The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Fourteen

I woke up dizzy and feeling weird but better.

The voices weren't strong, maybe they were still sleeping.

This time though, I was warm and cozy. I didn't even want to move. I snuggled into the comforter and the blankets and smiled. I prayed, thanking Jesus for keeping me safe as I slept through this dream. I was home again, wasn't I? I was home, in my bed, dreaming about weird powers and of Batman. Even though the guy hardly showed emotion, it was still the best dream I had ever had. I was smiling and beaming and a knock came on the door. I sat up happy as heck to be able to see my mother and father but when the door opened, it wasn't my parents. It was an old man that was a butler. We didn't have a butler. I sat there in the bed with the blankets to my chest and panic started again. What happened? Where am I? How long have I been here?

"W-who are you?" I asked as the man came inside the room with a tray of food and sets it down on my nightstand. There were a small vase and a flower to make it brighter but there was nothing bright about this situation. I looked at the man who looked like he was going to tell me something but that's when he cleared his throat and pressed something on his watch.

"Master Bruce. She is awake,"

That's all he said before he left out of the door and closed it behind him.

Why am I in Bruce Manor?

I was with Batman not long ago.

Why did he bring me here?

Footsteps creaked outside of the door. I was getting scared now. I know that I was at Bruce Wayne's house but not knowing what was on the other side of that door was torture. I thought that it could very well be the Penguin but my thoughts soon went away when I heard my mother's voice. I jumped from the bed and ran to the door. Bruce told them that we were going to surprise me but I was the one that opened the door quickly and jumped into my mother's arms. My father said thank you to Bruce Wayne over and over again. We were a family again. I was so happy to have my family back and knowing that they were alright made me feel better.

"How can we ever repay you?" My mother asked Bruce Wayne while she held me. I was quietly crying in her chest, really wanting to go home.

"Nothing, Ma'am but I do ask that she stays here with me, juts for a few weeks,"

That devastated me. Why did have to stay here? Why can't I go home with my family!? The questions got worse in my head and whatever happened to me while I was asleep was playing a toll on me. I was getting angry and those feelings were coming back. I saw the look on Bruce Wayne's face when he looked at me. My parents started to back off when they saw the anger twist on my face.

"I am going home!" I yelled at him. I didn't want to be here! I was a test subject in this home! I met Batman for the first time and I had never felt more lost than ever. I was alone without my parents that and there was a mad man out there who was willing to kill my parents if, given the chance, that is. I wasn't going to let Penguin ruin my family. Ever again.

"Don't do this," Bruce whispered, "Fight it! Gain control!" He said to me. There was gentleness in his eyes, something that told me something else. There was something about those eyes that made me see something. A window to the soul but when I looked, he blocked all emotion. He made sure I couldn't see more than just the surface. For some reason, that made me angrier. I don't know why it did but something about Bruce Wayne made me furious. That's when the demons came out of the box and wrapped themselves around me.

That's when I did something terrible.

"You're a freak! Just like her!" My dad hollers, "I knew it! I--"

"Shut up!" My mother shouted at him, "It isn't her fault!"

"She's right, Pops," said the demons, "It isn't your fault. It's yours."

That's when I watched in horror, the death of my mom and dad before Bruce and his son had time to step in.