It came as a surprise to her that he had been awoken by the GCPD. Her kidnapper also happened to be the person who saved her life.
Kaitou Kid, or Kuroba Kaito, had left a note and a gift for them to find. Apparently, KID had logically thought that it would be best to hide away in Gotham from Superman. And it had worked well enough for him. But he was gone when she had woken up, and she could tell that someone was lying in the bed beside her.
She was going to kill him for this.
She remembered the countless times that he had fallen asleep in her hospital room. That he would sleep in her bed or in the room where she did her would be times that he pretended to be her teacher and wanted to give her some lessons.
She physically slept in the same bed as a criminal. And she knew that she could not say anything about it. People would think the worst of her, as would other detectives and all of law enforcement.
She intended to...
That thief needed to leave her alone. Of all the places in the world, he had to go to Gotham and somehow find her there.
The room was currently being inspected by the GCPD, and she could hear someone talking to Nakamori on their phone. She could hear his voice as clear as day. And it was as painful to hear as it had always was giving her a migraine and several unpleasant memories and flashbacks that she did not want to recall.
It would be best that she see a therapist to deal with emotions and trauma. She knew that she did not want to be that kind of person who was destroyed on the inside and the outside. But what kind of therapist would believe everything that she would tell them without freaking out or believing that she was insane?
And was she insane?
For a long time, she thought she was things that she had been through, and she just brushed them off as if they never happened. She had no choice but to do it because she didn't have time to stop or she would she had nearly died many times. She did not have time to count how many times she had nearly died or been threatened, injured, or many other things.
The police in Japan were much simpler to deal with. They worked fast and listened to her. no matter who she was at the time. They kept asking her questions, and stupid ones at that.
But before she knew it, she was back in the manor and felt more trapped than ever.
She knew that she was running away from her problems the moment that she got on that plane. But she had no family there. Her family was dead, and there was little that she could do about that.
She had nearly finished writing her dad's book. She had just had to finish the last chapter, and that would be the end of it. She saved it and then sent it.
"That would be the end of it," she thought.
She sat on the side of the bed for a moment and started to breathe.
And then she could feel that she was about to have another panic attack.
The sense of danger that she had just narrowly missed had hit her, and given the unknown and unpredictable nature of the place, she was making it worse. She had no idea how they would behave or did not know their nature, and all she knew was that it would be dangerous and cause mayhem.
She feared that she would die and wondered what she could lose. Her parents would want her to live and live the full life she desired a life that she had to live.
She could feel her heart rapidly beating. But this was something to which she had grown accustomed.
She could see that her hands were starting to tremble.
Her vision was starting to get blurry, and she could hardly breathe. She was starting to hyperventilate. She had felt much worse physical pain than this before. But this was something that she could not control or simply fix.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
She had not realised that she had fallen to the floor, and now she was sitting on the ground with someone talking to her.
It was hazy, and she could still not see clearly enough.
"Breathe"
"Breathe"
"Breathe"
He spoke to her calmly as he was doing his best to talk her out of a panic attack. Her vision was starting to come back. But she still could not see how many fingers he was holding up.
"You are having a panic attack."
He said calmly and placed a hand on her shoulder, attempting to calm her down as he knelt down to be at her level.
But he had surprised her with how quickly and quietly he had done so, making her panic even more.
"Shin...ichi," he said to her as he talked to her with his voice trembling.
He said her name because it was the first time he had ever said her voice and had forced himself to. as if he had come to a realisation and something had finally dropped. like the truth was revealed and reality had a hit. She'd seen many similar reactions before when she'd revealed and uncovered the truth in a 's reactions and how they deal with them were something she could never fully control, but they could control themselves. Never try to predict how someone will react; simply be prepared for how they might.
"Shinichi"
"Shinichi"
He repeated it several times, growing more confident with each repetition.
And then he put his other hand on her shoulder.
"It is going to be ok."
"You are going to be ok."
She did not realise it at the time, but he was helping her stand up and then helping her still get back on the bed.
"Good"
"That's good"
He had said that to her.
She was starting to breathe normally now. And she was starting to focus again. She was starting to calm down, and her vision was starting to come back.
The first thing that she could see were his blue eyes. She could see his blue eyes from the beginning, and that was the thing she tried to focus on because they looked familiar.
"Now"
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked again.
She shakes her head to try and clear her vision, as she still has double vision. But it was still much clearer. She had calmed down, and her breathing was almost back to normal. All she could see clearly were his blue eyes.
"I think I am going to be ok," she said steadily.
He then rose from her and began to pace the room.
"You should have something to drink," he said.
And then it stopped.
"I'll get Alfred. "
Alfred was not in the manor at the time.
"I will get you some water to drink."
He said this as he exited the room, leaving her alone in the room to be alone and calm down.
Her vision had come back enough to let her know who had been talking to her. She had seen him on TV before. He looked the same. But he sounded—or rather, talked—in a different way from what she had seen before. His past was different. It was as if he were a different kind of person than he had been portrayed.
She had just met Bruce Wayne.
