Before I start, I'd like to give credit to Bob Kane, the creator of Batman, to all of his Batman characters. I wanted to do something with his amazing series and include one of my own character's.

 

~Night Fox - The Awakening~

 

I hug my knees tight, hearing the rain and the thunder outside of my hiding spot. Hoping this will pass, hoping somehow it'd just magically stop. Why did I do this to myself? Why am I just sitting here? Why did I run away? I wish I would think these things through before I do things. I close my eyes, shivering from the bitter cold breeze that is drafting in through the gap. Thunder cracks in the sky and echoes through my hiding spot, I flinch and I see a flash from outside. I wish I knew what I was doing, I wish I had a motive. But for some reason, I don't want to go back, there's no going back. I'm here and I'll fight on my own. I shut my eyes again, still regretting my decision's I've made for the past couple months.

 

Four years earlier...

 

I lie down on my bed, bouncing a ball at my side as I read a small book that has been assigned for me to do. I should be starting summer school for going up another grade this summer. I don't like school, so I think I can make it go faster by doing the whole grade throughout the summer. I feel uneasy tonight, something isn't right. It's mid April, the weather outside is warming up during the day, but nights stay cool. Momma has been gone for a while. Longer then usual. She probably got stuck in traffic again.

I hear dad watching TV in the living room, I think it's one of those comedy shows again. My lamp flickers, I roll my eyes and grumble. I set my book down, carefully placing it so I don't lose my spot. I turn off the light and then flick it back on. It doesn't flicker anymore, so now I can read in peace. I pick the book back up and begin to read. I glance at the clock, it's 9:04. I should be going to bed in thirty minutes, but I don't want to get ready just yet. I yawn and I shake it off. I hear sirens outside and rolls of tires.

 

I get curious, place my book down and look out my window. Even though I hear the sirens day in and day out, I still get curious. I wait to see the police cars go down the street, but to my surprise, I see the flashing lights pull up to our apartment building. I close my shades and try to shrug it off. Maybe some weird people live here and we didn't know about it. I sit back down on my bed, hearing the bed springs squeak and pop as I do. I hear the car doors of the police cars downstairs, the rattling of keys or the handcuffs on their hips. Our building was never able to keep much sound out.

 

I place my bookmark in my book and close it. I open my drawer and place my book carefully in it. Closing the drawer carefully and silently, as though I'd wake up a mouse. Which it is likely to find one here. I hear a loud knock from outside my door, but it's not my door. It's our front door. I walk to my door, pulling my lilac long sleeve down on my arm, I brush down my dark blue and yellow star night pants. I open the door and peek out cautiously. I hear my dad grumble and walk to the door, dragging his feet on the ground.

 

I slowly walk out, keeping my hand on the cool wall. Afraid if I let it go, I'll fall into another dimension or something. The dark scares me sometimes, tonight is the night that is scares me. My dad makes it to the front door and looks at me with heavy tired eyes. "What are you doing up?" He mumbled.

 

"I heard the door." I say walking closer and closer to the light. "And I wasn't asleep, I was reading my book." There's another pounding knock on the door. Dad rolled his eyes and cracks open the door.

 

"Who are you? What do you want?" Dad asked calmly but with a hint of force. I slowly walk to the brown worn down couch, I lean on the arm.

 

"Sir, my name is James Gordon. I'm with the GCPD." A man's voice comes from the door.

 

"Badge?" Dad ask's cautiously. He squints and then nods. Dad opens the door all the way. "How can I help you officer?"

 

"Sir, I have terrible news, regarding your wife, Emma." Gordon says with a frown. Dad's eyes widened and I watch inattentively, listening for every world. Dad nods and gesture's Gordon in.

 

"What's wrong with Emma?" Dad asked with worried look in his eyes. Gordon glances at me, I see that he's very upset. Like he doesn't want to mention what has happened.

 

"May I?' Gordon asked nodding to the couch. I take a seat quickly on the couch.

 

"Um... yeah." Dad says with a nod. Struggling to find his words. "What happened to Emma?"

 

"Sir, your wife isn't coming home." Gordon said swallowing hard as he sat down.

 

"Explain." Dad says with a worried look. I kept my eyes on Gordon, not even looking away.

 

"What happened to Momma?" I asked with concern.

 

"Sir... your wife... she..." Gordon said stumbling on his words. "I'm afraid to inform you that, she has been murdered." My heart stopped, my breathing stopped. I am completely frozen. "Um... we have a witness. The poor lady saw the whole thing. She is to be negotiated tomorrow morning. All we know, is that your wife has been stabbed multiple times." My eyes begin to well up in tears.

 

"Who done this to her? Do you know?" Dad asks with a shaky tone.

 

"We don't know yet. We've found fingerprints on the scene." Gordon explains. "They're being analyzed right now. We're trying our

best to go as fast as we can." I get off the couch, hugging my stomach. Gordon looks at me with sympathy. "I'm sorry... I really am." I close my eyes and look away. I slowly make my way back to my room. I don't want to hear it anymore.

I close the door behind me, I slide down against the door, sitting down hugging my knees. I cover my face in my arms and begin to cry softly. My mom... she's gone. Why my mom? Why her? I begin to cry harder into my arms, slowly drenching my sleeves in tears.

 

Present time...

 

I open my eyes and gasp as I hear another crack of thunder. I feel a tear leak down on my face, I wipe it from my face. Remembering these things brings me down to my knees crying. The murder was captured and was sentenced into Blackgate. It got a lot worse after that. My father went through a large drinking problem. He first went through one beer a day, then after a month, two beers, after three months, three beers a day. By the time a year passed, he drank five beers a day. It was hard times I went through. Very hard. Not only did I lose my mom, I was slowly losing my dad. He never supported me. Never comforted me.

 

He ignored me. He lost his job. He lost everything. I had to then be the grownup at age eleven. I got small newspaper jobs, babysitting, and selling bracelets and necklaces. It was so hard. I worked so much a day, on top of that trying to past tests on the internet. I banked in a good amount of money from babysitting and making bracelets. It was so hard. Now that I look at it. Living in this alley wasn't nearly as hard as fighting to keep the roof over dad's and my head.

 

It was so scary at the time. I begin to softly cry. My eyes leaking tears slowly from thinking about this. The stress, my dad not being there, my mom gone, working hard to try to keep us living. I couldn't think about it till I hit the pillow at night. To only get five to six hours of sleep. Thinking about this hurts me so much. I can't imagine doing the same thing now. After two and a half years of dealing with it. I told my father enough was enough. He and I had argued so much that day about it.

 

I literally sold all the beer he had all over the house the next day. Because he kept refusing it. He was so furious with me, he literally back slapped me. But I try to forget my dads rage with me that day. I wipe my tears away, another cool breeze come through the gap which sends shivers through my body. Dad... even though he wasn't there with me in these hard times. I still loved the way he was before the incidents. I close my eyes, trying to remember the good times with my father. But the events of what happened  nine months ago strikes me hard.

 

Nine months earlier...

 

Dad promised me that we'll hang out together today. Go out for a walk. It's been a month since he's had a single beer. I'm so relieved. This may be the break of his drinking problems. I calmly brush my chocolate-brown straight hair, detangling the knots, my bangs hanging just above my right eye. I look in the mirror to see my emerald-green eyes staring back at me. Long black eyelashes, that curls at the tip. No mascara needed. I'm average weight, I've got thick bones. I have fair skin. Today I'm wearing a maroon t-shirt with blue jean form-fitting pants, and black tennis shoes.

 

I hear a knock on my bedroom door and I look at the time. It's 8:52 P.M. Yeah it's late, but it's no problem. "Come in." I say placing my brush on the table. The door squeaks open to reveal my dad, his eyes are a bit unfocused. Thoughts of him drinking again then hit my mind. But I don't question it. I'm trying not doubt his promise.

 

"Ready to go, Abs?' He asked. His voice is kinda sober, but I need to ignore it. Maybe it's because of withdraw or he's tired? I can't doubt him.

 

"Yeah. I'm ready." I say with a nod. "Oh wait, I need to use the bathroom. Meet you at the door." I walk out of the room and enter the bathroom. I turn and lock the door quickly, I quickly look around for anything. Any clues about him using a bottle, a drink, something. I check in the medicine cabinet, nothing. I check in the shower, nothing. I check in the trash, nothing. I check behind the toilet, nothing. Where would he hide the bottle? I then open up the cabinets that's under the sink. I peek around, moving aside

cleaning products, toilet product, woman products, and... Clink.

 

I move aside some soap bottles. There it is, a bottle dry to the bottom. No liquid inside. I open it and sniffed it. It reeked of strong beer. My stomach turned. How can he stand this stuff? I place down angrily, I'm furious. He promised! He promised me he'd stop! It takes a minute to calm down, I finally take a deep breath and then go to meet my dad at the door.

 

"What took you so long? Got stuck in the toilet?" Dad asked with a snazzy smile.

 

"Sorry." I mutter as I pass him. "Can we go now?" He nods and opens the door. I start heading down the flight of stairs as dad

locked the door. When he met me down stairs, I only give him a nod of recognition and we head out. We begin our little walk through the town, it's dark, and has a chill. I wish I brought my jacket. Dad and I stay silent for most of the walk, but his constant stumbling, and random giggles and chuckles finally breaks me.

 

"How dare you! You lied to me!" I burst out. I'm furious, I can't believe this. I need to confront him about it.

 

"What're you-" Dad begins.

 

"Don't lie to me!" I shout facing him. "You lied to me, you lied! You said you'd never drink again. And I found a beer bottle under the sink in the bathroom! No liquid or anything! Completely empty! What do you have to say for yourself?" I fold my arms and tapped my foot angrily.

 

"Abs, please you must-"

 

"You know what? Forget it! Apparently I don't matter enough to you. Specially since you didn't give up drinking for me! Mother would be so disappointed in you! And you know it!" With this said I begin to continue our way. Dad follows silently. I now have thoughts of leaving him, forever. Live on the streets myself. No need for anyone. He most likely would be better without me. I see a man in front of me, but I have no care for him. "Oof, sorry." I say as the man and I bumped shoulders.

 

"Don't move!" The man bellowed. I hear a gun sound and I immediately froze. "Give me your wallet... Scratch that, give me everything that's in your pockets!" My dead is shocked.

 

"Sir, just- GAH!" I say. But the man back slaps me and I fall to the ground, I held onto the side of my face that he slapped.

 

"Shut it!" The man shouted pointing the gun at me. My dad does something so unexpected, that I can hardly believe what I was seeing. My dad grabbed the gun, the two men scuffled for the gun.

 

"Abs, just-just go!" Dad ordered. I get up and begin to run. A gunshot rang from behind me. I stop dead in my tracks and turn around.

 

"Dad?" I say but the bullet hit the ground next to them. "Dad! What do I do?"

 

"GO!"

 

Bang...

 

My heat sank, my body froze, my mind raced, I can't. What just happened? Why? My dad falls to the ground with a loud thud, the man looks at me and points the gun at me. "No, please!" I say backing up. I'm breathing fast, I'm terrified.

 

"Hey! Back off!" A man yelled running after the man from across the street. The man yelling had a rifle, the killer ran away so fast that it was practically a blur. I shake my head and run to my dad.

 

"Dad? Dad?' I say holding onto his hand. "Dad, come on, not you too!" I have tears coming from my eyes.

 

"A-Abs, sorry... I'm so sorry." He barely manages to get out. "I'm-I'm a fool. I'm sorry..." His breathing gets more and more shallow.

 

"Dad? Dad!" I say shaking him. He closes his eyes and his head falls to the side. "No! NO! Please, don't leave me alone! Please I can't be alone! No, please don't do this to me!" I begin to shake him, the guy that saved me tapped my shoulder.

 

"Ma'am... I'm sorry, but he's gone." The mans words hit me like a bullet just struck me in the heart. The realization that... I'm alone. I grab onto the sides of my head and grip onto my hair, closing my eyes tightly. Hoping this is a dream. I grip onto my hair harder, I then scream. Scream as loud and as long as I could. I'm curled into a fetal position. Tears flooded out of me, I'm alone. All alone. I'm thirteen and alone. I have no one. No one left. My pain, everything, I try to gather myself. But in results of more and more crying.

 

The guy dials 9-1-1 and the cops arrived at the scene eight minutes later. I sat at the curb, resting my head on my arms, which is pressed on my knees. I hear them get out of their cars, I hear them trying to communicate with me. But somehow, I can't and don't want to communicate with someone I don't know. They left me alone after a while. I hear another cop car stop near by, I hear them working all around me.

 

There's a tap on my shoulder and I flinch. I look up to see a familiar face, Gordon. He squat next to me, he rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. I stare at him for a few minutes. My eyes begin to well up in tears again and I cry into my arms again. "Abigail... I'm sorry." Gordon says to me calmly.

 

"Gordon... I'm alone. All alone." I say in between my sobs. I look up at him and then I see the look of sadness in his eyes. "... I'm... alone."

 

Present time...

 

I open my eyes and realize my blanket has fallen off. I grab it and wrap it around myself. Hugging myself tightly with the blanket, trying to get warm. Sounds like the rain has slowed down. But it is still pouring badly. I try to stop thinking of my parents. I hate this. I escaped a Foster home and a two Orphanage's already. Not wanting to be with anybody. The cops have given up on me, everyone has. But I don't need anybody, I don't care about anyone. It may sound selfish, but I don't care about anyone else anymore. I'm tired of caring. Everyone I care for has died or has disappeared.

 

I remember being in 'Witness Protection.' That was miserable. It took a little over a week to catch my father's killer. But when I saw him, I wanted to hurt him, to the point where he'll never forget. I wanted to torture him. But  there's no way I can do it. I couldn't hurt somebody like that, or maybe I could. I don't know. But I try to try to thrive here. After the trial was over for the murder, I left the foster home. After two weeks of being on my own, the Police found me and brought me to an Orphanage. I escaped that one and lived on my own on the streets for three weeks.

 

They found me again and put him in a strict Orphanage. I escaped within two days. Ever since, they have given up on me. There's no holding me back, there's nothing that'll make me happy enough to stay. I've learned some skills as I've been out here. I've learned how to pick-pocket and pick-lock almost anything. I can convince people to getting me food, water, and other goods. I've learned how to do these things within the six months I've been out here. I've survived the winter. Now spring is coming in.

Storms are harsh, but it'll pass after a couple of days. I've actually learned some fighting out here too. It's not the best fighting, but it's at least something to get me out some situations. I've made a map of the one mile radius where I live. I have four different areas where I move every once a week. There are sometimes where I feel as though I'm being watched. But I guess a lot of people get that when it's dark and they're alone.

 

I lay down on my side, curled into a ball, holding the blanket tightly around me. Even though it's a struggle, I slowly find my self drifting off to sleep.

 

I wake up to a can falling in the alley. I look out to see it's a cat. I roll my eyes and grumble. "Get out of here!" I say shooing it away. It runs away like a bullet. I go back in my hiding spot and grab my backpack. I stuff some stuff in it and throw it over my shoulders then head out. I have a knife on my hip just in case I need to use it for self-defense. A newspaper is in the trashcan next to me. I grab it out.

 

It's yesterday's paper. On the front page it reads:

 

Siting's of the Giant Bat increase's

 

Over the weeks, a Giant Bat siting's have been increasing. People fear that this can be quite dangerous. "It must've been six feet tall!" Mariana Willis reported two days ago. "I look out my window and see it on the fire-scape. Staring at me with its huge eyes!" Mike Stewart said four days ago. Most people are calling him "Batman." It is a giant bat, but it has a human like form to it. We hear he will attack anyone. He has left his victims with broken legs, arms, noses, ribs, concussions, and internal bleeding. "There's no such thing as 'Batman!'" The Commissioner proclaimed late last night. "I assure you, everyone is safe." But is the Commissioner really sure? Is this just a bunch of lies? Is "Batman" the newest criminal?

 

I shake my head and throw it back into the trash. I've been watching this "Batman" closely. He's no criminal. If anything, he's here to help. I know this for a fact. Ever since he's appeared, crime has been slowing down. I think cops are jealous, because he can actually get the job done. I've seen a glimpse of him jumping on the rooftops one day. It was interesting. I've been watching where he usually goes around. But it's random, there is no pattern.

 

I'm actually planning on going on to a roof and see if I get luck finding him tonight. I know about a drug deal that should commence tomorrow night, I'm sure he'd like to hear about that one. I look around for some sort of store or diner so I can see what time it is. I see a man in a suit headed my direction.

 

"Sir, what time is it?" I say as he just passes me.

 

"Oh, it's a quarter till ten." He said with a grin and kept on going.

 

Okay, so it's nine forty. I continue my way, wondering if I'll find a good meal today. I have five dollars with me, but why spend it if you don't have to? I look at the doughnut shop across the street. There's a person there was a dozen doughnuts. I shrug and walk across the street, maybe I can get a couple. The guy looks at me as I stop in front of him.

 

"Can I help you?" He asked cautiously as he put his coffee down.

 

"Um... yeah." I say moving back on forth on my legs. "I was wondering... can I have..." I point to the doughnuts in the box.

 

"Why?" He asked rudely.

 

"I haven't eaten anything for two days..." I say with a frown. Which is true, I haven't eaten anything for two days. It's hurting my tremendously. I've never went this long without food.

 

"Oh... well I guess I can spare two." He says with sympathy. "I was gonna give some to my kids. But, you must be starving. Here." He scoops up two doughnuts in a napkin and hands them to me. "That should hold you over."

 

"Thank you." I say with a smile as I held the warm doughnuts in my hands. "I'm sorry I bothered you."

 

"It's okay, be careful." He says, but then he looked at me curiously. "Why haven't you eaten in two days?"

 

"Thanks." I say as I turn and walk away. I slowly eat the doughnuts as I continue my walk. I have no idea what I want to do, I'm kinda bored. I see a cop car and I automatically jump into an alley. Even though they haven't had a strong search for me, I still don't want to run into one of them.

 

I spent the whole entire day relaxing in alley's here and there. I hate being in the same alley for too long. It frightens me somehow. When it began to get dark, I climbed up fir-escapes to the top of the roofs. I sat on the ledge for a long time, I put on my jacket and wrapped myself in a blanket as I waited. I began to get tired, so I got up and walked to the entrance of the buildings top floor. I leaned on the wall. I close my eyes and listened.

 

Why am I just sitting here? What am I trying to prove?

 

I hear something move and I quickly open my eyes. I throw off my blanket and look around. "H-hello?" I utter nervously. I get up and walk around. "What was that?" I mumble. I look around but don't see a thing. Probably a rat or something. As I turn to go back to my spot, I gasp and cover my mouth to keep me from screaming. Something black was behind me, I look up at it and see that it was this "Batman" they were talking about.

 

I stare at him and he stares back at me. They were right, he must be at least six feet tall. "What are you doing up here?" He asked. His voice was rough.

 

"Just hanging out. What are you doing up here?" I asked placing my hand on my hip.

 

"Aren't you too young to be up here this late?" He asked, avoiding my question.

 

"Aren't you a little to human to be a bat?" I asked with a smile as I tilted my head. Batman glared at me. I shrug and walk to the ledge. "So, I see you like tall places." I look down, we are pretty high up. I'd be lucky if I lived if I fell.

 

"I see you like to pry." Batman counters, still standing in his spot.

 

"If you're trying to intimidate me." I say looking at him. "You're gonna have to do a lot more better than that." I cross one of my arms over my chest and rest my other on that arm, holding onto the bottom of my chin. "You're kind of predictable." He looks at me with curiosity. "You like rooftops, you like to take out the bad guys... Can't believe the Police Force hasn't seen this."

 

"You gonna report me?" Batman asked with a hint of irritation in his tone.

 

"Oh nah!" I say waving my hand that is still resting on top of my arm. "I like you. You're not like any of the other thugs. You actually take them out..." I watch him for a second and then continue. "I don't think you're a bad person. I think you're trying to help. And I'm on your side." I pace the ledge as I say this. "And you must be a person with money. No average person could afford that."

 

"Are you assuming that-" Batman starts.

 

"I'm NOT assuming anything." I cut in with a grin. "You're assuming that I know who you are. Which, don't worry, I don't know who you are. You can trust me." I watch him looking at me, trying to figure me out. I smile just to try to confuse him. "Don't like mind games?"

 

"I understand what you're doing." Batman says walking forward. "I'm not falling for it." He's really close to me now, he could push me off the ledge. But I look at him with confidence.

 

"You're not scaring me." I say. "Also, trust me or not..." I circle him. "I know something, that I shouldn't." I fold my arms next to him. I see him looking at me with the corner of his eyes. "There's a drug deal going on tomorrow night. Suppose to be a big one. There's gonna be three armed guards around the perimeter, six guys doing the deal, within an hour and a half. Starts at one o'clock tomorrow night. Just thought I'd let you know. Oh, it's gonna be in between fifth and sixth street." I walk back to my backpack.

 

"How do you know this?" He asked curiously. I stop and turn around.

 

"Being on the streets for about seven months. You learns things, you know things more, you get street smarts and work your way around things to get what you want. And I'm telling you the information I've gotten." I fold my arms and stare at him. "You may think I'm just a kid, but I can take care of myself, and I know what I'm doing." I turn to my bag again and stuff my blanket inside it.

 

"You shouldn't be alone." Batman says.

 

"Well, I am!" I say angrily. I don't know why it made me snap.

 

"Why aren't you at-" Batman begins.

 

"At home? An Orphanage?" I cut in angrily. "To tell you the truth... I don't know why I'm not either." I sigh and close my eyes. "Just go and do what you need to do." I stand up and throw my backpack over my shoulders. Batman watches me as I walk past him. "Good luck." I say before I start heading down the fire-escape. I hear his footsteps run and the become more and more faint.

I continue my way down.

 

I finally make it to the bottom and begin to walk back to my spot. I jog, because I hate being on the streets at night. I need to get back to my alley. I turn right, then another right down my alley. I turn left to my corner where no one bothers me. I toss my backpack into my hiding spot.

 

All of a sudden, an arm wraps around my arms and over my chest. And another goes over my mouth. I begin to scream and I try to pry the person's arm off of mine. I'm terrified. "Sh... shhh...." I hear the man say. I then realize there's something in his hand that is over my mouth. It's a napkin, and I'm inhaling whatever's on it. I begin to feel dizzy, the whole world is spinning. My body starts to go limp and my eyelids get heavier... and heavier. My eyes clothes and everything goes dark.

Edited June 4, 201411 yr by TheWayToDawn

To tell you the truth I'm not really into Batman and I just wanted to read something different for a change, but this is amazing so far! It had me hooked since the first sentence. Keep it up, I like your style!

 

Peace!

To tell you the truth I'm not really into Batman and I just wanted to read something different for a change, but this is amazing so far! It had me hooked since the first sentence. Keep it up, I like your style!  Peace!

Thank you. Glad you liked it

Before I start, I’d like to give credit to Bob Kane, the creator of Batman, to all of his Batman characters. I wanted to do something with his amazing series and include one of my own character’s.

 

 

~Chapter 2 - Trapped~

 

I hear the sounds of dripping water, the draft of a cool chill, and the sound of what I think is a distant yell. I slowly open my eyes, my vision is blurry. My body is heavy and I can't move. The only thing I can move is my eyes. I open my eyes wider and wider with each blink. All I see is a tan-orange wall, with dirt and mold all over it. There is water dripping from the ceiling in a corner. And it smells like worse than death in here. I want to gag so badly, but my body refuses to do anything. I hear the distant yell again, it sounds like a man, in pain. Where am I? And... what is this place? I think on what happened last night, at least I think it was last night. I remember that I met Batman, going to my hiding spot, throwing my backpack in, then someone grabs me. I don't remember anything after that. But all I know is that I'm here. I can't move, I can't really make a sound, and my eyelids still feel heavy. I close my eyes again, I then slowly drift back to sleep.

 

One year earlier...

 

"Dad, can we talk?" I say as I open his door to his room. His room is cluttered with dirty clothes pile, trash, and random beer bottles and boxes all over.

 

"Not now, sweetheart, I'm busy." He says taking a sip of his beer. I groan and walk in.

 

"No you're not." I say angrily. "You're drinking beer and watching your stupid TV." I kick some boxes out of my away.

 

"Don't you do that, young lady!" Dad shouts at me as he stands up threateningly. I fold my arms and look at him with disgust.

 

"You really think you can control me?" I ask angrily. "You really think you're the boss of me?"

 

"I'm your father, so I AM the boss of you!" He says threateningly.

 

"Excuse me?" I say angrily. "Who's the one that's bringing in the money? Who's the one who's acting like the grownup? Oh... yeah that's right. Me! Get off your butt and do something for a change. I'm sick and tired of picking up your slack!" Dad looks at me angrily and puts down his bottle.

 

"You talk to me like that again, you'll be in big trouble." He says pointing at me threateningly. His breath really reeked of liquor and lack of brushing his teeth.

 

"You don't scare me! You never have!" I say angrily. "Get over mom's death already, please! You're killing me!" I have tears pouring from my eyes, from frustration, anger, and stress.

 

"Your mother would be very disappointed in you." Dad says in a small threatening voice. "You're worthless." He pushed me out of his room and slams the door in my face. I yell and punch his door so hard that I literally left a fist imprint on the door.

 

"Jerk!" I scream at the door. I walk to my room and kick my dresser so hard that it almost fell over. I throw my pillow on the ground with anger and punch my bed. I tighten my hands on the bed sheets, squeezing the bed sheets harder and harder. Trying to collect myself. "The only person who is worthless around here... is you!" I mumble in a shaky tone. I shake my head and kick my dresser one more time, vibrating the dresser and everything on top of it. I look at the clock, it's 12:41. I'm late for the babysitting job. I scoop up my bag and walkout to my job.

 

When I get home, I see dad sleeping on the table. I shake my head in disgust and slam my bag on the table. It didn't even wake him. I roll my eyes, I look at the beer bottle in his hand. I then ran to his room. Picked up every single beer bottle, full boxes of beer, the bags, the cups. Everything. I shove them into boxes and bags. I then run out the door and go out. I see a person that usually buys beer and sells it off. I run to him.

 

"Hey, sir, I got these beers here. Wondering if you'd like to buy them." I say hold the one box in one hand and the bag in the other.

 

"Aren't you a little young to do this kind of deal?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

"You need stock. I need money and a conscious father." I say looking at him angrily. "Deal or not?" The man looked at me in surprise. And thought about it.

 

"Alright, how much you got?" He asked.

 

"Sixty-three bottles in this box and bag." I say placing them down in front of him. The guy nods with a satisfied look.

 

"Alright girl... Let's say... one fifty?" He asked with a shrug.

 

"Hundred?" I ask. He nods. "Okay take it. Give me my money." I hold out my hand. The guy chuckles and starts counting to one fifty.

 

"Extra ten bucks since you're such a good negotiator." He says handing me the money. I nod and walk back home. It's ten o'clock at night. Way to late for me to be out here. I go home, lay down in bed and pass out almost instantly.

 

Someone yanks my covers off, which makes me jump up and wide awake. "Where's my beer?" Dad spat angrily. "Where is it?" I get up off my bed and walk past him. My dad grabs my shoulder and pushes me against the wall. I try to shove him off. "Where's - my - beer?" He asked angrily.

 

"I sold it!" I say with a grunt as I try to push him away.

 

"Why?!" He yelled pushing my shoulder harder onto the wall. I kick him on the leg and push him away.

 

"I don't have time for this." I say angrily.

 

"Turn around and look at me!" He says pulling my shoulder. I spun on my heels and slapped him across the face.

 

"Shut up and stop your dang crying!" I spat angrily. I push him away again, trying to get out the front door.

 

"You... listen to me!" My dad grumbled and pulled me to him.

 

"Back off!" I yelled pushing him away again. Then there is a stinging sensation on the side of my face, I fall on the floor and grab onto my face. I kicked his heel and run out of the house. I run out behind a dumpster and begin to cry into my arms. I can't handle this anymore. If he does this to me again or if I find beer in the house when I come back. I'm leaving.

 

Present time...

 

I open my eyes and see someone staring at me. I gasp and push away. My body feels tingly since this is the first time I moved in a while. I actually don't know how long. I begin to panic, my breathing gets fast, I back up against the wall.

 

"Hey, don't worry. I'm here to check your vitals." The man says. He is wearing a doctor's suit. But he does not look like a doctor to me. I have a needle in my forearm, I rip it out and toss it.

 

"Let me out!" I say in a shaky tone. I hug my knees closely, in fear that he'll kill me. I watch his every move, as he picks up the needle and puts it away his kit.

 

"Hmm... you should be ready. I'll alert Crane." He gets up and walks out of the room.

 

What in the world? Who is Crane? Or... what is it?

 

I sit in the corner I pushed my self against and stay there. Shaking in fear and from being cold. I wish my mom was here. I wish my dad was here. I wish I was dead.

 

One year earlier...

 

I enter the house with caution. Afraid that my dad will jump me, but to my surprise. I hear someone crying in the back room. I walk in curiously, is that... my dad? I walk in the back carefully. It's coming from my dad's room. I open the door slowly.

"Dad?" I say quietly.

 

"No, stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you!" Dad says from behind his bed. I walk over and see he's slouched down, sitting on his knees, and he was crying.

 

"Dad? What's wrong?" I say holding onto his shoulder. "Dad?" I shake his arm.

 

"Abs, I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible father. I'm a poor excuse of one. What have I done? I'm so stupid... I'm so worthless." He says with a tear falling down the side of his face.

 

"Dad I..." I say. But I have nothing to say. He's right, he has been worthless. "Dad, please. I still need you." He looks at me confused.

 

"But... I haven't really been there for you. How was I there for you before?" He asked.

I think. "The funeral." I point out. "Dad... I still love you." I hug him. This is the first hug I've given him in two years or longer. He hugs me tightly.

 

"I'm sorry, Abs, I'm sorry." He says holding me tight. "I promise..." He says pushing me away and making me look at his eyes. "I promise, I'll never drink again."

 

"Okay." I say with a smile.

 

Present time...

 

I listen to all the sounds around me. I sometimes hear distant screams and shouts of pain, it scares me. I don't know where I am or what's going to happen to me. Am I going to scream in pain like that too? Am I just going to rot here? Will I die a slow painful death... or will it be quick? Will I ever die at all?

 

The door is getting unlocked from the other side. I begin to panic again. Do I jump him? Do I try to run for it? What do I do? The door open to reveal two men.

 

"Doctor says you're ready." One of them says.

 

"Ready...? Ready for what?" I asked still staying in my spot.

 

"Don't worry about it. Just come with us." The other one says.

 

"No." I refused. Both of the men shrugged and then walked to me. The grabbed both my arms and started pulling me. I fought against them, I pushed hard on the ground with my feet. Trying to push away. "No, no, no, let me go!" I scream in fear. "Please, let me go!"

 

Both the men drag me harder and harder. I keep keep pushing away as I'm being dragged in an awkward position. "No!" I scream. They pull me out to the hallway. It's a frightening narrow hallways, with few working lights, some flickering, metal doors, white walls with mold or dirt all over them.

 

Where am I?!

 

I keep trying to pull away from them. I hear footsteps behind me. But I try to ignore it. I keep pulling and pulling. Then something hard hits me on the side of my head. Everything then goes dark again.

 

Three years earlier...

 

"I... I would like to thank you all for attending tonight." My dad says at the podium. "I would like to give a speech, regarding Emma's life. And what she's done for me... Sh-she... She..." My dad then cried into his hand.

 

I stand up and walked to the podium, I pat my dad on the shoulder and take over. I took out some papers, the speech I prepared a week ago. "Hi... My name is Abigail." I say into the mic. "I'll take over for my dad. And I-I wanted to give a speech about my mother." I place the papers nicely on the podium. I look over the words. "M-m-my mother... My mother... I... uh..." I stutter. I shake my head and throw the papers down.

 

I take in a deep breath and then start. "My mother was the best mom of all. She sang to me, she helped me with my homework, she helped me clean, she helped me get ready to go out, most of all she loved me. My mom would never back out on her promise's. She was a hardworking woman and dedicated mom. She worked hard day and night. She treated me and dad with most kindness." A tear left one of my eyes. "My mom, she did charity events. She was a nurse at one point in time, she helped little kids like me. She-she saved a child's life. She even saved mine. Sh-she... she showed what a person should really be like. M-my mom... she loved me... she cared for me... and... she's my hero." I finish and a few tears start rolling down my cheeks. I wipe my tears on my arms, trying to pull myself together. I walk back to my seat in silence. People smile at me and some stand up to give me hugs. I shrug them off and sit on my seat. I bow my head, crying softly.

 

Present time...

 

I then hear a man talking, it sounds like an echo. Where is that coming from? I hear the clinking of metal or a bottle of some sort. I then hear another man's voice. What's going on? A bright light then shines through. I open my eyes to get blinded by the same light. I shut my eyes tightly and jerk my head to the side. I try to move my hand up, but there are restraints on my arms from keeping me to do so. I open my eyes quickly and look at my hands. There's leather restraints on my wrists, I can't move my legs. I'm on a table of some sort, I look around the room. There's a heart monitor, IV, and other medical equipment I cannot name. "H-hello?" I utter. I hear a noise above me and I quickly look. There's someone moving around things and working over there.

 

"So, you're finally awake." He says turning to me. I gasp as I see that he doesn't have a human face. He has a mask of a scarecrow. He walks to the door and opens it up to have a man enter. "Get to work." The man nods and starts to set up a machine. It has some sort of mask inhaler connected to it. I look at the man with the mask on, he watches me for a moment and heads to a table on my left. I think he's putting something on his arms. It looks like he's sliding something on. I watch the other guy fixing the machine, whatever he's doing, he's putting something in the machine. I'm way to afraid to say anything, no words can escape me. I glance back at the man with the mask, he's still doing whatever he is doing. I look up at the bright light above, hoping that it would, I don't know, maybe just do something.

 

"I'm done, sir." The man says on my right. He goes to the door to exit.

 

"Excellent. Now leave." The masked man orders. I hear his footsteps get closer to me. Something thin and cold touches my arm. I jump and quickly look where I feel the chill. He has some kind of glove with needles, and orange fluid pumping through it. My body begins to shake, he rubs the cold thin metal on my arm and walks around the table to the mask inhaler. I watch him, hoping that he won't torture me. "Now tell me... what are your greatest fears?" I looked at him confusingly. What could that possibly mean? Before I can even respond he takes the mask inhaler and shoves it onto my face. Some sort of steam pumps through it and I begin to cough. I jerk my head back and forth, trying to get it away. It works because he takes it back. I begin to cough harder. It's hard for me to breathe. Something stabs into my right forearm. I scream in pain, I feel tears leak out of my eyes. I let out short cries of pain. Trying to keep calm. My eyes begin to act funny, then the world is different.

 

I look over to the masked man and scream in fear. I see a thing with long teeth, big black eyes, snakelike nose, and it's growling and hissing. I scream so loud, that my hold body shakes. I hear cackling of laughter from this creature. "What's wrong, little girl? Can't take your own insanity? What you think is real, has been a lie!" I shake my head, my heart is pounding, my body is shaking. I open my eyes and see spiders crawling on the ceiling, the spiders gather up and begin to fall on me. I scream as I shake my head from side to side, and try to escape the restraints. "Everything you believed in, will crumble onto you..."

 

"Who - who are you?" I cried. My sobs become louder and louder, my eyes are flooding with tears.

 

"I am - the Scarecrow." His voice became raspy and evil like. I look over and see him cackling like a creature. His big long teeth that could rip me to shreds. I scream again and my breathing quickens, and I begin to feel light-headed. I look down and see a snake wrapped on my leg.

 

"No! Stop!" I scream looking away. I hear a crash of something breaking and everything goes dark. I sob in the darkness, hoping this madness would end. I hear something moving, a thing being knocked over, someone grunting as if they were fighting. Something grabs my left wrist and I scream again. Wanting to pull away from it.

 

"Don't panic." I hear a familiar voice. I search around, looking for the source of this voice somewhere in the darkness. "You're gonna be okay." I feel a the restraints one by one get loosened. I keep crying and shaking. I feel something pull me up by my upper arm. I scream and try to push away. "No, I'm not going to hurt you. Stay calm!" I get picked up and I cover my face, sobbing. Feeling my mind slipping away from me. I cry out again as I hear a gunshot. I start hitting the person who is holding me. I'm trying to make him let me go. He grips me tighter and tries to keep me more still. "Stay calm." His voice is more calmer with me. I begin to stop crying, I move my head back and forth for no reason. I keep shaking my head slowly. Feeling my heart rate that is still fast, my mind is getting foggy and it's slipping away from me. I can't think straight, I can't really think of anything.

I get placed onto a seat and get strapped in. My head hangs down, I can't move again. I hear the engine and feel the rumbles of the vehicle. The vehicle begins to move. "You're going to be okay. Don't sleep." I hear the man say. We hit a bump and it somehow sprung me to life. I gasp and look around, breathing quickly. Everything that is three feet or farther is blurry, and bright lights stretch out of existence. I grip onto the leather seats, trying to sink my nails through them. My mind is feeling foggier and foggier. I hear another gunshot. I flinch, cover my ears and start to scream. I then begin to hear whispers, which I cannot understand because they are all talking at once.

 

"S-stop it!" I cry out as the whispers get louder. I feel myself slipping away, I open my eyes and see that everything is still hazy, everything is still stretching out of existence. The whispers suddenly stop, then I hear two men argue. I hear another gunshot and I try to curl into a ball. I have a splitting headache, I can't think, I can barely see, I'm confused, afraid. Someone touches my arm, I begin to shake and tremble. I feel the straps release me then I get lifted up. I hear a waterfall, I hear a couple of people talking. I begin to hyperventilate, my breathing becomes tougher and tougher. It feels like my throat is closing, my heart is racing. I get placed on something cold and solid. I lay on my back, shaking my head again, trying to comprehend what's happening. I open my eyes and the same monster I saw, comes rushing at my face. I scream out and try to pull away. I try to move. But I feel a hand on one arm and a hand on my other arm. I try to fight them off as I scream, I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to see the thing again. I get a sharp pain in my upper left arm. I gasp and I feel my body slowly become limp, everything becomes darker and darker. I then drift off to sleep.

 

Eight months earlier...

 

My hands are cuffed behind me. A cop is guiding me through the hall. I shake my head, knowing it was stupid to leave. But I had to do it. The cop puts me into a room and closes the door behind me. I pace the back and forth impatiently, I wish they never caught me. I was doing fine. The door opens to reveal Gordon, I groan as he guides me to the seat. He unlocks my cuffs and I rest my hands on the table. "So, you guys finally got me..." I grumble.

 

"Why did you run?" Gordon asked with an exhausted tone.

 

"Because I didn't want to be at the orphanage in the first place." I say with a shrug.

 

"So, you just decided to leave?" He asked looking at me strange.

 

"Yeah... But I don't exactly see the problem. When I left, that meant Gotham has one less mouth to feed. Because I can take care of myself."

 

"But that's not the way to live, Abigail. You need to-"

 

"Gordon, stop treating me like I'm your child! I'm fine! I'd rather be alone, then with people who tell me lies." I cut in angrily.

 

"That's not how it goes, Abigail! I cannot let you run around the streets, alone, unprotected." He says with concern.

 

"I don't need protection! I don't need anyone! Just leave me alone." I say angrily as I get up. Gordon shakes his head and sighs.

 

"I'm sorry, Abigail. You have to be in an Orphanage. We're taking you to one in a few minutes." He gets up and leaves the room. I shake my head and pound my fist on the table angrily, making the sound echo throughout the entire room.

 

Present time...

 

I hear a waterfall from a distance, I feel mist and a cool draft. I slowly open my eyes. My eyes are a little watery, I rub my eyes and blink a few times. I look at the ceiling and see that it's a cave ceiling. With bats flying around at the top. Where am I? I slowly begin to sit up, my bones begins to slowly pop, and my body tenses. How long has it been, since I have fallen asleep? I look to my left to see a vehicle I've never seen before. I look to my right to see an enormous amount of computers, with a table of gadgets by it. Someone is at front of the computers. Curiosity gets the better of me and I slide of the table slowly. I feel the cold wet rock beneath me. I did not know my shoes were off, I thought I had them on. I carefully walk on the rocks and on the path to the person. I see a bat cowl on the table next to him, I stop dead in my tracks surprised. I do a short fake cough to catch his attention. He flinched and reaches for his cowl, he shuts down the computer, which I was not paying attention to in the first place. In the reflection of the screens, I see a familiar man's face. Where have I see his face before? He puts on the cowl and turns to me.

 

"So, you finally woke up." He says in a tired tone. I don't say anything, I'm still trying to think who he is. "How are you feeling?" He makes his way towards me.

 

"Hungry." I say folding my arms.

 

"You need to be more specific." Batman stops a couple of feet away from me.

 

"I'm fine." I say with a hint of boredom in my tone. I look down and tuck my hair behind my ear. I then remember his face, I know who he is. I saw him on a newspaper not to long ago. "So I was right, you do have money."

 

"What?" Batman asked. He looked taken back.

 

"Batman, in fact, is a millionaire." I say with a shrug. "He's also a playboy, according to the people of Gotham."

 

"What are you trying to say?" He asked blankly.

 

"I know you're not that stupid to not catch on." I say tapping my foot. "Went missing for seven years, then all of a sudden appears out of nowhere. Then a few months later, there's this masked vigilante called; Batman? Can't believe I didn't see this sooner. Am I right, Bruce?" Batman looks at me with surprise. He looks shocked that I guessed it. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." I add. He looks at me unsure. "Remember what I said on the roof. I'm on - your - side."

 

"How do you just assume I'm 'Bruce Wayne'?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

 

"I saw your face. When you turned off the computer monitors." I say nodding to the computers. "You should be more careful. Especially if you want to keep a secret from the people of Gotham. And well... me. Should've turned it off after you put on your cowl." I pause to see he looks shocked, I shove my hands into my back pockets and jerk my head to the side to have my hair go the other way. "Thanks, Bruce, for saving me. But I'll be on my way now. Just show me the exit and I'll go. I don't want to be a burden and I don't want to stay any longer then I want to."

 

"You can't. There could be side effects from what Scarecrow has injected you with." Bruce says in concern. "You have to stay here for at least two weeks. Also I need to catch him before you can go back out. He could catch you and work his way around the antidote."

 

"Listen, Bruce, I appreciate your concern. But I'm fine. I can defend myself." I say folding my arms boldly.

 

"Like you did when you got captured?" He asked. I feel offended by this.

 

"They jumped me!" I say frustratingly. "I couldn't defend myself I-"

 

"What happen if they jumped you again? Then what will you do?"

 

"I-I-I-I... uh..." I stutter. I can't think of anything in my defense. He is right. What if they do jump on me again? "I'm not going to stay any longer then two weeks. I promise you that." He nods and walks back to the computers. "Where would I have stayed, if I didn't know who you were?"

 

"I would've put you with the police for protection." He says without looking at me. He takes off his cowl and places it on the table. "Alfred, come down and take Abigail upstairs."

 

"Um... alright, Master Bruce." I hear an unsure voice come from one of the computer monitors. I slowly walk to the computer and observe it.

 

"Don't touch anything." Bruce ordered me. I roll my eyes and kept observing the keys and the monitors. I wonder if Bruce will ever let me touch the computer.

 

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked as I slowly made my way to the gadget table.

 

"The drug deal you were notifying me about. I checked it out." He said typing a few things on the computer. I nod and picked up a metal thing that's shaped like a bat."It was exactly when and where you said it was." I put down the metal bat-thing and looked at a claw. "I interrogated one of them and said something about Scarecrow, doing experiments. I went to go check it out, to find you there. You're lucky I got there when I did."

 

"So if I didn't tell you about the drug deal, I'd be dead?" I asked placing down the claw and picking up another gadget. It has a device with a screen on it. "What is this?"

 

"You could've been dead or..." Bruce says as he takes the device out of my hand. "You would have been driven into insanity." He then sticks up the device. "This, is a Cryptographic Sequencer. It allows me to break into access boxes for doors and gates. And hack into radio frequencies." He places the Sequencer down. I nod and look at the other gadgets. I hear something echoing from the other side of the cave. It sounds like a machine is running. I look over to see metal doors slide open. An elderly, well dressed man, that I assume is Alfred, walks out from the doors. Alfred stops in front of us, he seems happy but also he look suspicious.

 

"Good afternoon, Miss Johnson." He says with a respectful nod of his head. I give him a smile. "So, how long will our guest be

staying?" He looks over to Bruce.

 

"Two weeks, maybe longer." Bruce says plainly. "She needs to have something to eat, she also might want some new clothes. And can you make sure she stays comfortable?"

 

"Of course, sir." Alfred says with an assuring smile. "Come with me, Miss Johnson." I follow Alfred to the elevator. As we make our way up, I glance over my shoulder and see Bruce slowly turning to the computer. I walk into the elevator with Alfred. He hits a button and we get sent up. "You alright, miss?"

 

"I guess." I say with a shrug. Bruce said there could be side effects from what Scarecrow has given me. What sort of side effects? Will it hurt me? Will it be permanent? What will I endure from this? Nothing good can come out of what has happened and what it'll do to me in the future.

 

Just a quick note here. If the characters seem off character, like Bruce or Alfred. Please let me know. Cause I kinda wrote the ending when I was a little stumped. Thanks!
 

~TWTD

Edited July 9, 201411 yr by TheWayToDawn

Not bad I must say. I found two mistakes:

 

She was a nurse at one point time - I think it should say "one point IN time"

 

I shake my head and pound my fist on the table angrily. Making the sound echo throughout the entire room. - It would be better if there was a comma instead of a period. 

 

Sorry if I sound like I'm nitpicking but you won't find any published books out there with any kind of grammatical error.

 

Other than that, I'm liking this so far! The story is really intriguing. Again, I'm not a big fan of Batman, but I was engaged anyway, so that's a really good sign!

 

Peace!

Not bad I must say. I found two mistakes:

 

She was a nurse at one point time - I think it should say "one point IN time"

 

I shake my head and pound my fist on the table angrily. Making the sound echo throughout the entire room. - It would be better if there was a comma instead of a period. 

 

Sorry if I sound like I'm nitpicking but you won't find any published books out there with any kind of grammatical error.

 

Other than that, I'm liking this so far! The story is really intriguing. Again, I'm not a big fan of Batman, but I was engaged anyway, so that's a really good sign!

 

Peace!

 

Thanks. And I don't mind you auto correcting my things. I'm actually hoping for people to point out the flaws so I can fix it. So thank you

I'm happy you're enjoying the story!