Shadow's Dance| 2nd Version

Chapter 9: Tea

"Your more open than Master Bruce was or is."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to talk your ear off. The tea was amazing. Thank you Alfred."

"No worries, if you need anything just ask."

Alfred took the empty cups and placed them into the tray. Leaving he cracked open the door leaving Jane in the library. Getting up she decided to look at the mysteries and stories that the books could tell. Hearing the front door open and close Jane walked towards the door of the library that was cracked. Almost touching the handle it suddenly swung open. Taken off guard by this she took a couple steps back till realizing it was Bruce. Both were wide eyed and shocked at the other's presence. Standing there for what felt like minutes Bruce cleared his throat and walked past Jane and in search of a book upon the shelves. Going out the door and back in to her room Jane shut the door behind her. Sliding against it she curled her knees to her chest.

He wasn't expecting me at the door nor in the room still. Perhaps he's worried that I overheard their conversation. I should leave this place. Bruce is trying to relieve my pain while suffering his own. If I gain more energy and practice some over the next few days I could leave. Before Hussa or someone else sends me to a hospital. She's coming back in a week so I need to assume that's my deadline. Maybe I'll take a nap, I'm so tired. I'm tired?No...no no no no no.

Struggling to get up from the floor she propped her weight on the drawers next to the door. Her vision was getting blurry and her legs started the buckle. Falling to the floor with a thud her mind worked sluggishly trying to escape unconscious. But the inevitable came and blackness envelope around her. Creaking the door open was Bruce.

Laying a blanket over her he carried the sleeping child to a car that was waiting outside. It drove for miles till it reached its destination. It was a mental facility 2 hours drive from Gotham. Jane hadn't woken up yet, a staff member came to roll her to a room. One prepared since the first week they met her.

It wasn't solid white but a light tan, the bed was white while the top cover was a calm purple. However there wasn't any widows just a door to a hallway. She had on her jeans and t-shirt but everything else was confiscated.

Jane was placed ontop of the covers. The same staff member changed the one bandages and left. Bruce and Hussa discussed further just outside the room.

"Are you sure that she won't have an outburst Mr. Wayne?"

"If she dose the room will hold. Barry and his friends reinforced it. We also placed a tracker just incase she escapes."

"I admire your faith in us. We will give Jane the best treatment we can give. Visits are on Saturday starting at 12."
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Her mind was fuzzy as she slowly got up from the bed. It was hard and squeaked each time she moved. Clearly, this wasn't the mansion but another room. No windows, no interior handle just a bed and a camera tucked away in a corner. Sedation, that's what was in the tea. Bruce planned on the eavesdrop on their conversation as a red herring. Stupid to think that he cared. Alfred even told her how Bruce usually was cold. Tears welled up, it was her fault, a slight glow began, she let her guard down and now look where she ended up. Placing her back up against the wall to face the door Jane felt the current run through her. Taking off she threw herself at the door, not even a dent. She could hear footsteps across tile floor. Slamming again into the door didn't budge. Trying over and over and over again nothing worked. Screams out of frustration came out till her throat felt raw.

Catching her breath she cried. Curled up into a ball all she could remember was the room. The men. The torture. The lessons. The accident. The school. The friends. The families. The insanity. The anxiety. The fear. The foolish courage. The leadership that did nothing. Even after Jane stopped crying she didn't move from her position and only thought about the other place and how it's similar to this one.