Okay, this is the remake of the other, hopefully it's an improvement.

Without further adieu...

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Chapter 1

KylePOV

I sighed as I turned the music on my ipod up louder. My parents were in the midst of yet another fight. It happened almost every Friday at around three in the afternoon. First, Mom would get home from work, drink a few glasses, then watch TV. Then Dad would come home already buzzed, and 'go to take a nap'. It would stay quiet for maybe an hour. Then Dad would come down and annoy the heck out of us. Mom would tell him off and then bring up about he doesn't have a job. Then the cusses would fly and I would retreat to my room.

"What do you for this family huh Dave!? At least I have and can hold down a job!" Mom yelled, so loud I could her it through my door. It was...impressive, I don't think I could get my voice that high of an octave.

"I do odd jobs Alice! Why don't you appreciate that!?" Dad slurred, then he thing about their fights was that it was usually okay in the morning. They were usually back to teasing each other and being all lovey dovey. Not this time.

"I can't take it anymore! I want a divorce!" Mom shouted. I felt my eyes widen as I felt a tugging feeling in my chest. It had never gone that far. I jumped up and came out, wide eyed. They barely noticed me as they continued to fight. I couldn't take it anymore, I suddenly got really angry. Did they ever take into consideration how I felt? How I was effected?

"Shut up!" I shouted. This time they noticed me. It looked like Mom had been crying.

"Kyle, honey-" Mom started toward me, I pulled away.

"Don't you honey me mom! I'm sick and tired of your fighting! Every week!" I yelled at her.

"Young lady," Dad said, his eyes were blood shot. "go to you're room young lady." He said again, not realizing it. I made a face.

"I'm outta here." I said and slammed the front door as I headed out into the day. I skipped school that day, so I doubt my parents even knew i was home until I came out. I turned my music up as loud as it would go as I weaved in and out of people on the streets. I was fuming, so freaking pissed off I wasn't paying attention.

I looked up to find a man ten feet away waving his arms. I quirked an eyebrow and stopped my music. "What?" I asked.

"Kid get outta the way!" He shouted. I looked to my right when I heard a horn. My eyes widened as a truck was headed right toward me. Oh shit, I was gonna die. That wasn't really part of Kylie Teressa Lincoln plan. But none the less, here I was, about to be roadkill. I squeezed my eyes, bracing my self for the impact.

Then it hit me.

But not in the front, like I expected, it came from the side. I cracked one eye open and saw....Batman. I kid you not, there he was, the Dark Night, holding me on the side walk. Batman just saved me from a truck. One problem with this.

Batman's not real.

Bruce Wayne does not exsist. Nor does Dick Grayson, or the Joker. Sure, I'd love all the characters from the animated series to be real, but no.

"Am I dead?" I asked. Batman chuckled.

"No, but I like your shirt." he said in the fake voice that he did. I glanced down and realized I was wearing my Batman logo shirt.

"Oh, thanks." I said as he let me down.

"The streets of Gotham are dangerous, try to watch where you're going kid." He said, then disappeared. I did a double take. Did he say Gotham?

No way.

Soon enough I was swarmed by police. Gotham P.D. I said it before and I will say it again. No. Way. Gordon cam up to me in all his commissioner glory and smiled at me.

"That was some scare. What's your name sweetheart?" He asked.

"Kyle." I said. I hated my name, 'Kylie', so I went by Kyle. It's cooler, I think anyway.

"Are you alright?" He said, helping me up.

I nodded, "Yea."

"Come on, I'll take you home. Where are your parents?" I chewed my thumb nail. I really didn't think that they'd be here too, besides, they didn't really care about me anyway.

"They're....dead." I said, I was gonna make up some excuse about how they were out of town, but I don't think Gordon would've believed that any parents worth their salt would leave their fifteen year old daughter unattended.

Gordon had a look of sympathy on his face as he took my shoulders. "Come on, let's get you to headquarters, we'll figure it out there." He said and put me in the back of his car. We drove off and I started out the window, pretty much awed. I still couldn't believe I was in Gotham. Last time I checked I lived in Washington D.C.

"So," Gordon glanced in the rear view mirror at me. "Where're you been staying since your parents...."

"Keeled over?" I finished for him, then shrugged. "I dunno, around." He got that troubled look in his eye and we drove to HQ in silence. We got to the Gotham P.D building and he held the door open for me. I glanced out the window, it was getting dark.

I sat down in a seat as Gordan went into his office and shut the door. I looked around, saw everyone preoccupied with work and scooted over to the bench right outside his door. I took a peak inside. I saw him talking to a shadowed wall. Or, in other words, Batman. Where was Robin? Eh, probably at home, training or something. I sat back and a laid back with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. I really didn't wanna stay in the police department all night, I've got a few bucks, I could get McDonald's or something then stay in the city library. Yea, that's the plan. I got up and worked my way to the door and out into the day. I checked my watch and it said '4:40pm'. Perfect. Just enough time to find a nice cozy place.

I weaved my way in and out of the crowds. Watching where I was going, I mind you. I knew Gotham well enough to stay away from Narrows. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jeans and turned on my ipod. No doubt the Commish would be looking for me. But I'd worry about that later. Right now I needed to find some grub. I opened the door to a fast food joint and found...

The Joker?

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