The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dear Jasper, 

I know you keep waking up in Bruce Wayne's home but I needed Nightwing to make you sleep so I can take you to safety. I am getting the fear toxin from Jonathan Crane but it's taking a while. Hang in there, I'll see you tonight. 

--Batman

I woke up to that on my nightstand. It was folded up nicely and of course, it was on black paper and written with a strong white ink. But seeing this made my heart leap. I smiled and felt my spirit soar. I can't believe Batman wrote to me! But, when that thought came to mind, another thought followed. 

Did he read my journal?

I blushed madly and put my hand under the pillow and my eyes went wide. This can't be happening! Through panic, I tore apart the room in search for my journal. I couldn't have left it in the Batcave! Batman can't read it! First of all, it was embarrassing and second off I needed that! That was my only communication with the man! I was throwing everything in my room and trying so hard to find it but I couldn't find anything besides clothes that Alfred put in the room for me. I groaned and shook my head. This was going to be an awkward night seeing Batman and all. I walked into the bathroom and made the mistake of looking into the mirror. My father appeared behind me and slammed my head against the mirror, shattering it and causing a piece of glass to go in my head. 

"What are you thinking?!" He shouted. 

"Dad--"

"No! You are a Princess of Darminian! You are to act like it! Our planet is dying, don't you get that?!" 

"No! I don't get anything!" I shouted back. 

This was my real body. One that I was still healing from. My nails felt like they were falling off, my back was stinging uncontrollably to the point that it was nearly numb and I shouldn't even be walking. Love was keeping me strong though and my father was trying to take it away from me. I was only my bum though, looking up to my father who was supposed to be dead.

"The good thing is," He smirked, coming down to my level, "Is that we never die. You will never die, Jasper. Too bad you don't have a healing factor." He said and that's when he started to do a lot of things to me. I don't mean anything gross except for breaking a finger or two, hitting me and then telling me that he was sick of me and so were the leaders of Darminian.

"When I come back, I am bringing an army with me." He said and in an instant, he was gone. I laid there sobbing and holding my fingers to my chest. I couldn't feel my back and I was scared, this was the worst feeling in the world. I could hardly breathe even. This is when I needed a hero the most. I needed my Batman so that I could be in his warm embrace and down in the cold parts of the Batcave where I would be safe. 

"Miss Jasper?" 

Alfred! 

I crawled to the door and used my feet to kick at the door. He opened the door and gasped, quickly coming down to the floor and helping me. He was calling for Master Wayne and Master Dick and they were here in an instant. Before long, I was on my bed and the men were surrounding me and I couldn't help but glare at Bruce. This was all his fault. It had to be. He knew something and he wouldn't tell me. He brought my evil father near me and I hated him for it. Who knows! He could be apart of all of this! Master Dick left out the door to go and get ice from the kitchen with Alfred and Bruce was sitting on my bed bandaging my fingers, putting them into a brace.

"This is going to hurt," He mutters and before I could react, a sharp pain went up to my arm as he straightened my finger for the brace and wrapped it tightly. He was right, it hurt but it wasn't the very worst pain I had suffered, "I am going to take you to the hospital--"

"No," I whispered, "You can't take me there," 

"It's the only--"

"No it isn't, billionaire," I growled, "You will take me to Batman." 

He laughed at me, I jerked my hand away from him. He shouldn't be laughing at me. I didn't want to be mad at him or hate him but what he was doing was hurting me a lot. He was smiling though, that smile reminded me or someone. For a moment, when Bruce looked at me, there wasn't anything wrong in the world anymore. He looked away and patched up my arm where it was bleeding from my father's nails tearing off the skin. 

"Alright," He chuckled, "I shall call up my good friend and have him come and pick you up." He smiled, "But you need to drink some stuff Alfred is going to bring to you, it will help with your back pain until we figure out what is going on," He explained. 

"It won't make me sleep will it?" I asked gently. I really don't want to be knocked out again. 

Bruce shook his head, "Nope, just make you calmer." 

He got to his feet and walked out the door. I laid there and closed my eyes, thinking about my encounter with Batman.