Em's P.O.V. Of course, did I already point out that this book would be in her P.O.V. Unless otherwise stated? Well that's how it is.
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I woke up to the sound of flapping wings and water rushing around. My eyes opened to the dim lights if the cave. Well, they weren't normally dim, but I guess Bruce left them dim so light didn't assault my eyes once I woke up. I vaguely remembered the dream I had had last night, and chills ran up my spine. It was really weird, like insanely weird. Remind me not to tell Bruce about it, or else I'll be in Arkham for sure, and not to put a villain away this time.
I yawned and sat up, looking around to see if anyone was down here with me. The cave was empty, so I sighed. Guess I'd be down here for who knows how much longer. I let out a groan once I remembered why I was even in here. I just had to go insane and attack Bruce and Dick. Another, much smaller sigh escaped my lips. I'd apologize to them later. I started to rationalize what I would do to get Luce back.
The people who kidnapped her probably changed her out of my clothes, and I wasn't sure if Bruce saved the location she had been at. I hit my head against the bars behind me, a loud groan escaping my lips, again. I was making a lot of sounds today.
"You awake?" Damian's voice came from the stairs, making me turn and look. He was walking towards me, something that almost resembled a smile on his face.
"Yep! Can you let me outta here?" I called, turning around to face him. He shook his head.
"Dad told me not to. He'll be home in a few minutes though. I'm here to keep you company." He said, then sat down in front of me.
"Thank you, Damian..." I spoke quietly, suddenly nervous. I was scared that this was a joke, and he's going to go back to hating me.
"So, I might have overreacted... Just a tad." He said, and I looked up at him wide-eyed.
"You overreacted? I killed your granddad! I kind of deserved you hating me, and I'm not sure why you're even forgiving me now." I exclaimed, but he only smiled gently at me.
"Ra's didn't deserve to live. He was the cause of so many problems, and eventually I would have done it myself. Thank you, for saving me the mental scarring." He said, and it seemed as if he were joking with me. I guess he learned humor and whatever from Tim. Doesn't really surprise me.
"He did deserve it." My voice went dark and I found myself glaring at the computer screen behind Damian. I took a deep breath, looking back at him. "Anyways! How have you been?" I asked.
He didn't seemed fazed by my mind going everywhere ten times. "I've been great, actually. How have you been?" He got a daydreamy smile on his face, so I knew he wouldn't hear me.
"It feels like I'm going insane." I said quietly, and to my horror, he looked at me confused.
"What do you mean?" He asked, and I looked down.
"My head hurts, and I've been seeing and hearing things that can't possibly be real. I'm not sure if this conversation is actually happening. Every time I think or hear something about everything, my head goes in twenty different directions, and I just want to laugh and cry, and hurt something or someone all at once, but I don't want to do anything but sit in silence and not hurt anyone or anything. I can't seem to agree with myself ever.... I'm falling apart at the seams and the only person that knows how to sew me back together is kidnapped and every time I think about going to help her, my mind goes animal, and I want to kill or hurt everything and everyone that stands in my way, but I don't want to hurt or kill anyone. I'm.... I'm so scared about what's happening, Damian." I said, and it felt good to let everything out, but I was still scared that Bruce would send me to Arkham.
