Crying Out My Heart

So this is my second story and I hope you guys will like it. This story will be featuring me so please don't copy me. Lol

I will probably be touching upon some sensitive subjects in this story, though it's not like I plan it out. It's going to be something that comes up as the story goes. I go where the story takes me. ;)

But I hope you'll all like it nonetheless. :D

In this story I'll be speaking shortly in German and Danish for brief sentences or less, I will be writing them in English. So this is how it's gonna be: German will be in bold and Danish will be italic. There will be words and stuff written in the two actual language, but don't worry they will be followed by a translation in parentheses. I actually want to thank uniquefreak13 for writing your story about Owlet. I got inspiration from your story to write this one. It will be taking place in 2012, with some slight historical changes.

So with no further ado: the story (read and review please...and I don't own batman or robin, they belong to DC comics)

It had been a long night. Fighting bad guys and getting the Joker behind bars for who knows which time. I wish he would just stay in Arkham. I felt tired and sore. I just wanted to take a really hot shower and then go to bed. Not that I would get much sleep before having to get up again, but a little sleep were to prefer over no sleep at all. I looked over at Bruce. As usual he didn't seem tired at all. Often I didn't know what went through his mind, but my guess would be that he was thinking about all those he couldn't help. I wish he would realize that one man can only do so much. He's pushing himself too hard again. I hope he will find some time during today to relax a little. As we were driving on the road to the manor I noticed a darkish figure on the road. "Batman, can you slow down the bat mobile a bit? I think I see someone on the road." I pointed out the person who had become clearer as we came closer. "Are you sure, Robin? It could just be an animal. Not very many people come this way this time at day." I'm pretty sure he knew that it was a person and not an animal. "Yes, Batman, I'm pretty sure it's a person out there on the road...walking slow enough for a turtle to catch up with hi...her?" I was taken by surprise to find out that it was woman/girl walking out there. She must be freezing and now I noticed she had a strong limb. Was she hurt? Well, only one way to find out. "Stop the car! I'll go out to check on her." "Alright" Bruce opened the roof. I got out and caught up with the girl. "Are you alright, mis...?" I hardly got time to finish speaking before I felt a jabbing surge of pain to my right brow. That b****! I was only trying to help...When I came to I saw her lying on the ground, motionless. I guess she hadn't noticed me at all or even the car approaching, I probably scared her. My anger washed away with the rain as I picked her up. Somehow I managed to get her into the Bat mobile and on to my lap. She was soaking wet and covered in mud. I pulled my cape around her and did my best to keep her warm. "We better get her to the mansion fast and I doubt she will notice anything. She's out cold." I don't think I had had to say anything at all, because as soon as I had her in the mobile Bruce sped it up and drove faster than was safe towards the mansion.

Alfred had already been alerted when we arrived at the Bat cave. We got her safely up-stairs and since my room was the closest we put her there. Though it feels a bit weird to have a girl I don't know sleep in my bed, I don't mind. She needs it more right now and I can sleep in the guest room down stairs. That shower will have to wait till morning. Argh, I hate late-night patrols.

I was out taking a walk after having posted a letter. I often take a walk in the area I live in since its filled with nature just a hand stretch away. Also the old railroad tracks going through the little town has recently been made into a nature path, so it's become even more fun walking when you don't have to worry about spraining an ankle on the tracks.

Today I made a stop by a brook that ran under the trail. I then got curious as to where it ran and started out my little adventure and one heck of an adventure it would turn out to be.

I walked over cut trees and branches, I guessed the forest keepers were preparing for spring and summer or just cutting down trees...what do I know? I got to where a tree stretched a branch over the brook and decided to use it to get up on the little hill that had formed. It was getting quite muddy where I was walking and I wanted to get to dryer ground. What I hadn't seen was that a part of this branch was right over my head and I hit it hard. For the first time in my life I lost consciousness. When I came to it was dark, windy and it was raining.

I was cold, hungry, wet and muddy. On top of that my cell phone was low on battery.

The first thing that gave away that I wasn't in Denmark anymore wasn't the fact that it was cold, windy or raining. (It does that a lot in Denmark in February so no surprise there)

It was the fact that I couldn't hear the brook. I have very good hearing so I could sift out the sounds around me though I didn't make much of it at the time. I felt in my left pocket for my gloves, but didn't find them. I then tried feeling around the ground, no luck, just mud and water. I wasn't going to continue that since my hands got colder. I slowly got to my feet. My head felt like a big band was playing in it and my vision was nothing to brag about, in fact I was really dizzy and saw spots all over the place, even with it being so dark. I figured it would be stupid to walk around the place with my head being in the condition it was in so I sat down again. My eyes soon lost the spots and began to get used to the darkness. It helped a little that the moon showed up from time to time behind the clouds. I started to make out that I was in fact on a hill, surrounded by trees and that there seemed to be a small path just below me. Or something I couldn't really see what it was, but it was good enough to me. I figured about 20-30 minutes had passed since I gained consciousness and I was feeling a bit better now. I slid down the rest of the hill, grabbing branches in the process to keep from falling. I got down covered in mud...I had slid in the mud and had landed on my side, plus I probably hit it as well. That's totally gonna leave a bruise in the morning. My skirt was probably covered in mud on both sides and I probably had mud on my leg as well. And yes I went walking in a skirt. It's a long skirt so it wasn't too cold wearing...thick socks and a thick sweater keeps ya warm. I felt my right pocket for my cell phone and it was luckily still there. I somehow found a broken branch along the way, though I can't quite remember when I found it or how I found it. But I found it nonetheless. I came to a paved road, though how I got there I seriously don't know. Cell phone still in place and now my ankle was hurting big time.

I tried looking around in the area to see if I could find light from a house, but oddly enough I couldn't find a single light. That made me seriously wonder where I was since where I live houses are never that far apart and I wouldn't be more than a mile from town. Well, any way I started to walk to the right. I don't know for how long I'd been walking or from where the car behind me came from. I hadn't noticed it till at this point and I frankly felt like a drowned rat at this point. My head was pounding again and my ankle felt worse for every step. I guess I was walking slow enough for a turtle to over take me. Plus all the breaks I took to rest both my head and my ankle.

Then all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder and from reflex my hand, with the stick in it, flew around and hit the poor guy in the head. How I knew it was a guy? Don't ask!

The twirl had apparently been too much for my head and ankle and I lost consciousness again. Though this time I slipped in and out of it for some time. I couldn't make out much of what was being said or done all I knew was that it was warm, dry and it smelled like fresh air and cologne. The cologne I noticed was one called Old Spice. My dad had it once some years ago, but what I like about this one is that it doesn't smell like shaving foam like most do, but rather of something exotic. More I didn't notice as I fell away, deep into darkness, again.

The next thing I knew was warmth and like something heavy laying on me. Like a soft could, though I didn't remember dying. I believe I would know when I did.

It seemed like forever before I could make put that I was in a bed, though I couldn't make out how big or small, at this moment it could be as big as a room and I wouldn't know. But it was nice in the darkness. It felt like only familiar thing I had right now.

Suddenly a bright light flashed and I was wide awake. What the heck is going on?

"Who's there?" I tried to yell, but I suspect it was more like a croak or a weird sound. I'm near sighted so I can't see clearly when things are more than a few inches from my face if I'm not wearing my glasses or lenses. And in this case I wasn't. It seemed like there was someone in the room. I could hear foot steps and other sounds I couldn't make out. I tried to get up, but it felt so hard. This puffy, fluffy thing was keeping me down. Then a pair of hands were on my chest, pushing me down again. "There is no need to force yourself, ma'am. Just take your time and rest. I 'll be checking up on you again shortly." The man spoke in English, in British English to be exact. It had been years since last I had been in England, but I knew a Brit when I heard one.

The moment passed and I was out again like a light.

When I woke up next I was clear headed and I didn't feel muffled. I could now see that I was in a big king-size bed with a heavy duvet on it. The room itself were in brownish, earthen colors and the cover for the duvet was in satin or silk...something expensive. I got out of the bed and noticed that I didn't have my skirt on. Who had taken it off me? What was going on here?

I felt so out of control. When I got to my feet I could hardly stand. I probably used more energy yesterday than I had noticed. My right leg had been bandaged several places and now my ankle started to throb like crazy.

I quickly sat down on the bed again and put the duvet around my waist. Luckily the one who had taken my skirt off had left my t-shirt on.

I sat like that for what seemed, again, like forever. My sense of time had really been warped out of line with that hit to my head. I heard some muffled sounds and I expected people to be rushing in, but there only came a tall, middle-aged man in. I grabbed my glasses from the bed stand and the sight the met me kept me dump founded for quite some time.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" I could only nod as a response. This man looked like Alfred, Batman's butler, but that couldn't be?

"Alright then. I took the liberty of washing and mending your skirt. I do hope it's alright." Again only a nod in response. He handed me my skirt and turned his back as I put it on. I still had my tights and socks on. How come I hadn't noticed that till now? Well, I'll worry about that later.

"I've been asked that you brought to the dinning room as soon as you woke up."

"Okay" Was the only thing I could say now that I had gotten over the worst astonishment. I was then taken through a big hall way and a few somethings I didn't really notice as I was busy processing and trying to figure out what to expect next.

Finally we arrived in the dinning room. It had to be someone rich that owned this place. No one else could afford such a grand house.

If seeing Alfred had been some what of a shock to me then seeing who was in the dinning room was enough of a reason for me to go directly to the loony bin!

"I have brought her as you asked, master Bruce." Bruce? Hopefully it wasn't "the" Bruce. As in Bruce Wayne aka Batman.

I looked at Alfred with a worried look, though I doubt he ever noticed. "Master Bruce" got up and motioned for me to sit down by the table next to him. And so I did, not taking my eyes off him and I guess my mouth was open as well. I really should pinch myself to make sure this was just a dream. Though normally when I dream I don't feel so much pain. If any at all.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Wayne and this is Alfred, my butler, whom you already met. The person here on my right is Richard Grayson, but he usually just goes by Dick. Alfred you've already met. He's the family butler."

"Wait, did you say your name is Bruce Wayne? As in the billionaire, the playboy Bruce Wayne?" I felt as disbelieving as I sounded. "Yes, that would be correct." Bruce cocked an eyebrow, but I didn't give it much thought. He could think me crazy or what ever he wanted I just wanted some answers. I then looked at Dick."And you're Dick Grayson as in the Flying Graysons?" Now it was Dick's turn to cock an eyebrow."Yes, that would be me. How did you know? It's not something everyone knows about, you know." Bummer. How stupid can you get? I frankly thought of an excuse and came up with one." Before Alfred came to get me I found an old newspaper and in there was your picture and an article about your family. And I didn't take notice of the date on the newspaper." Big fat lie, I know, but I didn't want them to find out that I knew their secrets. Not that I had anything to gain from it. I just didn't want to put another burden on their shoulders.