Gotham: Panic Attack

High Society

'Good morning sleepy head!' Smiled a red-haired girl from above me. I opened my eyes and gagged instantly. Some kind of a noxious fume had consumed the room from little lamps that were oozing the foul vapour.
'Don't worry! It may not smell good, though it makes you feel good.' Announced Ivy Pepper with a little, albeit painfully awkward twinge of pride in her voice.

'Where am I?' I ask, trying to get up from a bed and then being struck back down by a hefty pain in my shoulder. 'Shit.' I groan; flopping back onto the pillow.
'You're in a healing place.' Fails-to-comfort Ivy, putting her clammy hand on my forehead.

At this, another girl pushes Pepper out of the way and looks at me with anxiety. She is visibly older than Ivy, and has a little sprig of deadly nightshade behind her left ear. Donna is then swiftly joined by Selina Kyle and that weird blue-haired boy.
With a glance around at my location, it is revealed to me that I'm in the place that was told to be the old residence of detective Jim Gordon: but has now become a kind of zen-garden for street kids.

'I need to get back out on the street. At least let someone know that I'm okay. My brother will be worried!' I say, moving - trying not the thrash - around in the bed.
Selina then speaks up: 'I've been able to stitch up that hole in your shoulder. Donna somehow got the bullet out, and I don't want to know how. You're under a form of anaesthetic - I think. Isn't that right Ivy?' After finishing her monologue she stares at the young Pepper.
'It's called weed.' Grins Ivy.
'Oh.' Says Selina, and instantly gets back to talking to me.

'Marijuana won't help me get out of this place!' I shout at Ivy, and she instantly runs behind a sofa and plants herself at the blue-haired kid's shoulder.
'Cool it, hero.' Laughs the blue-haired guy. 'My name's Cobalt. You'll be out of here in a jiffy!'
'That doesn't help me move either, does it?' I raise my voice again.
'Well, no, but it's kind...?' Replies Cobalt, his crest falling slightly.

'Sod it.' I decide out loud, and then grab a bandage from Ivy's table before getting up and walking through the madly stinging pain from my blessed shoulder. Cobalt and Ivy both look at me with mild disappointment. Selina just sighs, and Donna follows me to escort me out (hopefully).

She swigs a bottle of Jack Daniel's while walking with me, and then puts a metal stick drenched with something that sends awful pain racketing through my veins into my shoulder. It turns out that this was boiled whiskey. 'It's cauterised. You're free to go.' She smiles innocently enough: and then hands me a large handgun.

'Ugh.. thanks?' I reply nervously, before slamming the door behind me. I walk out onto the streets and take in a deep breath of non 'herby' air.