his precious Queen

11

"She's a good woman." Bruce Mumbled. My mind, only registering his voice. My Legs, feel like it was Weighed down and my Hands feel like they where bound.

My temples Ache and throb. My Throat, burns.

"She was just a victim of the jokers Twisted mind."

I wanted to argue. The joker was someone that had Questionable morals. If that. But he was someone that had stuck by me. Helped me. And never once judged me.

I felt unstoppable with him by my side.

I flick my eyes open. The lights Too bright around me. I'm in a Metal room. My limbs tied Together with rope.

I jerk forward. It was hard to piece my foggy mind together. To see the missing pieces.

My Back Teeth Grind together, as I narrow my eyes.

"Your awake." Bruce Smiles. And in the corner. Emily stands, hands Wrapped around her Arms. And David, stands beside her.

"What are you doing here?"

"We are trying to help you." Emily's eyes Gloss over. And her lips, shine.

"No you don't want to help me. You never did." I said. My lungs Burn, as my Hands. How ever tightly Restrained Shook.

No matter the training I was put through. This was something I was Warned about. Showing the enemies my weakness. Showing them the deepest Parts of my Soul.

"I do." She defended. "That's all I have ever wanted." The one thing I hated about one's eyes. I close my eyes. I wanted to believe her. But I couldn't.

"Tell me Emily." I opened my eyes. Willed them to mask the pain I felt. The ache of the past catching up on me.

"Did you really Not see the abuse Mark put me through? Where you really that blind to poorly covered Bruises, to me refusing to eat. To my Muscle turning into bones." I tilted my head forward. She may not have forced mark to do anything. May not have partake in anything he did. But she didn't stop him. Didn't ask questions.

"I -."

"Yes or no Emily."

"No. Yes." She shook her head. "I don't know."

I pursed my lips. "You choose what you wanted to see." I said. "The joker may be crazy but he doesn't Fool around. He shows who he really is. even if it hurts the people around him and he isn't fucking sorry about it either."

"Melody you don't know what your talking about." David defended.

He looks Tired. Even more then Emily. And for once I Suck in a breath. I take a moment.

"But I do."

"Where is mark." Bruce, finally interjected. And I find a smile, slowly creeping on my face. As I glance up.

"And you think I know where he is?" I raised a brow. "I'm not In the habit of knowing where my Abuser is."

"But you know where the joker is."

I flick my eyes over to Bruce. "He hit me yes, but I just so happened to be Screaming his name when he did it." I leaned forward. "Daddy, daddy, daddy." I mock.

"So you lied?" He leans on the thick metal table, his arms crossing over one another. "About all the information you gave me and the GCPD." He said.

"What information?" I tilted my head. My lips Twisting into a smile.

"You know what information melody, do not play dumb." He leaned forward. "It doesn't look good on you."

I sighed. "I should he offended Bruce."