The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Twenty-One

When I woke up, Batman was sitting there beside me. He was holding my hand and patiently waiting for me to wake up. His eyes were closed, his head was bowed. To be honest, this had to be the most beautiful image I had ever seen of him. Sure he may be a dark knight but he was a big hearted man with little left. He wanted the best of everyone and he just wanted justice. I saw it when he brought Joker, the most hated and powerful villian in Gotham to Arkham Asylum. He would escape and hurt more people but Batman was giving them chances at life, praying that they would change. 

But is that going to happen to me?

I didn't want it to happen to me. I wanted to change but I didn't want others to help me. I wanted to do this on my own, figure everything out and make sure that I didn't hurt anymore. I didn't know the extent of my powers and it scared me. 

"You're going to be alright," Batman said and squeezed my hand. 

"I don't understand anything," I told him truthfully, "It seems like a nightmare." 

"If it helps, I know something that may actually help you." He commented. 

"What?" I asked quickly sitting up but that just made me dizzy. He used his free hand to put it on my back and brought the head of the hospital bed up so that I could sit up comfortably. I was eager to see what he had to say and knowing Batman, whatever he was going to say was going to be something good. He sighed and shook his head.

"This is a long shot but I was doing some research in your blood. It looks like you lack adrenal glands which help produce fear." He told me. It made sense, kind of. I nod, knowing what he was saying and then he told me something that was far worse then anything I had ever heard in my life. He told me that the man Jonathan Crane can help me out. 

Scarecrow himself. 

I shook my head, "Bats its to risky," I said looking at him. I saw this sparkle in his pretty blue eyes. Gosh, I never knew how much of a sucker I am for blue eyes but when it came to him, I fell for it completely. He stands up and looks down at me, making me feel all weird inside. He was tall, a lot taller than me, of course his buldging muscles didn't help but it wasn't the looks that really got me. They didn't help my flesh but his heart is what spoke to me. He was a mystery man and I like it like that. I didn't know much on him and he didn't know much on me other than we were different from the rest of the world. He needed to put fear into man so that the truth could come out. 

I, on the other hand, need it to survive. 

"I'll be with you. Nightwing, Robin and I will be there for you." He tells me. 

I sighed.

"Alright," I said, really not giving a whole lot of thought, "I'll go." 

"First things first. Eat, drink, and we will talk about keeping a level head." 

I smiled at him and I watched Batman walk away into the Batcave and walked towards his car to talk to Nightwing and Robin. 

Author's Note

OK so...the description on fear was found on Google. I have no idea if it's right, I don't have a whole lot of data so it was just in and out type of thing. So ... if anything, let me know! XD Don't you love how sweet Bats is to her? I know Batman is a hard butt but I think there are times when he is a big softie :D