Save...you...(A Mama/Batman Crossover Fiction) DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Chapter 2

"Now, I need to make a suggestion and I must insist that you do adhere to it," Commissioner Gordon said, leading them to the interrogation room. It was dark inside, though Gordon had informed them this is where she was being held. "I firmly suggest you take her over to Arkham, Mr. Wayne. For proper psychiatric treatment".

Bruce blanched, a 'no' already twisting up his lips when Alfred interjected.

"Wouldn't a regular psychiatrist be able to help her?" he inquired, peering into the darkened room. "And why in the bloody hell are the lights off?"

"I believe she would endanger yourselves, as well as the psychiatrist, if not looked after properly. I don't feel that on and off sessions would help her in the slightest. Twenty four seven care is what I recommend," he said, eyeing the tinted observation window with nervousness. "The lights are off because she had shown an aversion to them".

"If I may be so bold, when did you become a doctor?" Alfred replied, turning to give Gordon a dubious look.

"I never have. This information is from the doctor that traveled with her. She'd been sedated the whole trip here, ever since stepping foot outside that cabin. For good reason, too,".

"Where are they?" Bruce inquired, wanting to talk to a man who actually had a PhD.

"Right here," an unfamiliar voice called, catching the groups attention. He sat behind them at one of the rusted desks, skimming through stacks of coffee stained papers. Abruptly, he stood, coming to stand next to Bruce, hand out looking for a greeting.

"I'm Dr. Dreyfus and was in charge of the transport and brief examination of Violet," he said, nodding his head in acknowledgment when Bruce did not accept his hand shake.

"How bad is she?" he asked, looking back at the papers on the desk. He couldn't make out the small script from where he stood.

"I've seen nothing like it in all my years. It is very hard to put into words, so I will turn on the lights to show you the physical toll the wilderness has taken on her," he sighed, reaching over and flicking the light switch.

The room looked exactly the same as when Joker had been held here, except the glass had been fixed. He shook the memories from himself, eyes scanning the room. The first thing he saw was a pile of dirty rags beneath the table, the pile bent at an odd angle. But no Violet.

"Where-". But his heart nearly burst through his chest when the rags moved. He peered closer and saw that it was indeed a girl, but the amount of dirt on her skin had her blending in with the hole ridden material. She was not horribly skeletal as he'd imagined, but still very thin for someone her age. A mane of mahogany hair sat atop her head, the resemblance to his own quite striking.

She was crouched low to the ground, curled into herself as if the over head light would burn her if she neared the glow that flooded the floor. Her head whipped from side to side, eyes never lingering on one thing for too long. The longer he looked at her, the less human she seemed to be.

"Her physical and mental growth have been severely stunted, as one would expect in a case such as this. She shows serious aversions to light and human interaction, going as far to attack the officers who brought her in. For lack of a better term, she is animalistic. She has yet to walk upright, or speak..." he said, casting a pitiful gaze at the girl who cowered under the tables metal frame.

"Is Arkham really the best option?" Bruce breathed, placing his hand on the glass.

"I do believe it is. She will require constant supervision and help that can be on call night and day. Arkham is the best place for this. I also hear that they have excellent doctors,".