Card Game

Family Issues

I am in a room next to a tall lanky man with red hair and green eyes. He is wearing a tuxedo of some sort carrying trays of champagne where ever he goes. The room is covered in balloons and streamers with a majestic diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There is no one else in the room but us. The strange man turns to face me and says, "your powers are a curse you know. They will only bring you bad luck and death where ever you go. Take this from me my child, learn to control it. I did and look where I am now. You may have been mine once but if you continue you will no one else's for the rest of your life."

He laughs maniacally as he grows bigger and is about to swallow me before I wake with a start and notice that I'm breathing heavily and sweating like mad. I hate nightmares about my dad, they start off so well yet end so horrifically and we end up in the weirdest of situations.

"Good afternoon Miss." I sit up right at the sound of an voice so familiar but, I cannot pin point it. I look around the room and realise that I am sat in a bed with red silk sheets and an old man in a waiter ish tuxedo is sat next. He looks grandfatherly yet strong and kind. I can't misplace that moustache anywhere though.

"Oh my god. Alfred?" He looks surprised but maintains his character.

"That is correct my dear. And now you know my name may I have the same pleasure in knowing yours?" He smiles sweetly and waits for an answer.

"Riddian Saint. It is an honour to meet you sir." I stick out my arm for a handshake and he takes it warmly.

"The pleasure is all mine Riddian." He flashes another sweet smile. I suddenly remember my head and touch where the gash was. It has been neatly stitched up and has healed well.

"How long have I been out for?" I keep feeling the almost healed wound on my head. It is covered by my thick red hair so it isn't that noticeable which is good.

"A good two days now. The master did the stitching himself. He said you were different from the other fourteen year olds he's met before." He hands me a glass of water from the bedside table.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I smile to myself taking a sip from the glass.

"It means he likes you. He told me that you're somewhat different and to give you the best recovery I could." He smiles warmly and stands to walk out of the room. "I will let the Master know you are awake." He steps towards the door.

"Wait!" He stops and turns to face me. "What is the master's name?" I already know but I just want to make sure of it.

"Bruce Wayne." He opens the door and walks out closing it behind him. I knew it!! Wow, Bruce Wayne is the Batman. It doesn't make sense. This is the DC world! Maybe this is some sort of destiny thing. Nahhhh. I laugh to myself almost spilling the water.

I take another sip and place it down on the bedside table. Sitting up slowly, I remove the red silk bed sheets and swing my legs around to the side. My combat boots are next to my feet so I put them on roughly. As I look around the room there is nothing really that interesting so I decide to go for a wander. Closing the door behind me, I walk out to a stair case going down. I must be on the second level. I start heading down when I recognise a familiar door in the very back corner next to the room I just came from. I walk back up the stairs and stand in front of it to get a better look.

It is dark oak wood with pictures of animals and plants carved all over the sides like a border. In the middle there is a single rose with thorns carved into the wood. I reach out and trace the delicate flower with two fingers. I realise that there is no handle. This has to be it.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" I turn around to see that Bruce Wayne is stood behind me in his suit pants and light blue shirt, also admiring the door. I look back nodding.