A New Life

Chapter 9

Leslie's POV

I sat on the cold floor with a blanket around me, staring at the ground while Batman (or rather, Bruce) typed on his computer. I still couldn't believe he told me his identity. What changed? Was it me? Was it the very sudden, unexpected, and heartbreaking news I had just received? Either way, that was a twist.

"Leslie, the name Bruce Wayne doesn't ring a bell to you, does it?" He asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"No? Why would it?" I replied, confused.

"You'll see." He shrugged.

"I was very cut off from the world. So if you're some celebrity then don't expect me to know." I said to him.

That would make sense, however.
All these fancy gadgets, the car(s), the computers, and even the personal medical facilities, all in one high tech cave. All that costs a fortune! Even I know that.

"I don't. But...Joker and Harley robbed my charity event not too long ago. I guess you weren't apart of that." He shrugs.

"I wasn't apart of a lot of things. They didn't tell me much either." I explained, sitting up. " I mainly just eavesdropped conversations. Joker would send me out with notebook paper, a folder, and a pen. He'd make me write down locations, names, basically anything he could use to stay on top. I was like information central to him. He used me to stay where he was in the Gotham crime world." I said, sighing.

"Tell me more." Bruce said, clearly intrigued.

"Well, what do you want to know?" I asked.

"Let's start with your living situations. What was your everyday routine?" He asked, his curiosity peaked.

"Well, I'd wake up, take a shower, get dressed...normal people things. Then I'd go downstairs and meet with Ethan, and we'd practice combat. Then Harley would drag me up to the office so I could find out what I needed to do that day. Either information seeking, tidying up, helping Harley organize the weapons cache, and little things like that. That was until the day Joker said he was going to kill Dick. So now here I am, I guess?" I explained.

"He hits Harley, yes?"

"Well...yeah."

"What about you?"

"Only a few times. Definitely not as bad as Harley. You have to feel bad for her. She wasn't even mean. She was good to me. She was annoying and stupid, but Joker made her that way. In actuality, she is incredibly smart and caring. She's the closest thing I have to a mother." I say, shrugging.

"Harley is being manipulated by him. She doesn't realize her potential." Bruce agrees, nodding. "It's very sad." He adds.

"Well, we can talk more later. I'm gonna go check on Dick." He says, standing up and patting me on the shoulder. I nod and sit back down, wrapping the blanket around me.

A large yawn escapes my mouth as I lay on the floor wrapped in the blanket, my eyes becoming heavy as I slip into a deep sleep.

I feel myself being carried and set down gently on a bed. I open my eyes, finding none other than Bruce, and my surroundings being the medical ward.

"What happened-?"

"You fell asleep on the ground. I brought you here. Goodnight now." He interrupts as he walks out, turning off the lights behind him.

I fall back asleep blissfully, and I dream of Dick, hoping he'll be okay.

**Time Skip**