Word count: 11,724
Chapters: Best Grilled Cheese-Blistering (1-3)
Warnings/tags: Explicit, Torture, Medical Trauma, Kidnapping, Drugs, Gore, Miscommunication, Canon-typical violence, Jason Todd x Original Character, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt NO Comfort, eventual Smut
Synopsis:
After spending six years being experimented on by her father, Vienna takes the opportunity presented by his arrest to flee to Gotham. With a resurrection, some regeneration, and limited telepathy, she's not totally out of her depth, but staying off the bat's radar becomes much harder after an attempted mugging goes haywire.
Now, the infamous Red Hood knows she exists, and she can't seem to avoid him. Not wanting to reveal the secrets of her metahuman abilities, it becomes her new mission to stay as far away from him and the rest of the bats as possible.
Arkham Asylum was no different than any other prison she'd been in. Whether it was brick walls that held her or the faded reds and yellows of a circus tent, it was all the same to Lauren. Just another place trying to make her out to be a monster. It did not matter her motivations, her justifications, any of the reasons she could give them; Lauren belonged behind bars.
No matter, she'd find her way out just like before. Maybe this time, she wouldn't have to take out the eager psychiatrist, on the same path as all the others who wanted to 'fix' her.
Blurb:
They had to figure out how to keep her in Arkham Asylum. They’d never had a cyborg before. The only cyborg publicly acknowledged before her was that big hunk of metal who worked with the Teen Titans. And he wasn’t a problem like Lauren was.
They ended up clamping cuffs on her that they’d spent weeks testing, figuring out which parts of her body would shut down when deactivated. After experiencing the lows of her organs shutting down repeatedly, they decided they’d found a good enough solution to the problem that was her. The cuffs would shock her system at such a low frequency that it wouldn’t physically hurt her, but it made her cybernetics practically useless. Her right arm was limp, but they’d been kind enough to ensure the shocks wouldn’t send past her spine. She could use her right leg at least.
Everything else, not so much. A constant dull buzzing in her head kept her from sending any coding to the rest of her system. She could think, sort of. Everything felt fuzzy with the cuffs, like they’d put a shield over her mind.
It was miserable.
The physical assessment to get into the asylum was hell on top of it. They tried their best to weigh her based on their scales and accommodate her cybernetics as best they could, but it was essentially useless. She was 60% robot, for fucks sake. Most of the metal was on the inside; she couldn’t show it or give them a weight reference if she tried. They had to peel back the synthetic skin, exposing the entirety of her metal arm, most of the metal plating in her back that wasn’t covered by actual flesh, and the lower half of her leg. She’d tried her best to convince them to give her more synthetics, but they’d denied it. Something about hiding items under it.
She didn’t even know how to do that. Yet.
This is from my writing account. I genuinely need to know if people would be interested bc i may lose my mind if I don't get to put these ideas down
What if i said I had the ideas forming for a potential fanfic with an OC x jason todd. And it'll be angsty and not only romance it's also the oc finding family with the bats. It would be long and would probably take me some time. And i literally have a scenario that fits Penelopes part from the EPIC musical.