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

Chapter 4

*UNEDITED. FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT SPELLING ERRORS AND THE LIKE. HOPE YOU ENJOY*

“Can you tell me your name?” the doctor asked, stooping to get a better look at the girl. Everyone watched attentively, straining their ears to hear the smallest sound. Their doors may have been see through but they were by no means sound proof. 

“No,” was the snarled response. The girl sounded rabid, feral. It made the hairs on the back of Nigmas neck stand up straight. 

“Do you know your name?” the doctor asked, speaking in sickly sweet, high pitched tone as if speaking to a small child.  

“Yes,” she bit out, and Ivy would have given anything to see her expressions. Harley was partway cowering behind the wall, blonde hair shimmering in the over head lights. 

“Your name is Violet, isn’t it?” the doctor asked, flipping through a few pages on his clipboard. He was met with silence. “Alright, well how about we get you cleaned up?”

Still, nothing. Crane had his typical calculating expression in place, eyes flicking from the girl to the doctor and back again. 

It was at this moment that two burlier guards entered the room, one cracking his beefy knuckles before he was in Violet’s line of sight. Ivy didn’t like the look in the mans eyes. It held a certain...hunger...she’d seen too many times before. His lips twisted up sinisterly as he spotted the growling newbie, revealing a set of yellowing teeth. He briefly reached up to scratch at his crooked nose, leaving trails of red marks. It looked like it had been broken more often than it had been set back into place. 

“Hey!” Ivy hissed, smacking a hand against the glass. The man started, then narrowed his eyes at the red head, throwing a sneer her way. “You touch her and I’ll kill you.”

The guard laughed, elbowing his nervous counterpart in the side. 

“From inside that cell sugar? I’d like to see you try,” he mocked, turning his back on her before she could retort. 

“Let’s go!” he boomed, startling the doctor up into a standing position. He shook slightly as he hastily unlocked the cell, typing the code in my jittery fingers. The burly guards encroached into the small space, the smaller nurses hanging back, looking as if they’d bolt for the doors at the first sign of resistance. 

Violet began to shriek, the sound of the bed hitting the floor emitting a horrendous bang. 

“Come here!” the guard spat, and in the next moments he was dragging the girl from the cell by her hair, her small hands clawing at his wrists. Ivy and Nigma gasped as the girl came into view. She was horrendously filthy and the clothes she wore were, well, they weren’t really clothes at all. Rags would be more fitting. 

“Bryson, you’re not supposed to handle the patients like-” the doctor began, only to be cut short when the bigger man threw him a glare. 

“You’re not gonna tell, are you?” he said, tone implying what would happen if he did. 

The doctor didn’t retort, instead, he took up examining the toes of his dress shoes. Ivy was livid, and Harley backed up and out of sight, knowing that things weren’t going to be pretty. But there really wasn’t much the rogue could do to the guard from behind the glass. 

“You lay one hand on her and I’ll maim you, you low-life son of a bitch! Do you hear me!? As soon as I get out of here you’re a dead man!” she hissed, lurching forward. 

“You mean like this?” Bryson gave a sharp tug on Violets hair, the girl squealing as her scalp was set aflame. He laughed once, before hauling Violet out of the wing and into the hallway, the nurses slinking out behind him.

The others had to resort to placing their hands over their ears as Ivy had a fit, spewing out words a sailor would have been ashamed to utter. Harley felt bad for Violet, worried about what was going on at that moment. She looked like she was just a kid. 

“Pamela, calm down before you shatter my eardrums,” Crane said, feeling the first effects of a headache coming on. She turned her burning emerald eyes onto him, flipping him off, before continuing her scream fest. The ex-psychiatrist sighed, plopping down onto his bed. 

Suddenly, a blaring alarm ripped through the air, the red lights at both ends of the wing beginning to flash. That was a signal for help among the guards, or if an inmate was causing a disturbance. All minds immediately gravitated towards Violet. Could she have done something...

They waited, straining, listening as the heavy steps of guards rushed passed, accompanied by an anxious shout or two. Finally, after a good fifteen minutes, the wing doors burst open, a young woman flying down the short hall, hair billowing out behind her. Realizing she was boxed in the girl began to panic, whipping back and forth between the rogues, before settling her gaze onto Ivy. 

Her eyes were a strange color, a mix between blue and black, like the sky just after sun set. She was pale, but not unerringly so. She was petite, the way she hunched forward not helping the matter of her height.

“Violet?” Ivy asked, and the girl jumped like she’d been shocked, just as she’d done earlier that day. 

“I’ll kill you!” Bryson roared, charging through the doors. His white orderlies uniform was now stained with blotches of red, a trial of crimson streaming from his nose. Three scratch marks ran along the left side of his face, looking raw and horribly painful. 

Violet paled, freezing in place as the large man charged toward her. 

The lights flickered once before going out. 

The red warning bulbs stilled flashed, bathing the hall in red every few seconds. It was hard to see what was going on, the prying eyes of Violets cell mates failing to adjust. No sounds came from the small girl nor the man as time dragged on. No guards came. 

There was only the red light, eerie in its incessant flashing. 

When the overhead, fluorescent lights finally came back on, no one could ever have been prepared for what they saw.