Before The Storm

Chapter 2

I Do Not Own Batman or anything else, except my OC(s)!

AN: I will be updating this story every Saturday.

Chapter 2

I was in a gas station next to my parents and a younger me, as they paid for the things that they had gotten.

“Mommy? Daddy?” I said as I stared at them.

My father handed the cashier a twenty and went to grab the two plastic bags from the counter, when the door of the station opened. Five men walked in with black ski masks, all of them were holding shotguns.

I screamed at my parents to run, but they couldn't hear me. My father stepped in front of my mother and the younger me as one of the men shouted something at them. My father shook his head and was shot in the chest. My mother screamed and dropped to her knees crying as she held my father. The younger me backed away with tears in her eyes. The man raised his gun at my mother and told her to be quiet. She kept crying, until the man shot her in the chest. That's when the younger me dropped to the ground and hid behind the cashier counter covering her ears.

I screamed, cursed and cried at the man as he and the others shot everyone in the station. All, but me. I dropped to my knees next to my parents crying. I should had died with them! I should had done something to save them, but no I was a coward! All I could do now was stare at my Mother's cold lifeless green eyes.

Something was shaking me. I looked around as everything began to shake around me. Was their an earthquake?

I opened my eyes and saw Papa worried eyes looking at me. I sat up and held a hand to my forehead. I felt the cold sweat that I had gotten from the nightmare.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Papa asked me worriedly.

I nodded and looked towards the window. It was dark out so it must had to be around seven or so.

“You want to talk about it?” He asked me and shook my head.

He nodded in understanding.

“If you ever do though you can always speak to either me or Master Wayne” Papa said and gave me a smile.

I smiled back, but I couldn't get the awful feeling that the nightmare was trying to tell me something.

“Well dinner is ready. If you want to eat it in here, I'll bring it right up” He said and shook my head.

“I'll eat in the kitchen or the dinning room” I told him and Papa nodded his head.

“Master Wayne has decided to join us” Papa said as we walked down the stairs after I had changed into a pair of jeans and a violet long sleeve shirt.

We walked into the kitchen and Bruce was already there sitting at the small table. He watched me as I sat across from him.

“Are you okay?” He asked me as I looked at the table sadly.

“She had a nightmare” Papa said as he placed two plates on the table.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Bruce asked as he took one of the plates.

“Not now” I told him quietly as I took the other.

Papa sat between us with his own plate. We ate in silence and when dinner was over Bruce and I walked to the living room, while Papa cleaned up.

“What was the nightmare about?” Bruce asked me.

“My parents” I whispered as I stared at the lit fireplace.