My Ginger Maniac

Blue-Eyed Ginger

"What were you thinking??"

I sighed as Jim asked me the same question that he already had for about 20 times in the past 2 days, and I looked up at him and gave him the same answer I had each time.

"To be honest, I wasn't." I thought for a minute, then decided to elaborate. "Look, dad, I know it seems bad, but it's not like he hurt me or anything. He just talked to me. Nothing else." He just shook his head and walked over to me and put his hands down on the table where I was at.

"That's not the point, Reyna. The point is that he could have hurt you, you're just goddamn lucky he didn't." He stated at me for a moment as I fell silent and glared at the table, and then he sighed and his expression softened.

"Just.. Please don't do it again. I just worry." Was all he said before he walked off to the other room, and I watched him go.

I felt bad, for putting all that stress on him. He already hadn't wanted to take me to Arkham, and now I sort of just proved his point, that I was still a child and couldn't really be trusted.

And I tried to tell him that Jerome didn't do anything to me. I hadn't given anything he said a second thought. I tried to convince him that.

But.. Honestly, I couldn't even convince myself that.

What Jerome said HAD gotten to me. About killing Kaya? Just needing the guts to do it?? Maybe it was bravery that he finally killed his mother..

Or maybe it's just my insanity to think along the same lines.

Either way, I couldn't get what Jerome said out of my head.

I got up out of the chair and walked to the bathroom, deciding I needed to clean up and think things over.

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it so my father would know I was taking a shower and not to walk in.  I took off my clothes and then looked at myself in the mirror.  My face looked worn and tired, and my eyes looked completely exhausted.  My hair was a bird's nest, and my makeup was smeared from rubbing my face so much from the long, tiring night camping at Arkham.

I took my hair out of the messy bun it was in and let it fall, watching it drape down to its normal shoulder length.  I used a makeup remover wipe to wash my makeup off, and then I turned the shower on so the water could heat up. 

Once I saw the mirrors in the bathroom start to fog up, I stepped in the shower.

Wha I didn't expect, though, was for the water to be that hot.

I gasped as the water streamed onto my shoulders, burning me, and as I went to reach for the shower handle I slipped and fell.

It was all in a blur, and all I remembered was hearing a bang and suddenly I was on the ground.  The side of my head was stinging a little bit, but it didn't seem like that big of a deal to me.

"Reyna!!" Jim called from outside and knocked on the door, "Are you okay??" He asked, frantically.  I didn't want to worry him so I quickly responded.

"Yeah! I'm fine! Just a little slip!" I said, standing back up.  I felt sore, but that was nothing compared to how my head felt.

I pressed my fingers lightly to the side of my head where the center of the pain seemed to be, and when I pulled my fingers away, the tips of them were covered in blood.

"Dammit.." I murmured, and looked up.  I must've hit my head on the metal shelf where I kept my shampoo and conditioner.  I ran my finger along the edge and sure enough, more blood dripped down my fingers.  I sighed, and started to wash up.  The cut wasn't deep enough for stitches, but it was a pretty significant slice.  Whatever, I've had worse,  I thought,  I'll be fine.

I finished up showering and stepped out, careful not to slip getting out of the shower as much as I had when I got in.

I pulled my hair up into the towel, and used another one to cover myself as I scurried off to my room.

I ran to the mirror in my room since it wasn't fogged up like the ones in the bathroom, and I saw the tiny indent where my cut was, right on the side of my head, just centimeters from my eye.

I sighed and reached my fingers up to softly graze the cut, and I cringed when my fingers landed on it. Knowing Jim had a significant variety of bandages in the bathroom, I dried off, pulled on a blue tank top and some grey sweatpants, sighing as I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun, deciding I'd just dry it with the blow dryer later.

I rushed out of my room and hurried back to the bathroom before my dad could see me and discover my cut. I got out some supplies, all the while thinking of the blue-eyed ginger I'd met a few days before.

The way he tried to push me into the idea of murder- it was like he knew there was someone out there I hated. Someone I just couldn't stand- it was like he knew who Kaya was. I wanted to ask him about it, but I couldn't tell my dad I needed a ride to Gotham, and I couldn't take the car because he uses it almost 24/7 anyways. I needed someone to give me a ride.

Luckily, I knew just the person who would.

I bandaged up my cut and tried to cover the white bandage with my hair, in hope that it covered it, which it did pretty well. But knowing myself, I knew I'd eventually forget and push my hair back, and the bandage would be revealed to my overprotective father.

I stared at myself in the mirror for another minute, thinking through how I would ask for a ride to Arkham. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

I needed to see that ginger again.

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