Abandoned at a young age because of her differences, Skylar Summers was sent to Arkham Asylum at the age of eleven. While there, she was forced to navigate the tough waters of inmates, sociopaths, and demented clowns. Eventually, she is put under th...
I gasped and sat up in my bed with a scream lodged in my throat. Cold sweat made my hair stick to my face. It's been a while since nightmares have plagued my dreams, but this one was the same way I have always had.
I was back in my cell at Arkham while the other inmates swarmed me. I can't defend myself because my powers don't work. I even recognize a few faces. Joker is standing by Harley Quinn with a crowbar, Bane is cracking his knuckles and gearing up for some action. Zsasz is standing in a corner with a knife he stole from a guard with a sick smile on my face. The worst part was that Ivy stood off to the side of the others, unwilling to even help me. I'm violently woken up as they each lunge toward me; everyone trying their damndest to hurt me.
Shaking off the covers, I get out of my king size bed and stumble to my attached bathroom. Avoiding looking at my horrendous face, I rinsed the sweat off of it and dried off. I reached into my shower and turned on the water to the hottest setting possible. Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped inside
I flinched as the scalding water beat on my tired muscles, but I was hoping that the water would make the remnants of my nightmare go away. I washed my body and hair, shaved, and got out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around both my hair and my body, I went into my closet to get dressed.
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After slipping on my black converse, and throwing my wet hair into a messy bun, I leave my bedroom and head towards the kitchen where I was sure Alfred was making breakfast.
Sure enough, when I rounded the corner into the spacious kitchen, he was in the process of putting eggs and bacon on a plate. Warmth spread through my heart as I stared at the older man. To me, Alfred was more of a father figure than the one who adopted me. He was the one who would always make sure I was fed, did my homework even if I resisted, and just made sure I was happy.
I dropped my bag onto the counter, walked over to Alfred, and gave him a kiss on his weathered cheek. Immediately, I began to feel the love and happiness serving the Wayne household has given him. Alfred is one of the few people I don't have to worry about touching. "Good morning, Alfred."
He looked up after he put the last piece of bacon on the plate. "Good morning, Ms. Summers. Did you sleep well?"
"Meh. I got some sleep if that was what you were really asking." I shrugged.
Alfred's dark eyes steadily looked at my face, searching for some sort of sign that I was lying to him. I squirmed under his gaze. That's the one thing about Alfred--sometimes he's too perceptive.
After a couple of beats, he stopped staring at me and handed me the breakfast. I grinned at him in thanks and then went over to the huge dining room. Wayne Manor is this huge ass place with multiple rooms, bathrooms, an impressive kitchen, and a large dining room. However, with only me, Brue, Alfred, and Jason living here it's so empty. Ever since Dick left, I've taken any excuse to leave this empty home. Barbara is probably sick of me at this point. Hell, I've even gone to stay with Donna every once in a while. Last night was the first time in a long time I've stayed the night in my old room. Maybe that's why the nightmares were so vivid. Normally, I would take comfort in the peaceful emotions other people emit to help me sleep, but with everyone so spread out, and Bruce working nights, I'm alone.
