Legend Of The Dark Knight || Gotham

Episode 3 Part 1

I woke up and looked around making think of the first time with Jeremiah.

I was in the clinic but I was thinking of why?

I tried standing up but images of Jeremiah flashed making me fall.

I looked at my outfit and saw I was in a hospital gown.

Where are my clothes?

I looked around and saw them on a nearby table.

I need to put grab them but how?

I tried standing up again but it was no use.

I looked down and examined my body, nothing different.

I need my clothes.

I started to push myself towards the table once I got close enough I grabbed them making them fall to the floor.

I took off the robe and and started to get dressed on the floor.

One of the knive that was attached to my shoes cut the inside of my hand making me retreat it back.

I expectes to yell in pain but nothing happened no blood no nothing.

The cut just closed itself back up.

I looked down at it and i grabbed the knive cutting my hand in the same spot just for it to do the same thing.

"What the fuck," I said.

As I expected to feel confuses I didnt feel anything either.

Did I lose feelings too?

No, I couldnt have, if I did then why did Ivy give it to me?

I leaned against the table and stood up fully making my bones crack.

When I stood up I faced a mirror and saw my eyes were a violet shade not E/C anymore.

I looked closely and saw them change back to normal.

Whatever this is, I dont have time for.

I grabbed my bag until I heared walking from down the hall.

My first instinct was to hide.

So I hid behind a curtain and stood still.

"Where is she Bruce?" Someone said.

Bruce ? Images flashed to me with a boy as a kid and then him leaving me for some girl. Then he came back but he is still with that girl.

What girl?

"She should be asleep the doctors haven't been able to wake her," The other persons voice sounded sad as they spoke.

A man with dirty blonde hair and a tux walked past me along with a boy that had a black jumpsuit on and black hair.

More images passed as I saw the guy with dirty blonde hair hug me and smile at me, take me places as a kid, and take care of me. "Uncle Jim," I heard a small kid voice say in my head.

Maybe he is my uncle ?

"She isnt here?" Jim said.

"Her clothes arnt here either," The boy said.

I crouched down and rolled under the bed before crawling towards the door.

Right as I was about to open the door my knive fall out of my boot and they turn towards me.

"Y/n," Jim says as he trys hugging me.

I use my foot and kick his knee making him fall to the ground as I sat on his chest.

"Who are you?" I asked hearing my voice sound so dead as I stared blankly.

"I'm your uncle...Jim," He said as he stared at me with such confusion.

The images flashed again but I didn't feel happy I didnt feel...

Anything.

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