Damian and Mar'i Demonfire

Converse

Greetings and Salutations 🖤💣 (Heathers reference, LOVE JD) !  Anyways (enough with the Heathers fangirling), hey!  I'm sorry that it's been SUPER long since my last update!  It's been nearly two months. I've been procrastinating from Wattpad A LOT.  I have no excuses.  Just a new Heathers obsession.

Ughhh.  My head's killing me.  And how in X'hal's name did I get... here?

And where is "here" exactly?

The first thing I register is the fierce, throbbing pain in my head.  I can't concentrate for a few moments, until the headache becomes bearable enough for me to have a few thoughts.  It's not completely gone, just more subdued.

I'm lying down on a cold, stone floor.  I manage to sit up, but I'm prevented from standing up any further from the ground.  My wrists are chained tightly together to an iron ring set in the floor.  I attempt to summon a starbolt to blast the chains away, but no glowing aura surrounds my hands.

Crap.  A few more desperate attempts at a starbolt, and I just end up slightly exhausted with a fiercer headache.  Great.  My powers have failed me.

I take in my surroundings.  I'm confined in a cell.  There's no bars, but not every imprisonment needs them. Grey stone seems to make up both the walls and floor. The room is small, but there's enough space for one person to move around in.  Dark, a tad bit grimy, but I'll live.  A solid, steel door is set against one of the stone walls. It seems to be the only way in and out of this cell.

Well I'm screwed. There's really no way for me to leave this room.

But how did I even get here? Despite all the painful concentration of trying to remember, no memories of a current kidnapping have been conjured into my head. The most recent memory I can recall is reading The Bell Jar on my apartment's sofa last night.

X'hal, all this concentration just worsened my headache.

Then to my surprise, the cell's steel door suddenly opens.

In the doorway, stands the figure of Talia al Ghul.

Damian's mother.  The leader of the League of Assassins.  An expert fighter.  Ex-lover of Grandpa Bruce.  And according to Damian's sullen rants, a heartless bitch.

I've only encountered her twice before, but we've never really talked face to face.

Talia shuts the door closed.  She studies my face.  To my surprise, there's no malice or contempt in her eyes.  Just indifference.  And maybe, I could be mistaken, but a minuscule gleam of curiosity?

I wasn't expecting this look from her.  Being Damian's girlfriend, I would've assumed she hated me for like, I don't know, weakening her son.  But just because Talia isn't glaring at me maliciously, doesn't mean that she likes me either.

"Why can't I remember anything?" is the sentence that slips out of my mouth.  Not knowing how I ended up here is the thought that bothers me the most in this cell.

Talia's cold expression is hardly fazed by my question.

"When my men took you from your apartment in Gotham, you were administered an amnesiac injection in order to erase the memory of your kidnapping. Thus, rendering you unable to recall your way back. And another injection given to you temporarily took away your capability of summoning your alien abilities. Therefore, preventing any escape attempt."

She sounds almost bored from my question. I guess that injection was also the source of my irritating headache.

"Where am I?" is the next question that escapes.