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Chapter 7 - Interrogation

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"THEY SAY THERE IS NO LIGHT WITHOUT DARK, NO GOOD WITHOUT EVIL, NO MALE WITHOUT FEMALE, NO RIGHT WITHOUT WRONG. THAT NOTHING CAN EXIST IF IT'S DIRECT OPPOSITE DOES NOT EXIST." {Laurel K. Hamitton}

The cell was a drab grey, the psychology behind it is obvious. White was too classic, making you feel like you were trapped in a mental institution. Black brought out sadness, darkness, anger. It would rile people up, cause everything that shouldn't happen during an interrogation. Distantly, I remembered when I came to the cave the first time. I wasn't put in a cell, I was put in the medbay. Because I wasn't a villain to them. I was a teenager. Kidnapped, scared, and kept away for her entire life. How the times had changed.

I was lounging in one of the just as boring chairs in my cell, head leaning against the wall. I made sure my features were impassive, staring at the glass in front of me. It wasn't two-way, just normal glass. Normal as in thick and power proof. Unbreakable inside and out. Not that I could do anything with an inhibitor collar already around my neck.

Passing the time, I hummed Hey Jude to myself. Slowly, softly, almost like a lullaby a mother would sing to her daughter. But I didn't have a blood-mother, I never would. I had Ivy, and Harley, aunts, sisters, mothers to me.

Four of the members of the Justice League entered through the silver door at the front of the room. Batman, Flash, Martian Manhunter, and Green Arrow. The four I mainly dealt with the last time I was at the cave.

"Have you taken my stuff out of my room?" I stopped my singing to ask the question that had been in my mind since we landed in the cave.

I could see things going either way. They thought I'd be gone forever, so they got rid of my things and the constant reminder of their failure. But, my room was sentimental to the team. Even if they hated me for what I did, we became a family in a short time.

"Your things haven't been touched," Batman took a step towards me. I crossed my legs to sit more comfortably.

"But you looked through my stuff the night I left, didn't you? To see if I left any hints behind... I left everything behind, but no hints of where I was going. All I brought was my clothes from the trip. To be honest, the only way I could leave no hints of where I was going was because I didn't know where I was going."

Green Arrow stepped forward as well, "You left us for the villains. Why?"

"You know why," I smiled gently, "To protect the team of course. Klarion was threatening to destroy them all. They were my friends, my family at the time. I couldn't let him kill all of them because I wasn't willing to go with him."

"The team was scanned, (Y/n). There was nothing harmful in their blood. Magic or not. They wouldn't have died. It was a bluff."

"Oh no. There was something there. I saw it. I stopped it from killing them. Of course, it wouldn't have affected the inhuman ones, but I didn't know that at the time. I didn't figure it out until two years ago. And by that point, Klarion had removed everything from their systems. I was loyal. Or so he thought."

"And you didn't leave?" Flash stepped forward, next to Batman, "Even when the villains-"

"Villains, villains, villains. Blah, blah, blah," I drawled, shifting to face the heroes more directly, "All of your words are blending together. I bet you're going to ask me why I killed those people too, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Shrugging, I stood for the first time since I arrived at the cave, "I killed them because I was asked to at first. It didn't matter to me. But I figured out I didn't like doing that. It was going too far. But I had to keep up the ruse. If Father knew that I was doubting being a villain... it wouldn't end well."

"It took you five years to figure out you don't enjoy killing people?" Martian Manhunter crossed his arms.

"No. I figured it out around two years ago. The first three I was stuck in my own head. I wasn't human. I didn't feel things. So, of course, I was fine with killing people. But then something happened, and I realized what I was doing. I didn't like it."

"You were a villain the other three," Batman frowned, "You killed women, men, children. Your realization doesn't matter because you continued to hurt people."

"All of you have done the same," I tilted my head and approached the glass, "Isn't that right? The only thing that makes the villains different from you is that they just do it on purpose- No wait, you've done it on purpose too. On that note, is there a difference between good and evil after all?"

"There's a difference," Green Arrow nodded.

"Wrong! Good and evil are the results of stories we read as kids," slowly, I backed up and sat back down, never backing down, "Because of those stories people attach different feelings to both words. Heroes and villains go to great lengths to get what they want, a world in order. The villains are just more creative."

My mind wandered back to my talk with SASS about morals. She was right. There was no black or right. The world was shades of grey. And everyone fell within those shades. Darker or lighter, there was no one way or the other.

"Manhunter," Batman looked to his teammate. Manhunter stepped to the glass, eyes squinted in concentration to sift through my mind.

With a tilt of my head, I smirked. Did they really think they could get into my head that easily? Part of conditioning was Father invading my mind, bringing forth my worst nightmares. Through that, I learned how to hide them, protect them, from other prying minds.

Martian Manhunter stumbled away from the glass, holding his head. All he would have got from his search was pain. Not just imagined pain, however, but all the pain I had felt over the years. If anything would help my case, it would be that.

"What did they do to you while you were there?" Manhunter asked quietly through his pain.

"He tried to make me creative by him," I frowned, shuddering, "But it only made me more creative on how to get out."

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The team watched the live feed of (Y/n)'s cell in shock. That wasn't the girl they knew five years before. The newest members of the team were confused. They didn't know how to feel. Their elders seemed shocked, surprised, and sad. But they didn't know (Y/n) like they did. All they had was a rare story followed by a saddened look.

"Wrong! Good and evil are the results of stories we read as kids. Because of those stories people attach different feelings to both words. Heroes and villains go to great lengths to get what they want, a world in order. The villains are just more creative."

"She sounds crazy," Artemis mumbled, crossing her arms, "She sounds crazy but sane. Like she knows more than all of us. What she's saying makes sense in a weird way, how does it make sense?"

"Harley Quinn was a psychologist once," Nightwing explained, as stoic as his mentor, "She probably picked up on some psychology tricks. She needs to be around better people, people who can show her that good is better."

The old team looked to a pale and silent Wally. He met their gazes and shrugged, "It seems like she doesn't want my help."

"Wallace Rudolph West!" M'gann flew over to Wally, repeatedly hitting him on the head, "You love her and are going to help her through this! You heard her! She left to save our lives! Now, save hers!"

"What did they do to you while you were there?"

"He tried to make me creative by him. But it only made me more creative on how to get out."

The team turned their attention back to the screen. M'gann's eyes widened, and she flew closer as the league members moved away from the glass to talk amongst themselves.

"She said he," Kaldur noted, "Not them. As if it was one person harming her."

"The villains didn't hurt her," M'gann stated sadly, sifting through her mind, "She loves them. She was talking about Klarion. Her mind is strong, but she's still screaming for help. Even if she doesn't know it. Klarion was no father to her, he was a tormentor."

"We're prepared to make a deal," Flash announced, zooming to the glass, "We won't send you to Arkham or Belle Reve like we should if you give us everything you know about the villains and their future plans, hideouts, systems, so on."

"No deal," (Y/n) waved her hand dismissively, "I want one other thing."

"Which is?"

The team prepared themselves to hear an outlandish request. Something along the lines of immediate freedom, or information.

"I want my music box fixed."

"Deal."

The team sighed in relief. It was such an easy and simple to accomplish request. Unexpected as well. Who knew she'd want something as simple as her music box to be fixed?

"Do you think she'll turn against us again?" Wally asked tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

"No," M'gann stated firmly, no doubt in her tone, "There's no going back for her. I can't figure out why she left in the first place, but she's here now. She won't be a hero but maybe we can-"

"We don't know what she's planning," Nightwing interrupted, "We don't know her intentions. And despite what we want to think, we don't know her. I don't care if she left to save us. She's killed too many for that forgiveness and trust. She's not getting on this team again. Not without the league's, and our approval."

"Well, the league hasn't sent her to Arkham yet. So that's one step in the right direction."