What A Monster

Chapter 3. Uncivilized

When the Justice League had finally gotten ahold of the little girl who they'd been chasing after, all while dealing with other crimes committed or nearly committed, it'd been two months with only three encounters. Unfortunately, she had been passing through Metropolis and been spotted with her newest caretaker. She was taken down swiftly this time, knocked out and taken to an unknown location.

When Britta came to, she cuffed to a chair, in front of a table, with some type of mirror in front of her. She glanced down to the muzzle over her mouth, no doubt they thought she could control anyone with her words, and that was partially true, but... She stares blankly at the mirror, at herself, for however long.

Realizing that her hearing wasn't catching onto anything as of yet, she figured they pulled out many stops to ensure that she wouldn't escape. The cuffs seemed to be made with the purpose of holding the one wearing them, binding power and ability. She'd seen such cuffs used on the metahumans that appeared around, wreaking havoc and such. Not that they had an effect on her, metahumans were human once, but she, without a doubt, was not.

Britta forced a look of wonder and fear on her face. She played the part of a scared but curious little girl far too well, and even if this didn't tug at the heroes' heartstrings from beyond the two-way glass, she was fine with making them uncomfortable with her imprisonment. However long it may last.

Forcing a flinch when the door across the room slid open, and Black Canary was the one who stepped in. The blond woman seemed a bit put off when she made eye contact with the shivering child but kept her resolve if the way she squared her shoulders meant anything.

"Hello, " the woman spoke, her tone light with a slight metal to it, most probably to help herself with the whole handcuffed child thing, "my name is Black Canary, and my associates and I have been meaning to speak with you."

The woman moved to the metal table and sat herself down. Britta watching all the while, fear in her body language, but laughter in her mind. Humans, she thought, so quick to underestimate a child. In honesty, she couldn't understand such weakness, newborn snakes, so small and fragile-looking, we're much more lethal than the adults. And as a hero, the woman should know not to take such a tone with an individual who had successfully evaded them and was suspected of various criminal activities.

So, Britta decided to have a bit of fun, speaking in her ever so shaky English, she acted as any child who had been caught in the wrong. Like a pitiful little lamb.

"D-din't means to, " she cried her beloved crocodile tears, "just, w-want family!" She stuttered and huffed as she cried, attempting to raise her hands only to realize that she couldn't because her hands were quite literally tied, cuffed and chained to the table. For this, she began to wail louder and wasn't at all surprised when the woman attempted to comfort her. Trying to shush her while requesting for a glass of water, but she was smart enough to keep her distance still. It was all very fun, and as she calmed and sipped her little plastic cup of water, she listened as Black Canary began to speak again.

"What did you mean by not meaning to?" She asked, "That you just wanted family, what did you mean by that, could you tell me what happened to your parents, or maybe some kind of guardian?"

If Britta was younger, she would have laughed in the heroes' faces then and there. She was far too old to be looked after by her parents, they had ceased governing her years ago. Even if they were around, in front of her now, they were unable to instruct her next course of action. Instead, she shook her head no but explained nothing, still hiccuping and allowing a pinkish hue to grace her face. She turned her head down, and watch as the blonde woman looked to the mirror in worry.

"Are they gone..? Can you not control your abilities?"

If she was a better person, she would have ended when she saw the true concern. However, she had embraced the fact that she was not considered a person.

Without any real need to answer, she decided to cry again, with a loud sob and without looking up. For a second, she had felt as Black Canary was about to move forward before halting, standing rigidly still as though...

As sobs slowly faded out, a crude giggle escaped her lips and she looked towards the adult woman who seemed shocked for a few moments before a slight glare settled on her face.

With only a slight accent this time, Britta spoke to the woman, looking at her with clear mockery, "I could never understand why, exactly, humans always act so softly towards children." As if to emphasize her point, she sipped her water again, glancing down fully at the chain that she was so easily released from, "I enjoyed it more when they thought beating and giving them up to nanny's was best..."

"Who are you." The kindness and worry were gone from the woman now, there was no longer any traces of sympathy.

"So many little runaways back then, rich children who knew nothing of the real world but wanted to search for better lives." Britta sighed, looking into nothing as she remembered, "I was never hungry back then."

With this, she looked at the woman with a giggle. Something that sounded far too threatening.

"What does that mean?" Black Canary questioned, glare set on her features.

With a tired sigh, Britta decided that she would rather annoy the woman for asking such a daft question, and continued in her little speech as if a word hadn't been spoken on the other side.

"Though nowadays, I don't go hungry for different reasons." A flash of haunting red passing through her eyes, before fading back to the empty silver they were usually. However, it was clear her amusement made itself known as Black Canary rose from her seat in something akin to shock, before leaving.

Only distantly did she think it was a shame, but that was before a man in black and gray entered the room, and Britta was hopeful for more fun to be had, pasting a smile onto her little face that was almost harmless. But they had been greeted by her true colors, and they surely saw the beast hiding away in a body so small.