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The Final Desdemona Story, Chapter Three

Story Title: Non Compos Mentus Part Three
Summary:
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: Desdemona/Joker, Bruce Wayne/Lily
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Some of these characters aren't mine. I just play with them sometimes.
Author Notes: This one is dedicated to my muse, jokerluv and to all the people who have been reading over the months. Thank you so very much!


"I don't know how I'm supposed to feel." Matilda said into the darkness. "I close me eyes and have such sharp memories of bath times and birthdays and her voice on the breeze, calling Matilda Jane, where are you?" Matilda laughed dryly, dropping her head, "Then those memories are shadowed by the things I know she's done, the people she hurt and I don't know how to feel. Can you love someone and hate them at the same time?"

Across town, a gurney was being rolled into a treatment room quietly. On it was a pale Desdemona, laying on her side and weeping softly despite herself. "I've already had treatment today." she said wearily, "I can't take another one." No one responded, or even acknowledged her as she spoke.

"She'll never understand the relevance of other people." Matilda continued, "She'll never understand the desire for mercy and for that I don't know if I pity her or am disgusted by her." Bruce emerged from the darkness, pressing a switch and illuminating the cave. There, in front of Matilda was a newly designed suit of all black Kevlar, a large bat emblazoned onto its chest.

Meanwhile, in Arkham orderlies began moving Desdemona onto the therapy table, fastening her arms and legs into place. "I'm telling you, I can't do another one today." Desi demanded, "Ask the doctor, there's no way I am supposed to have more than one session a day." Nurse Abbot gently brushed her hair from her forehead as she looked down at her. "Actually Miss Morton, the doctor moved you just today. From now on, you'll be receiving three sessions a day."

Matilda stared up at the suit and Bruce rested a hand at her shoulder. "We will feel many ways about our parents in our lives." Bruce offered, "And we may attribute many things to them, but we do not owe them anything. You must live your life for yourself." Matilda took a step forward, reaching to touch the suit gently. "You are truly ready this time." Bruce said, "I would never offer if you weren't." Matilda said nothing, staring up at the suit. "I still want her to suffer. I want Desdemona Crane to know what torture really is. I want her to beg for mercy, and know what its like to be refused it."

"Three!!!" Desi cried out. She watched in horror as the nurse prepped the shot, humming along happily at her. "I can't...that could kill me." Abbot shook her head amused as she swabbed the arm, "Miss Morton honestly." she said, administering the shot, "Any session could kill you." Desi look from the site to the nurse, mortified. She began to breathe heavily as her mouth was pulled open and depressors were forced in. Desi wept quietly as her neck snapped back and she began flailing about wildly. Several nurses entered the room, wanting to watch as Desi's body shook against the bed. Some even took pictures with their phones. Desi began groaning loudly in pain, and her gown was wet with perspiration. Abbot checked her pupils and scribbled something into her file.

"Notice the effect a lack of nutrition has on the subject." Abbot announced to the nurses, "By increasing the dose by a mere 15 cc, the patient is rendered totally inert. Note the starry, glass-like pupils and the discoloration of skin in addition to the rapid weight loss." The other nurses just stared as Desi writhed painfully before beginning to slow down. "Told you this was fucking awesome to watch." one nurse whispered to another. Desi struggled for breath, chewing involuntarily at the depressors as she slowed to a stop. Her body fell against the cot and drew up into itself. She looked small and frail, and her face continued to twitch sporadically. "The subject will remain in this coma for several hours, processing out the insulin before we will administer again."

"Doesn't this seem a bit, well, extreme?" A male nurse asked. Abbot turned to face him as Desi moaned involuntarily. she stared coldly at the young man, who lost his reserve and looked about sheepishly. "Just seems sort of cruel. I mean, we're supposed to be helping her." Abbot broke her gaze by looking around the entire group. "We are helping her." she soothed, "I'm sure that you will agree, in matters such as this one must be cruel to be kind." The man looked down and the nurses all watched as Desi was slowly carted out of the room, moaning softly as her face pressed to the cot.

Simultaneously, Matilda sighed. "I still want her to suffer. I want Desdemona Crane to know what torture really is. I want her to beg for mercy, and know what its like to be refused it." Matilda dropped her hands to her side, "But I know she never will." Bruce stood beside her silently for several minutes. "Desdemona Crane is just a plot point." he said aloud, "This is your story. Be who you know you are." Matilda nodded, "But really Bruce, Batgirl?" she joked, "Sounds so chauvinistic." Bruce sighed, "You are still a girl." Matilda shook her head, "I guess, besides 'Batwoman' does seem kinda lame." Bruce looked at her and she punched him in his forearm for emphasis before walking away.






If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...And it's Sequel, "Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Three, "Fearless"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Four, "Mother's Ruin"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Five, "Desdemona's Return"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Six, "Idlewild"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
..or Part Seven, "Idolatry"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or and the Conclusion, "Non Compos Mentis"
Part One Two
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