Mimic

Wayne Manor

I groaned as my eyes opened. I held my plush pillow close to my face and pulled my soft blankets up to my chin. Wait, I looked around at my surroundings, where am I? I was in a large bedroom that was empty except for the bed I was currently in and a dresser. I slowly got out of bed, immediately wanting to go back to its warmth, but I trudged on. Silently, I opened the door and peeked out to see an empty hallway. I tiptoed into the hall, and started going in the direction I hoped was out. After wandering around for a bit in the magnificent and huge house I was in, I found a grand staircase. I raced down the stairs.

"Going somewhere, mistress?" a polite and vaguely British voice said, stopping me dead in my tracks. I looked at the source of the voice. To my right, there was an old man dressed fancily in what I assumed what a butler's suit.

"Who are you?" I asked, keeping my guard up, "Where am I?"

"My name is Alfred, and you're at the Wayne Manor."

"Wayne Manor," I whispered to myself, then replied, "Did Dick bring me here?"

"Yes, and I think he'd like to talk to you before you leave."

"I don't care what he-" I started to snap.

"I'm hurt," Dick's voice said from behind me. I spun around and glared daggers at him.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"You needed medical attention, and it's not like I could leave you in the middle of nowhere," Dick said matter-of-factually. 

"How did you know I was there?"

"I'm a tech genius," Dick said as if it were obvious, "Right Alfie?" he looked for back-up from his butler, who seemingly disappeared. 

"How long were you in the warehouse?" I said warily. If he heard anything, I was dead.

"Just long enough to hear you screaming your head off."

Thank God, I thought to myself. I tried not to let my relief show on my face.

"Are you," he started slowly, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I said defensively.

"It's just that you were screaming and crying, and you seemed to be in pain," Dick said softly, his calm voice and steady blue eyes making me want to cry and pour my heart out to him.

"I was in pain," I muttered. We were silent for a moment.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen," Dick told me. I was tempted to tell him something, anything.

"My name is Julia," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Julia Matthews," Dick said with a small smile.

"Actually," I winced, "I made up Matthews."

"Then what's your last name?"

"I don't have one."

"How do you not have a last name?" Dick asked incredulously.

"Legally, I don't exist."

"What are you-" Dick started, though I quickly ran away. I acted on an impulse and flew back up the stairs as fast as I could.

I said too much, I cursed myself. That's exactly what he wanted! He's toying with your mind, Julia. I ran around aimlessly, having no clue where I was going. I finally settled on locking myself into a room for the time being. Which was, in reality, a pretty horrible plan. But I could overpower Dick if I tried hard enough. If push came to shove.

Anyway, I got into a room and swiftly locked it. I then moved a dresser in front of the door so Dick couldn't follow me in. Finally having a second to calm down, I looked around the room I was in. It was a bedroom and was filled with things. It had a desk that was an orderly mess, covered with books and paper though it had an apparent system. The floor was spotless except for gymnastic mats that were used like rugs. The bed, which was a wine red, was neatly made. There were multiple posters up on the walls. A Batman one, Batman and Robin, Young Justice, Justice League, and a Flash and Kidflash poster among others. 

"Crap," I muttered. This was Dick's room. Out of all the rooms in this house, I chose Dick's! Ugh, just my luck.