Madison's POV: I sat there writing stuff down. Thinking of how I could help Bruce and myself. The only way I could feel safe is by having something in here to protect myself. Bruce removed all things out of my room in which I could hurt anyone with. Jason is still out there somewhere and he could come for me. How would I protect myself when I was left with nothing?! I had absolutely nothing in my room!The worst I could do is slam their head into the walls...what damage would that do if I am being attacked by someone stronger then me?! I heard Bruce still lightly knocking. It stopped suddenly and I was gonna open the door but I decided not to just yet. I hung up news paper clipping all to do about the joker. You would think I would have something mentioning "Batman" but no. Just Joker. It wasn't that he interested me, I hated him with a burning passion. He took so much from me and Bruce. I started to cry a bit and that's when They finally got my door open. I looked up and wiped my tears. Bruce Hugged me tight and sat on the floor with me.
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The Sister...?
RandomWhat if Bruce Wayne had a sister? How would his story change? Read to find out...
