I woke up the next morning in a surprisingly good mood. There was no screaming from the others. My kittens were feed and happy and so was I.
I laid there quietly as the kittens were sprawled all around me. I only moved when I heard the guards come in. I walked to the back of the cell as they placed my new clothes in. I quickly stripped down not caring who could see, wanting nothing more than to get clean.
I closed my eyes as the cold water rushed over my body. I could hear the guard's inappropriate noises and comments but I ignored them. I was not going to let them ruin my good mood.
My eyes shot open and my heart almost burst out of my chest at the sudden, loud banging that scared the shit out of me.
I followed the sound of the continues banging to see the guards were now looking at the sores of the noise. I turned the shower odd and wrapped myself in a towel. Once I was covered I stood on my bed so I could see over the wall of guards.
J was standing there punching and head butting the glass wildly. He looked so angry, like the rabid St. Bernard from that movie I watched when I was a kid. He did not even seem to notice the blood dripping down his face and hands. I watched as the guards watched him freak out.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" I yelled at them.
"I'm not going in there." One of the guards said to another.
"Who gives a fuck let the fucker kill himself." Another said.
I quickly pulled on my clean clothes.
"What the fuck is he doing?" I asked Ivy.
"Getting their attention." She answered.
"What?" I asked her confused.
"He didn't like them looking at his girl." She told me.
"What? Who?" I said as I thought about what she said.
"Wait me? I'm not his girl." I told her.
"Does he know that?" She asked.
"Enough!" I yelled as I slammed my first on my own glass.
Everyone turned and looked to me. Even J stopped to look at me.
"How about you stop pissing us off and go get out food." I yelled at the guards.
They huffed and rolled their eyes but left the floor to hopefully get everyone's food.
"What the hell is your problem?" I asked him but he did not answer.
"Do you enjoy hurting yourself?" I asked him.
Again he did not answer me. Instead he smiled and wiped the blood from his face.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I mumbled to myself as I turned away from him.
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Suicide Squad: His Queens
FanfictionMartha Wayne is not exactly the perfect daughter that Bruce was hoping for. Her life had been one big downward spiral ever since he mother walked out on them. Then there was the incident that fully changed her life. She feels like her life is over...
