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going home

There she sat.
Nobody else knew who she was or what was going through her mind.
After all, I'm only seven
She thought.
Where was she to go; she didn't have a life.
Literally.
She didn't have anyone - not even the people rushing around mindlessly everywhere like a sea of bodies cared for her existence. She hated the decision she had made, look where it put her, but would she have never done it - that's the actual question.
She sighed. How was this going to work. She expected to arrive there and meet her secretively. No - that was all too cliché. What if she isn't even at the house anymore? She thought and began to panic.
     When she eventually willed herself to calm down, she had a plan
She was finally going back to a place where she shouldn't really be.
A place so dangerous she'd die.
A place called home.
A place called Gotham.

A/N
Hi guys if you were able to guess who this is about then you are seriously smart because I tried to be as discreet as ever.
Thanks for reading so far and please more votes.