Nightwing's Daughter (Fanfic)

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Nightwing’s Daughter – 11

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By the time I made it to Arkham I was ten minutes late, I rushed through the corridors showing my pass hurriedly to the guard that was by the door guarding the entrance to the ‘redeemable’ cases.

“In a rush darling?” I nodded, I wasn’t meant to discuss the on goings at the graveyard.

“Yeah, got held up at a crime scene.” He held the door open for me, “Dr. Leland is on the other side, she wants to talk to you.” I nodded my appreciation to the guard “Have a good day.”

I walked through the door he held open to indeed find Joan on the other side waiting for me. “Morning Starling, it is unlike you to be late.” I gave her an apologetic look.

“Yes, I’m sorry about that, I got held up at a crime scene.” She raised an eyebrow, I had a feeling she knew exactly what crime scene I was on about. “The Joker escaped Arkham late last night… As I’m sure you can understand the Asylum is in somewhat in a panic trying to get him back, all doctors have been called to a meeting, and because only a couple of people know of your sessions with Aspen, I was not able to say I had to observe a session, as technically this is off record” I gave her a quizzical look, not quiet understanding what she was saying.

“What I am trying to say is that you will not be externally observed during this session with him, if you need to use umm… stricter methods, then you may, just please I ask you not to pull a Harley Quinn.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Me? Pull a ‘Harley Quinn?!’  I liked him, but not in that way, I liked him because he had potential. That and if I could get him on board soon enough, I could get him on our side and he could give me key intel on the Joker’s movements, and I could begin to formulate a plan. I of course didn’t mention any of this to the doctor.

“No, of course, I would never betray your trust like that. I appreciate that you trust me enough to leave us alone, I promise you, I will remain strictly professional.” She smiled happily, obviously relieved, looking down at her watch she told me, “I must go, the meeting is due to start any moment, you will find Aspen already sat in the room waiting. The meeting is three hours long, I don’t know what you’ll do for that amount of time, because that’s double the amount of your last session, but good luck whatever it is.”

She didn’t wait for me to reply, she just dashed off down the carpeted corridor and through the metal door, beyond that point I couldn’t see her, only hear her retreating high heels. I looked down at my own silver heeled boots, I hope I don’t make that much noise on metal surfaces, that could get me into trouble someday… shaking the thought from my mind I knocked on the door that lead to the therapy room.

“Corey? It’s Starling.” The door opened, he was stood there in green, white and orange. His hair fluffed up, his eyes bright. “Morning Mr. Tic-tac. You look happy today.” He leaned against the door frame surveying me, his face dropped slightly, “You don’t… Stressed are we?”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could reply he took my hand and pulled me inside the room. He pulled with such force that when he came to a halt I walked straight into him. Looking across the room I gasped, all troubles forgotten. He’d painted a picture of a scene from the Kite Runner. The one right at the end when Amir runs for the kite, it took my breathe away, “Wow, Aspen… when did you…?” He shook his head, “In my cell. Finished it off just now.” I walked over and picked it up. The detail was amazing, right down to the intricate facial features of Amir; he looked exactly the way I imagined him to be. He walked over and handed me the two books that I had posted to him earlier that week. “They were amazing.” He handed me back the books.