This is so old I'm not even sure anymore. But why not?


"Bats, hurry up!" He heard Diana say . He still couldn't believe it as he looked down at the ship's hull.

Titanic.

It was there and it was real. It was all real. From the clothing to the cold crisp air. They were on the sinkable "unsinkable" ship. He continued to stare at the name. His hands griped the bars so tightly it seemed as if they were glued on. Diana pushed him off to the side.

"I want to take a look." She said. "Titanic. Cool name." Bruce grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her vigorously.

"Do you ever pay attention in history class? It's theTitanic." He sounded out. She pushed his hands off of her. She crossed her arms.

"Yes I do pay attention it is my favorite class. TheTitanicwas the unsinkable ship that sank on April fourteenth, nineteen- twelve." She said all smartly, adding a cheeky smile at the end. Then in a second her smile was gone, replaced by both shock and fear.

"Bats, what day is it?" She quietly asked. His eyes widened. He looked at Time's now broken watch. It's annoying constant ticking was still sadly there. He looked at the date with relief.

"It's the seventh. We have a week." Diana sighed in relief at his words.

"Hey! Get away you dirty rag. No third class passengers on this deck!" A man shouted at them, grabbing Diana by the arms while another grabbed Bruce's almost pulling him away from her. Bruce looked at her being dragged off and his stomach churned. She was dressed in a dirty tattered dress with sown on patches and her brown flats were smoldered in what looked like ash. Her hair was down, and it covered some of her arm so it gave her some warmth. But other than that, she had nothing else on.

Bruce silently cursed under his breath. She was a third class passenger. While he, dressed in a tight, clean, tux with his hair fixed up and slicked to perfection, was a first class passenger. If they weren't together when the sinking happened, there was no way she was going to get on a boat, even if she was a woman. The gates pf the third class corridors would be locked. And if something happened to you while you were in Time's watch, you were going to be lost forever.

The man led Bruce into the opposite direction of Diana. He led him into a shining room, where all the rich were. The grand staircase that Bruce saw only in pictures of books, was there, and he was walking down them with a stride. A young woman with brown hair and green eyes was there with two other people. They all smiled at Bruce strangely. The young woman hugged him tightly.

"Oh, my love. I'm so happy you are here." She said. Bruce didn't know this woman at all. Her smile, eyes and voice weren't familiar. The two other people, a older man and woman hugged him. They somehow, looked awfully familiar.

"Vivian here was keeping us company. I'm glad you are able to join us, my son." The man said. Bruce's eyes widened. He pushed himself away from his so called "parents". And the realization struck him like lightning. Was he playing the role of his great grandfather?

Before his father died, he used tell Bruce stories of his grandfather and great grandfather. He'd show him pictures of them and their parents. His father told him they named him after his great grandfather because they wanted to honor his memory. He was the one who started Wayne Enterprises. His wealth grew instantaneously, making him rocket up the social classes to the top. He went aboard theTitanicand thankfully survived. Bruce was now in his place, reliving his great grandfather's life on theTitanic.

"Is everything okay? You look like you're seeing ghosts." The young woman who seemed to be Vivian, asked touching his arm. It was cold, almost like when a person died, how their body temperature drops. 'It's cause you are a ghost', he thought. He pasted on a smile and shook his head. He hid his shock when the man started to talk about Bruce and Vivian getting married. But, he chatted with them, and went on to "enjoy" the rest of the apparent ball that was going on. But his mind was on Diana the entire time. He silently hoped that she would make her way to the back deck. He waited there for the rest of the night, waiting for her.

She never came.

The man dragged Diana off in the opposite direction of Bruce. Noticing the way Bruce was dressed, she clearly saw who was third class. The man tightens the grip on her arm as they headed down a flight of stairs. The air was musty, and the paint on the walls were peeling off. She crinkled her nose at the pungent smell. 'This is what I have to go through? Bruce is one lucky ass,'she thought.

The man opened the door of one of the rooms and shoved Diana inside. She groaned and crossed her arms and glared at the door so hard that it would it make Bruce proud. She felt a tugging sensation on her dress. She looked down. A little girl wearing a pearly white nightgown looked at her with a teddy bear in her hand. There was a whistle around her neck.

"Are you the woman that's going to be staying with us in our room? 'Cause if you are, you look like a prettier version of Cinderella. Also, can you read me a bed time story?" She asked. Diana knelt down so that she was eye level with the girl.

"Well, first tell me your name." The girl shook her brown pigtails and smiled. Her two front teeth were missing.

"Sarah. Sarah P. Henderson." She stated. Diana straightens up at her name. Sarah sounds like an official when she said her name.

"It's nice to meet you Sarah. Where's your mother?" Sarah pointed to a bed with a curtain over it. Diana stood up and walked toward it. She cautiously opened it. Her mother was there, hunched over with a bottle in her hand. She was drooling, Diana could see it through the mess of her hair. She pushed Sarah back behind her, afraid that her mother wasn't okay. She closed the curtain again and walked Sarah off to her bed.

"Mommy's tired. She just got back from a party." Sarah said as Diana tucked her in. She noticed that she didn't take off the whistle.

"And how long have you been here?" Diana asked. Sarah touched the whistle and then cuddled her teddy bear.

"Two weeks." She simply said. They could both hear her mother moan and groan. Sarah looked at the curtain nervously.

"Sarah, who gave you that whistle?"

"My father."

"Where's your father?"

"In New York. Mommy and I are heading back there after going to the Netherlands to see granny and grandfather." Diana's heart sank. If this little girl died when the sinking would start, she didn't what she would do.

She spent the rest of the night talking to Sarah. She tried to calm her down whenever her mother would start screaming at nothing. To make her feel better, Diana took care of her mother. After her mother had fallen asleep, They both had created a tent on the floor and stayed up all night telling each other stories by lantern light. And by daylight, Sarah was on Diana's lap sound sleep with her teddy bear in hand. Diana stroked her hair and covered her with a blanket. She promised to take care of Sarah every night. And with that, she left the cabin, off to find Bruce with a whistle shining around her neck.


I feel embarrassed now. This is what I get for watching Titanic as a kid and watching Justice League at the same time.