Innocence || Gotham

Drop dead gorgeous.

The new inmate became a spectacle for the male population. She's beautiful, even when her clothes were practically reduced to rags. Blonde curls drape past her shoulders as blue eyes pierce through whatever's in her way.

She struts past, two men behind her carrying suitcases she doesn't need and wearing an outfit that could be sold for thousands of dollars.

Evelyn doesn't know her name, and she doesn't really care that much to find out. Though, the new inmate does appear to be saner than the others. Cold and even a little calculating but impulsive. Untapped potential.

Evelyn's temples burn, forcing her to pull away from her thoughts. She flinches as the two red circles burnt into her temple prominently pop out.

Her mind continues to buzz like static, her fingers absentmindedly tapping on her knee. A faint voice can be heard, but Evelyn easily ignores it.

"Miss Carter!" The voice commands loud enough to snap her out of her thought.

Evelyn slowly looks at the Chinese-American professor. Hugo Strange stares at the woman through circular pink-tinted glasses.

"Would you like to participate with the rest of the group?" He questions, his voice eerily smooth. He gestures to the small circle of inmates they're both a part of.

Evelyn looks around, her eyes landing on the bald giant two seats away from her. She slowly looks back to Professor Hugo Strange who's still waiting for an answer.

She shakes her head, earning a 'tsk tsk tsk' from Professor Strange. "Miss Carter..." he chastises, "how about we use our words?"

Evelyn's lips part slightly as she attempts to think of what to do.

"How about we schedule another session?" The Professor questions, flipping through the pages on the clipboard. "I've got a new treatment that I think would work perfectly for you."

Evelyn's icy blue eyes widen at the thought. Worse than electro? She questions herself.

Her mouth opens, but no words escape past her throat. As much as she wanted to say something, she couldn't. The will to remain silent was stronger than not finding out the new therapeutical treatment.

"I guess I'll pull the rest again," comes the voice that speaks at every group therapy session. The ginger resists his urge for a theatrical stand, not willing to be beaten again because of it.

Instead, he gives a sinister grin. Six pairs of eyes quickly dart towards the eighteen-year-old inmate, locked away for killing his mother.

"Well, doc," he begins, leaning back in his chair before rubbing his chin a pondering matter, "it all started when I was five. You see, my mot—"

"Mr. Valeska," Professor Strange interrupts, gaining an annoyed glare, "as much as we'd love to hear more of your stories, I think it's time we allow others to speak."

The Valeska boy leans back in his chair, not bothering to fight Professor Strange this time. Dark eyes scan the small group as another inmate is randomly selected to speak.

Evelyn furrows her brows in confusion as she watches the boy inspect each inmate. A few seconds later, his eyes land on her. Dark green eyes bore into her own, amusement and curiosity shining brightly.

Evelyn tries not to look away as she wrings her hands together with nervousness. His stare feels uncomfortable and unnerving. Giving a small grin, the Valeska boy gives a wave.

The pain in her temples return, and Evelyn quickly squeezes her eyes shut, stopping a groan of pain from escaping past her lips. She tilts her head downwards, ignoring the boy as the pain surges through her head.