My Ginger Maniac

Late Night At Arkham (Cont.)

"We're here to see a visitor."

Jim spoke to the lady behind the glass through the tiny holes poked through it. She barely even looked up at him as he flashed his police badge and sounded the buzzer, letting him and I through the door.

He had made me leave my overnight bag in Harvey's car, because there was no doubt that if I left it in here it would be either stolen or rummaged through.

I followed him swiftly through the door, with Harvey right behind me, keeping me safe.

Jim stopped walking at one point and looked at Harvey.

"Wait here with her. Make sure she doesn't go anywhere else. I'll call if I need backup." Harvey nodded and ruffled my hair, probably just doing it because he knows it annoys me. I leaned away and quickly went to fix it, and then sat down at one of the tables, seeming that the room was empty and hopefully it would stay that way.

So I waited, for about fifteen minutes before anything actually significant happened. Those fifteen minutes were spent reading my favorite book and sneaking glances around the prison. And then, after those fifteen minutes past, there were audible shouts from the direction Jim went in, calling for back up.

Harvey barely even bat an eye before rushing off in the direction Jim's shouts were coming from, not even glancing at me. I hadn't planned on running off, I planned on sitting there.

Until a bell rang. One you'd hear in a high school, except.. we were, you know, in a prison.

Then I saw them, one by one, each cell member file into the room I was reading my book at. Not wanting to be in anyone's way, I got up and walked over to the other side of the room and decided to just lean against the wall and continue reading, waiting for my dad and his partner to come back to bring me away from this room.

I read about another five pages, and for those next ten minutes, I was reading. I was concentrated entirely on my book, fully involved in it. That was all until I saw him. With his ginger hair pushed back in a small wave over his head, with his god damn so perfect blue eyes flickering up to glance at me every so often, while he talked to his other inmates. it didn't seem like he was talking about me, he seemed to be carrying on his constant conversation, with side glances at me, looking me up and down, as if studying me; examining me.

I tried to get past it, tried to read through it. But I couldn't. I felt like those blue eyes were opening my mind, leaving me feeling.. Exposed, sort of. I'll admit, it freaked me out.

I closed the book and tossed it to the side, letting it land on a table no one was sitting at. I wasn't worried much about it being stolen- I had at least two other copies.

I crossed my arms and stared down the blue-eyed ginger who seemed to be examining me, and the next time he looked at me, his eyes met mine, and we were locked in a gaze for at least a full minute before he broke it first. He said something to the men he was sitting with, and in an instant they all got up and dispersed to another table, leaving him sitting alone. He then looked at me, and stared at me, giving me a look that said,
'Come here.'

So, curiosity getting the best of me, I obliged. I looked all around to make sure Harvey and/or Jim weren't back yet, so they couldn't see me, and once I was positive they were still out of sight and eat shot, I turned my head back to the boy and walked over, sitting at the table he was at.

"Why do you keep staring at me." I said, letting it be more of an angry statement than an innocent question.

He smirked a little.

"You're certainly something to stare at." He said, in a low voice, with those blue eyes still fixed on me. Something about him made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and goosebumps form all over my skin. He looked past my shoulder to the book I had dropped on the table.