Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I have no affiliation with DC Comics, nor do I have anything to do with Batman Begins. I am protective of my OC's though and don't appreciate folks stealing the creations that are actually mine. With that said I hope you enjoy Chapter 1, and please let me know what you think by sending me a review! This is my first posting of a FanFiction and could use the feedback! Enjoy!

Clarity in Darkness

Why does it seem to always rain during funerals?

Every funeral I have ever been to, there is copius amounts of rain dumping down on the crowd, who were already so miserable. I used to think maybe God had a cruel sense of humor, but now I realize (this being my third one in the last 5 years) that he is as sorry as we are that they are gone. He and the angels weep with us for the lost time, unsaid emotions, and lost opportunities. I started thinking today, that maybe it was a blessing for my sister and all those that loved her, to be rained on.

There was a time, not to long ago that I wished for the demise of my sister Liv. Hoping that if she were unhappy and in ruins I would be able to reclaim some part of my old self back. So many years I spent hating her, and now, I hate myself for it. I spent 5 years of my life avoiding her, trying not to think of the life I might have had, if she hadn't betrayed me. My friends would say that my wounds would heal in time. Well….I did heal and move on, at least I thought that I had. I had forgiven her, I just never was able to tell her. My pride as it would now seem, had become a huge obstacle that I didn't conquer in time.

Now she was gone.

Dead, and I hadn't been there.

"In the Lords name we pray, Amen"

Kate was hardly listening to Father Raymond as he finished the closing prayer for her younger sisters funeral. She felt so utterly numb and disconnected from the world. Too much running through her head. She realized that she was getting too accustomed to this feeling of loss and loneliness.

"Katherine? Katherine? Do you need anything?"Father Raymond had been our families priest since before I was born. He was so much more than just a priest to my family, he was a friend and companion whenever you needed one.

"I'm sorry, what was that Father?" I said in a absent minded manner

"Do you need anything dear? You look completely worn out."

"No, I'll be fine. I just….I just need time. I don't know where to go from here."

That was the understatement of the year.

"Well, did you want a ride to the hotel?"

Father Raymond was sweet, but I was becoming short on patience for those who felt the need to fix me or volunteer obvious suggestions.

"No, being left alone would be just fine right now Father, thank you."

The reply was curt but not mean, at least I hoped it came off that way. I had a habit of coming off as the opposite of what I was trying to sound like most of the time.

"Yes, oh yes my dear. I am so sorry. If you need me you know where to find me. Blessings on you child."

With that, the stout elderly priest started to blend in with dissipating crowd of mourners. As I watched him gliding down the hill, zigzagging around headstones, I noticed another figure coming up the steep hill towards me, working against the crowd. I turned back towards my sisters coffin, my tears had started to flow now that I was alone with the reality of her death. Was it really dreary outside, or was I seeing my misery in the environment around me. Rain was still pouring down, and Gotham's wind was whirling my short reddish blonde hair about my face whipping it into a wet stinging frenzy.

Oh god. They were lowering her in the ground.

"Noooo!! No! Stop!" I had lunged towards the coffin resting my hands on the top of her burial chamber.

I broke into uncontrollable sobs, falling to my knees in the mud, not caring that the men who were lowering her were looking at me as if I had gone mad.

"Continue gentlemen, there's nothing to stare at here. Katie? Katie, its time to get up now and go home. You'll catch cold and die too if you stay out like this."

"Excuse me? Who do you think you ar…………." My anger subsided as soon as I realized who the owner of that voice was.

I had turned and looked up to see my uncles concerned face staring down at my rumpled figure in the mud. "Uncle Alfred? Is it really you?" I was in utter shock, I hadn't seen my uncle in nearly 7 years.

"In the flesh. Come on, up you get" He had gently grabbed my arm to support my fragile form, as we worked together to pull me up from my awkward position on the cold ground. As soon as I was up, I grabbed my uncle and buried my face into his shoulder sobbing even more than before.

"Now there, it's alright Kate-Mate. The world will always have joy on reserve for later, when its time to let go." I looked at my uncle in awe. "How do you do that?" He looked back at me with sad eyes.

"Do what dear?"

"Tell me what I need to hear, before I know what it is, especially after such a long time?"

"Some things are just universal sweetheart. I threw that out there hoping it was the right one." A small grin appeared on his face.

"Ah, I always knew that you were a fraud." I smiled with the sound of my voice, trying to banter with the only family I had now.

"She knew you loved her Kate. She also knew that you didn't like her, but she knew you would always love her. Don't let that rift that you both had tear you to pieces. She wouldn't have wanted that." I looked behind me, towards the final resting spot of my Livy, my little sister. Small glimmers of dusk were trying to make their way through the large gray moody clouds, setting a glow behind Gotham's skyline in the distance. I felt so overwhelmed again. Life was not supposed to be like this…..

"I feel a little dizzy Uncle Alfred."

Everything went black.

A/N: I have most of the story written, so updates should be often! This will be a very long story, and yes Bruce will be a very big part of it starting in Chapter 2 :)