Where, oh where, is my little Storm at? {Sequel to Riddle me Kat!}

Where, oh where, is my little Storm at? {Sequel to Riddle me Kat!} *Complete!*

Bruce had brought me home after I had been saved by Zsasz and tried to be raped by some of Joker’s henchmen. I had been taken to Arkham Asylum for ‘my own safety.’ I had been home for a couple of days now. All the cuts had disappeared and all the bruising was gone. The only thing that remained was a faint scar of Zsasz’s work. There was a Batman shaped question mark that spread from shoulder to shoulder and the base of my neck to the middle of my back. It would be gone soon, but I could still feel it at night when I’d go to lay down at night. I hardly slept anymore since everything started to happen. I was visited by vivid and very really nightmares that caused me and Alfred to wake up every night from my screams. I completely shut Bruce out, especially since I found out Richard had left for good on account of a fight they had.

For the past few days it had been nothing but interrogations and visits to the hospital and then Arkham. Four days ago I started getting picked up by Commissioner Gordon and taken to the precinct for questioning by Batman. I would just sit there and stare blankly at the glass. I didn’t really talk to anyone much these days. I had built up walls to keep everyone from knowing the truth. From knowing about the attempted rape, the love I had for a maniac, and the need to go back to them. The only people who knew about any of it were Alfred, Jake & Chris, and Gordon. Jake and Chris were my best friends in the whole world; and they were adorably gay. I never talked to anyone and when the press would attack me I imagined them gone. I ended up at Arkham and the hospital so much now a days because I kept having these attacks. Some were panic attacks usually caused after a nightmare, and the others, the doctors said were basically mental break downs. I would occasionally hear a phrase or sound that would remind me of Jonathan, Edward, or anyone else I had previously lived with. My mind would shut down and I would just start shaking. The doctors at Arkham said that it was all caused because of a memory and some sort of mental thing. They told Bruce and Gordon that it was something I’d have to consciously unlock if you will. I just sat there emotionless every time either one of them would try to talk to me about it. After my third or fourth visit the doctors were surprised to see that it was physically affecting my heart. Every time I had an attack it took me a little longer to recover and apparently strained my heart. They said that within the next three attacks I’d have to be put on serious life support. So Bruce and Gordon completely flipped inside out and were constantly worrying about me. I had what they considered my ‘safe people.’ Jake, Chris, and Alf were the only ones who could possibly calm me down and keep me from having attacks of any kind.

I went back to school after the New Year started and the teasing only got worse. I didn’t care and I wore the same clothes that I dressed in when I stayed with Harley and Ivy and the guys. I had been put in all remedial classes, so I shared every class with Chris. The doctors alerted the school and my teachers about my condition and Gordon explained the need for officers on campus. Needless to say, I was living a completely different life now and I did my best to shut everyone out. Every day I secretly hoped that Edward or John would come and take me away; back to live with them. It never happened and I would just get the tiniest bit aggravated with them. After another month like that I just gave up on the hope of them coming to get me. I still wanted to be with them, but I just didn’t try anymore.

I finally thought life had settled down… boy was I wrong. I just opened up another big riddle, and I had no idea what the answer was. I figured 42 just wasn’t going to cut it this time.