Epilogue

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Martha's P.O.V

     I wince trudging in to the kitchen. "Blody hell." Alfie mumbles seeing me. "Let's get you looked at." 

     "Alfie, why does Uncle Bruce hate me?"

     "He doesn't hate you, little one." I furrow my brows in confusion.

     "Then why does he hurt me? I thought if you loved someone you don't hurt them." 

     "Where does it hurt?"

     "My side." I point at my side where it hurts, then my head. "My head hurts too." 

     "I'm going to call Commissioner Gordon to see if you can stay with him for the rest of the week."

     "What did I do to make Uncle Bruce hurt me?" He wipes away the tears.

     "You did absolutely nothing wrong. You're the most amazing little girl in the world."

     "Then why doesn't Uncle Bruce like me? I don't remember doing anything bad."

     "Come on." He picks me up off the counter, and we head to a car.

     "Alfred, what, can I do for you?" Lee greets

     "Is it alright if Miss Martha stays the rest of the week?" 

     "Of course."

     "Thank you."

     "Martha is everything alright at home?" I nod my head.

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