Batman's daughter

My name is Poppy Elizabeth-Grace Wayne. Alfred and my dad call me Peg. I have always just loved it when I was younger and it stuck. Yes I am Bruce Wayne's daughter. Though his isn't really a dad. As I grew up in Wayne Manor, my father always would leave unexpectedly and returns months or even years after.

Whenever he was ever back, I always ran down the stairs case of the great hall, to the courtyard to great him as he jumped out of the car. He always patted my head and kissed my forehead, whispering two words to me. "Hello Peg", before he would enter the house.

He always looked numb and was empty in the eyes. He took no notice in my upbringing. Alfred was practically my family, he raised me, he was my father to me. Rachel, was always a great family friend, she was almost like my motherly influence. I have no idea who my mother was, my father never talks about her.

The last time I ever saw my father was when I was ten and I remember it clearly in my head like ringing bells. It was for the hearing of the man who murdered my grandparents.

"Will you be heading back to Princeton after the hearing, sir......or can I persuade you to stay on for a day or two?" Alfred asked as I brightened up. I left the piano I had been practicing as I started to race through the house as fast as my little feet would carry me, following the sounds of my father's voice. I hadn't seen him in two years, no post card, no happy birthday phone call. I liked to tell myself he was really busy and he would call later but I knew better.

"I'm not heading back at all." I heard my father snap, as I leant against a column peeking down at the two climbing the stairs.

"You don't like it there?" Alfred asked him.

"I like it fine." I heard my father snap as I just watched in the shadows. "They just don't feel the same way."

"I've prepared the master bedroom." Alfred informed him as I saw a mad look cross my father's face as I hugged tighter to the marble column.

"No. My room will be fine." He growled as Alfred sighed, and turned to my father as they stopped in the middle of the staircase.

"With all due respect, sir, Wayne Manor is your house.--" Alfred began before he was cut off.

"No, Alfred, it's my father's house." Bruce snapped as he shoved past Alfred. Alfred didn't take any offense, which I had always admired as he didn't move but looked up as my father stopped to turn to him.

"Your father is dead." He stated bluntly as pain just flooded my father's face.

"This place is a mausoleum. If I have my way, I'll pull the damn thing down brick by brick." He snapped as Alfred was getting annoyed, it was obvious as he 'gently' placed my father's suitcase on the grand marble stairs.

"This house, Master Wayne, has sheltered six generations of your family." He hissed.

"Why do you give a damn, Alfred? It's not your family." Though it was Alfred's family. It was the only family Alfred had.

"I give a damn because a good man once made me responsible......for what was most precious to him......in the whole world." Alfred spoke solemnly before I ran out from my hiding spot.

"Daddy!" I cried as I ran down the stairs towards him, I saw Alfred smile at me, as my father bend down, like usual, he ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. Not showing much love in those numb eyes he had.

"Hey Peg" His voice sounded forced, as I felt my hope slipping inside of me. He straightened, as my smile slowly faded from my face.

"Miss Poppy why don't you go finish playing?" Alfred suggested as I just nodded holding back tears. My father turned from me to Alfred as I just ran back up the stairs.