Gotham's Guardian's

Betrayal

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An older gentleman watched the man he raised approach him and a young girl he's never seen before, " Master Wayne you've been gone for a long time" earning a smile from Bruce " yes I have."

The old man looks at both of them " you two look very fashionable" he commented, Bruce stops in his tracks looking down at his outfit, Yara stood beside him " who is this young wonderful lady?" 

" I'll tell you later, it's been a long day for both of us."

Looking around inside the plane, counting eight seats. Coming to her conclusion it's a private jet. Slow approaching one of the chairs she sets down her bag on the floor sitting down in a chair tightly hugging her knees. Shortly afterwards the plane took off into the sky. 

Once all three of them settled in the plane, Bruce and Alfred talked " I'd assume you're coming back to Gotham for long."

" As long as it takes I'm going to show people of Gotham their city doesn't belong to the criminals and the corrupt."

" In the depression, your father nearly bankrupted Wayne Enterprises combating poverty he believed that his example could inspire the wealthy you've gotten them to save your city. Any way the murder shot the wealthy and the powerful into action."

" People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy and I can't do that as Bruce Wayne. As a man, I'm flesh and blood I can be ignored I can be destroyed, but as a symbol. It's a symbol like I can be incorruptible I can be everlasting."

" What Symbol?"

" Something... Elemental, something... something terrifying."

" I'd assume as you are taking over the underworld this symbol is a persona to protect those you care about from reprisal."

" You think about Rachel?"

Alfred chuckles " Actually sir, I was talking about myself."

" Have you've told anyone I was coming back?"

" I couldn't figure the legal ramifications of bringing you back from your birthday."

In shock, Bruce leans forward " dead?"

" You've been gone for seven years, sir."

" You've had me declared dead?"

" Well, actually, it was Mr Eral. He's taking the company public, he wanted to liquidate till your maturity shareholding those who share are worth quite a bit of money."

Bruce slightly nods " that's a good thing I left everything to you then."

" Quite so sir. But you can bar the rolls of your life just bring it back with a full tank.  But, Master Wayne, I am curious about the girl, what piqued your interest in the girl?" 

Bruce looks over to the girl curled up against her seat, sleeping. " She's going to be living with us, going to take blood samples from her and go from there," he said. Her face is covered in ashes, her hair covered most of her face dried tears stained her cheeks. 

" Who is she, sir?"

Inhaling " My mentor daughter." 

" Why did you take her?"

" Her home is burned down, where else is she to go?" 

" Fair enough sir, when you tell the public you're alive, what are you going to do about her?"

Bruce slightly shrugs. 

" Haven't thought about that yet" he admitted. 

" Take all the time you need" 

Bruce nod.

It's been a few weeks staying in the Wayne Mansion, still mourning of her father. She refuses to eat that Alfred makes for her. It's just strange living in the city, some nights Bruce's will be wakened up by Yara's night terrors. 

Alfred walks into her room Yara's laying down in her bed staring out the window " day is it?" a soft raspy voice asks the butler. " It's Thursday miss," walking over to the right side of the room yanking the curtains open. " Two days without night terrors" trying to lift up her mood. 

" Where am I?" she asks. 

" Gotham, Bruce's mansion" he reminded her. This wasn't the first time she asks, although it did pain him to see a young girl in that state of mind. " Where's my father?" 

" Dead miss..." saying in a low tone. 

" Keep forgetting he's not here anymore..." she moving her arm under her fluffy big pillow. " If I was there... I've could've saved him..." 

Alfred smiles sadly, " it's not your fault." 

Her vision became glossy emotionally breaking down sobbing " it is!" muffling into her pillow. The butler approaches her " what happened to your father isn't your fault, Master Bruce blamed himself for the death of his parent's. It's not his fault, it's not your fault that your father died." Instantly pulled him into a hug crying into his shoulders, the past few days she's been here, it's made her into emotional distress, night terrors, flashbacks. 

Alfred wraps his arms around the girl cooing her. " It's alright."