Lotus of Gotham: A Batman Fan Fic.

Chapter One:

Memoirs Two:

I never saw my mother again, after that fateful night. I knew that she was probably going mad looking for me. She was thrown into a massive rage and panic; the rise in male deaths had increased. The cause had been by poisoned to death.

This was my mother's little vendetta about those who had taken me from her. I was her only child, she loved me. But only her human side did. There was a more darker side to my childhood.

The many times my mother spent injecting me some serums, that I don't even know what they are. I still fear needles to this day!

After my savior, Batman, had taken me from that hell hold(drugging me in the process) and to a "safe" haven.

To be honest, at the time, I didn't even want that to happen, but it did. So, I became the ward of Bruce Wayne.

Needless to say, I didn't adjust to it well, I became catatonic, when I was kept inside for school.

I craved sunlight, and loved it. I also apparently was talking to plants and scaring the other students, so I was sent to a shrink. He said that I has some form of social anixtey and personality dissociation; whatever that meant.

So, basically because I had social problems, I was prescribed to be home schooled. Which was I wanted at the time anyway.

The tutors that my benefactor had hired were awful and strict, the would forbid me from being outside and things like that.

I was a smart little cookie, don't get me wrong; I was just having a hard time adjusting to the complete 360 from what I was use to.

My psychological condition didn't improve, I spent all my free time socializing with plants, and talking to them. When I should have been playing with Dick, his other ward.

The reason why I did this was because I wanted to be close to my mother, because she always would talk to her plants. She always had such gorgeous plants

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  (Wayne Manor, 5:30 pm) (*****flash back****)

Bruce pushed the ornate oak door of one of the many bedrooms in the mansion. In a large four poster canopy bed, that nearly swallowed up his new ward.

The girl slept soundly, still under the effects of the sedative that he had injected into her. Her small even little puffs of air coming out steadily.

He stood there, dressed in a black and silver Armenia pinstripe suit with a crisp red silk tie. His hair smoothed back, a permant scowl placed on his lips.

He wondered how could a child born of a villian and a villianess look so cute in sound sleep.

He was almost glad that she had got kidnapped, he had saved the girl from her mother and the chance she would be bred and groom, to be another eco-terroist. That's just what the world needed, another crazy plant lady.

His thoughts were interrupted by the small whimper from the little girl. It was very faint, but thanks to his well-honed hearing he had picked up on it.

He turned to face a small wide-eyed glance of a little girl, her large innocent green eyes that were framed by long lashes were begining to water.

She was quite incoherent, as she had woken from a drug-induced sleep status. Waking up to a towering and imitating giant of a man. That wasn't exactly what a little girl her age wanted to see.