A Little Sane

Chapter 92

The cold metal of the bench was slowly burning Mercedes' legs. Her wrists were starting to sting and itch. She blinked her lashes several times. She couldn't help but stare at stomach as if she was afraid the baby would pop out any second. Sharp footsteps abruptly pulled her out of her gaze. Her eyes lifted gently. She was sitting in a holding cell at the Gotham general prison. It wasn't really much of a prison. It was a small building with basic cells used for nothing more than holding inmates until they could be transferred to either Gotham City Penitentiary or Arkham Asylum. She was staring straight at the somewhat sluggish and tired face come James Gordon. He narrowed his eye, drawing his eyebrows together.

"Comfortable?"

Mercedes set up straighter. She pulled her cuffed hands that were connected to a long chain bolted into the floor up to rub an itch on her cheek. She didn't have much to say Gordon. He raised his eyebrows.

"They're making up your cell right now as we speak. I hear it's going to be just like Jerome's old cell with no window and keypad access. They only use those for the especially dangerous, sick in the head, crackbrained, psychoneurotic monomaniac lunatic."

Mercedes couldn't help her sudden outburst of laughter. Gordon slowly took two steps back. She parted her lips to finally speak.

"Do you just call me a bunch of names that stand for legally insane? May I remind you that no one has officially diagnosed me with anything yet."

Jim raised and eyebrow and nodded.

"And that's the first thing on our list. Tomorrow morning you are talking to the Arkham therapist so we can finally figure out what's wrong with you."

Mercedes tilted her head slightly offended then her lips tugged ever so slightly into a smile.

"Who says there's anything wrong with me?"

Jim shook his head. He sighed and pointed to her for a moments before putting his pointer finger down.

"You know that mental illness can be inherited."

Mercedes quickly narrowed her eyes. Venom spat off her tongue.

"Do not assume something will be wrong with my children! They've done nothing to no one!"

Mercedes fell into laughter. Jim shook her head feeling sorry for her. Mercedes rolled her head back as the laughter grew.

"I don't see why you're laughing."

She smile devilishly at Gordon.

"Because you really believe I'm about to go to Arkham."

Jim's words were firm and spoke with no hesitation. They left a stinging pain in Mercedes' chest.

"You are."

Mercedes paused to stare at the commissioner. She licked her bottom as her expression showed she was in deep thought. Jim chuckled slightly to himself. Mercedes tilted her head curiously.

"What?"

"You think Jerome is coming to get help you escape."

Mercedes spat back her words harshly.

"I don't always need a man to save me."

Jim shook his head.

"He's not coming."

Mercedes narrowed her eyes sharply. She clinched her cuffed fists. Jim continued to talk despite her sudden annoyed and angry demeanor.

"It's been almost two hours since you were arrested. If he was coming, you would be at home on your comfy couch right now, but from what I've heard, you two aren't on good terms right now."