tim called it. I am not sure what that means. All I know is that I wanted to get something done. I was seeing what medical equipment I needed when I got a call.
"Danile!"
The voice wasn't Daniel though it was Bruce. "Library, come"
Odd, I had never spent any time alone with Bruce. Out of the family he was the only person who intimated me. Well to be honest only three people have really intimidated/ scared me, him, Slade, and Bruce. I went down to the library, confused. I was only in a baggy pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt (I stole it from Jason), as the manor was warm. The fire was blazing, heat washed over me. He was standing there in front of the fire, a bottle in his hand, staring at the flames.
Jason
I was patrolling in the worse part of the city, where your gang lords hang out. It was cold, there is a blizzard coming in tonight, the winds are already picking up. I decided that three in the morning was fine for tonight to stay out. I started to head home when I saw a curled body of a girl in an alley. In Crime Alley, the literal definition of my turf. I approached her cautiously not knowing if she was alive. It was a young girl, in a torn T-shirt and baggy sweats pants. No shoes, no coat, nothing to keep her warm. Her left arm was at an odd angle, and so was her right leg. Blood encircled the snow around her, and there was a trail of blood leading into the alley. She crawled here. She had long dark hair, it looked like a streak of white was there, but it could just be snow. She was shivering, so I placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped and looked at me. It was Abby. Her deep blue eyes were bloodshot.
"H-he-help" she muttered. I was stunned. She wasn't supposed to be out tonight, but even if she did go patrolling why wasn't she in her uniform? She was bleeding from her head, and probably had hypothermia. After a moment of shock, I came back to my senses.
I took my jacket off, wrapping her in it, then I picked up her, she groaned and tried to curl into my chest. Leaving her right leg at an odd angle, I started to make my way to my car. Thank goodness I decided to use my car tonight, and it was only a block over.
"Shh, hold on kid. I've got ya."
I ran as fast as I could without slipping and further injuring Abby. Once we got to the car, I carefully placed her in the backseat, buckling her in the best I could. Once I got to the driver's seat, she whimpered.
"Shh, Abby. Jay's got you."
"H-hurt."
"How bad? Do you need to go the hospital?" I know I should just take her there anyways, but something told me she didn't want that. Besides, the pubic didn't know about her. She has no legal record. Bruce never got around to doing it, or he's just ignoring her existence.
She tried to shake her head but winced. Instead, she snapped her fingers, to grab my attention. –NO HOSP— she signed. I frowned, but this isn't the time to argue.
"Do want to go to the manor? Have Alfred fix you up?"
Her blue eyes went wide in terror. –NO. NO. NO. MANOR NO—
Something is wrong. I looked into her eyes; she sent a silent message. 'Something bad happened at the manor. That's how I got hurt.'
"Ok, I will take you to my home. I need to know, is the danger still at the manor?" She couldn't seem to understand my question. "Abby, what happened?"
-MANOR. B. LOCKET—
I frowned. B meant Bruce/ Batman. Did Bruce do this to her? Why would he? Locket? I looked where her locket should be. The locket was a gift from Dean and David. She didn't know how they got it, but they etched something in the locket for her. Her locket was missing, no it was torn from her neck! The 'A' impression could be seen on her skin. Jason, she needs you! Figure out what happened later. She could die! My conscious (aka mental Alfred) slapped me back to reality.
"Ok. Kid we're going to my place." I didn't wait to see her response. I drove like a maniac.
Thank goodness no one was out, or else I am sure we would have been killed. I parked in front of my house, unlocked the front door, and disabled the security alarm. I wasn't going to do that with her in my arms. I ran back and picked up Abigail. "Kid why are you still conscious?" I know I should be glad she is awake, but I would prefer her to be passed out when I start working on her. Once we're inside I see that her eyes are glazed. Not necessarily good. I closed the door with my foot and locked the door with my knee. I didn't need anyone trying to break in while I was fixing Abby up.
I took her to my guest room, where I keep my medical supplies on hand. I placed her on the twin bed. "Sorry kid, I need to take off the jacket so I can help you." She didn't seem to hear me. That is extremely bad, especially for her. She depends on her hearing. I took off my helmet and tossed it to the side, then I took my jacket off her.
In the light I saw the extent of her injuries, which were terrible. Left arm and right leg were broken, possibly some fingers as well. Left wrist sprained, possibly broken. Frostbite on fingers, toes, nose, and ears. The indentation where her locket was torn from her neck. Hand shaped bruising across her body, including her neck. Someone tried to strangle her. Cut on her forehead, and something glass was imbedded in the side of head. Hypothermia, possible infection, concussion. Those were all the injuries with her clothes on. Blood was also coming from… NO! NO! NO! WHAT THE F#$&!
The next few hours were a blur. How I managed to patch her up without trying to find who did this to her, I have no idea. As much as I hated it, I did a rape kit on her. I knew it was crucial that I did to catch who did this. It doesn't mean it should have been me to do it. When it came to… photographing her injuries, I used an old camera that spits out the physical photo. I wasn't risking these pictures being uploaded to the web. She didn't complain once, she was completely docile. That also disturbed me. Was she drugged? If so, why was it only working now?
Once I finished everything physical, she was asleep. I placed a heating pad on her then I just sat in the corner. Thinking about what happened. I shut my eyes, and let my mind go into detective mode.
What do I know for a fact?
I found Abigail in Crime Alley. She crawled there. Weather she was conscious of where she was is unclear.
She wasn't on patrol when this happened.
Something happened at the manor.
Bruce is involved.
Her locket is missing. Find the locket, find the absolute location.
She was… abused and assaulted.
When I looked at the clock it read 10 am. I found her ruffly at 3am. It has been over seven hours snice the assault happened. Should I let the family know? No. Whatever happened was at the manor. I need to know who was involved other than Bruce. How am I supposed to weed them out when Abby needs me?
Suddenly my phone rang. The caller's I.D. read 'Demon Spawn 1'. I answered.
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
