Growing Up Crazy: A Batman Fanfiction {Book V in the Kids of Gotham Series}

It ain't easy being the kid of a crazy person, and nobody can tell you why better than the kids of Gotham. {Batman X Catwoman, Joker X Harley, Poison Ivy X Two Face, Baby Doll X Killer Croc, OCs. Rated Y for mild language and violence, mainly in later chapters as the children get older. Some Superman (Lois X Clark/Superman, Lex Luthor X Mercy) incorporated}


20. Chapter Nineteen - Jess

(A/N: Gonna be focusing on Jess, Baxter, and Deux for a while as they are central to the current plotline. There will probably be a side-plot involving Alice in regards to her gang, and maybe a little bit involving Lacey and Chesire. But no promises. I also do not know how hospitals work, as I have only ever been inside the lobby, maternity ward, and the emergency room's waiting room, so I apologize if I screwed up at all.)

She pulled the periwinkle hood over her face and trudged through the storm to the hospital. She knew that she had been missing for three days. She was aware that a few people might be panicking looking for her. That didn't make it any easier to go back into public to try and be an active member of society. No, that actually made it a little bit worse.

She came to the giant glass double doors and opened them slowly, dreading every step she took onto the cold linoleum of the hospital's lobby. With the warm air, her inflamed and swollen self-done stitches went from frozen in place to excruciatingly hot. She winced as she walked up to the counter.

The woman behind was elderly, with a kind face and warm smile. Her very presence was comforting. She looked up when she saw the skinny, hooded teenager and smiled, knowing that she was probably uncomfortable. "What can I do for you, dear?"

"I need to set up an appointment." Jess hadn't spoken for days, and the agony she felt by moving her mouth was audible with every syllable.

"What's the problem?" the woman asked - her nametag read Martha. She looked to the small girl with concerned eyes. "You could always have called . . ."

"Don't have a phone." Jess replied simply, hesitantly removing her hood to reveal her face. Martha did a little bit of a double take, before smiling nervously again.

"Sorry dear, but we have a bit of a supervillain policy around here -" Jess, fed up, interrupted the woman by putting the paper declaring her as sane on the counter and pointing desperately at the obviously infected stitches. Martha heaved a great sigh before finally continuing, "All right. That looks pretty bad, though, we should get you in ASAP. Come with me, honey."

Jess allowed the woman to lead her out of the lobby.

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