The Gotham Queen

Chapter 15

I quickly walk into the bathroom and turn the hot water all the way on. I jump in the shower and start to wash away all the blood and grim from the night before, giggling at the stinging that the water brings to my wounds.

"Stop it. That tickles, Mr. Water." I taunt and tease at the water that falls from the showerhead before I wash my hair in my strawberry shampoo and conditioner. After I'm done, I hop out and dig through my medical stash. "Can never be too careful."

That's right.

"What do you think I should do?" I ask her as I look up at the mirror, my other yes finally being able to open due to the hot water loosening the muscles. I grab what I need to dress the giant wound on my stomach and start to patch myself up for the day. "I mean, I really want to hurt him. And make it good. I don't want this to be quick or anything."

Well, he loves his reputation and company more than anything. Tear that down, and he's nothing. Take it all away from him like he did to you, then hurt him the way he did you. Make him suffer.

"Well," I tell her as I finish cleaning my wound and wrapping it up tightly, so it doesn't bleed through the bandages. "In order to do this right, I'll have to play along again. But if it hurts him in the end, then it's worth a little more of my time."

I walk into the motel room and put on a matching black lace bra and underwear set. Grabbing my makeup, I sit down on the floor in front of the mirror and start to work on my face. Did he have to bruise my face up so badly?

He fucked up. We can use this to our advantage if we play our cards right.

"Maybe." I comment as I try my hardest to cover the damage, but it's no use. "I knew it'd be hard. The bruise is too dark, and the cuts are too deep. There's no way I'll be able to hide this."

So, don't.

"Whatever. I'll just use my hair." I toss my makeup to the floor and stand up before going over to the bed. "Asshole." I mumble as I dig through the mess that is my clothes. Did Kyle really have to make such a mess of all my stuff?

You're the one who did it. Rampage, remember?

"Oh, right. Whoops." I giggle to myself as I pull out a black skirt and dark purple blouse. I get dressed quickly before going back over to the mirror and fixing my hair, so it rests on the more broken part of my face. I put on my black pumps and grab my things, shoving them into my purse which had been on the floor by the door. "Let's do this."

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When I get to work, I flash my ID through the various security doors before I make it to the lobby. I flash my ID to Aaron Cash, who just smiles brightly at me. My hair must really be doing wonders if he didn't question my face.

Or it could be the fact that you aren't looking at anyone with your head down like that.

"Shut up." I mumble to myself as I make my way down the several halls towards my office. Along the way, whispers follow me everywhere, and I start to think that maybe I haven't hidden my face as good as I thought. Some of my coworkers even go as far as pointing at me, which I hate.

Don't they know pointing is rude?

"Congratulations, Dr. Quinzel." Dr. Smith says, startling the shit out of me before I could respond to the voice. Where the hell did he even come from? I didn't even hear him walk up to me.

"Huh?" I ask him, not entirely sure what the hell I'm being congratulated for. I don't recall doing anything exciting. All I want to focus on today is my sessions with my patients, and Selina is the first one up today from what my planner said when I read it on the way here.