The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 16

*previously*

  I felt myself being pulled towards someone else, in the other direction. I could smell the chemicals on him, as he had on some army-like armour. I took a deep breath in as they shoved me into the van. I could hear Scarecrow's wispy voice yell out to his men,

  "Knock her out,"

  I shook my head and tried to push them away, but I felt a sharp pain in my arm. Next thing I knew, I was blacking out, yet again...

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⚠️MENTIONS OF TORTURE/DEATH⚠️
AHEAD

____________1st Person POV____________

   Pain. Torture. Fear. Horror. Terror.

  I felt everything.

They didn't care if they broke me, hurt me, killed me. They didn't care. Of course they wouldn't care, their JOB was to hurt people.

  "Tell me, Miss Wayne, does it hurt? Does it make you feel...scared? Full of fear?"

That was what he always asked. After every session of torturing me, sticking and poking needles in me. That was the question he always asked.

  I don't know how long I've been here, in a dirty, cold cell. Has it been minutes? Hours? Days? Months? I couldn't tell.

  It feels like I've been here for an eternity; crying, screaming, yelling, breaking. I didn't seem to notice my yelling after the 5th test.

  Test...

  The needles seemed painful at first, but I grew use to the pains. I never grew use to the chemicals in the needles though. Every drop, every little injection ached and pained me. It felt like venom in my vains; burning, stinging, and piercing.

  I couldn't seem to stand it anymore. My body ached with the essence of the mixtures. I wished and hoped the next shot would kill me. I wished that his evil, paining liquids would finally put me out of the pain.

  "So, Miss Wayne, does it hurt? Does it make you feel scared? Full of fear?"

  "The only fear I have is being forced to stare at your disgusting, rotting face for the rest of my lif-"

  I felt a slight warm pain in my cheek as I knew I just got slapped. It was a normal thing he did to me, since I back talked him all the time. He didn't appreciate my comments, but every now and then his men might chuckle.

  "You only answer what I ask."

  I didn't answer. I never answered after some conflicts. He sighed and sat down in his designated chair.

  I hung my head low as my wrist ache, from being chained to the wall for hours. I could feel the blood seeping down my arms, and staining my shirt.

  This seemed to be my daily life; no family. Nothing.

  "You know," he stood up, "If you answer my questions, then you'd help me out with fixing you," I could practically hear him smirk, as I shook my head. I had no more tears to cry, so my eyes just burned with pain.

  "How the hell do I need to be fixed?" I retorted as he chuckled.

  "You see, you need to realize your true self. The fearless, brave daughter of Talia Al Ghul," My eyes widened at that name. This was the first time he's mentioned it.

  So she's in on this?

  I was surprised. I knew she wanted her daughter to be strong and healthy, but here I am. But maybe she isn't in on this...