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I know I should be working on my other story, but I've had this idea in my head forever!! I knew I had to write this down before I lost it.
I don't own Batman crying
Multi-millionaire, Bruce Wayne, was walking down the street when he heard a gunshot. He froze, instincts kicking in. Almost unconsciously, he turned towards the noise. He looked down a small, dark street with untidy houses on either side, and cautiously began down the menacing lane. Bruce saw someone run out of the house he had heard the gunshot come from. Knowing he wouldn't easily catch a man with a gun while he was in civilian clothes, he simply took out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. After he had given the address to the woman on the other end, he closely examined the house.
Though the home seemed cozier and slightly more cared for then the rest of the houses on the street, it was never the less quite foreboding. The tan paint on the house was chipping in several areas, and dirty in most places. The white trim around the door was now a light brown, while the concrete steps leading up to the door were chipping on the corners. The sparse grass was patched with light brown and pale green; however, you could tell that at least an attempt had been made to plant flowers in front of the house.
Slowly Bruce made his way up the walk, and opened the door. A horrible sight met his eyes.
On the floor in the front hall where two bodies. Their hands where clasped together as if their last moments had been spent pleading for their lives. One of the bodies, Bruce could tell, was a woman. She had golden-brown hair, though at that moment it was matted with blood, and shabby, though well cared for, clothes. The man lying beside her had dark brown hair and large, strong hands, though those too, were covered in blood.
Bruce looked up from the horrible scene, and tried to push back a flood of memories. He hoped they didn't have any children to take care of.
As he skirted around the bodies, he thought about how such a nice looking couple could be murdered in such a horrible way. He slowly looked through the house and recognized signs of attempts at a hurried escape.
He came to a small second bedroom and stopped in his tracks. His earlier wish that the couple didn't have a family was shattered. The room had light pink walls and a small bed with a few threadbare dolls. Clothing about the size of an eight to ten year-old girl were strewn around the room, and draws where thrown open. He wondered where the girl was; if she too had been murdered, he hadn't yet seen a body.
Bruce was taking all of this in when he heard a sniffle. He stopped. The small, thin bed skirt was moving slightly. Bruce crouched to the ground and slowly lifted the material.
He saw a large pair of beautiful, sky blue eyes, and heard a frightened whimper. The girl tightly clutched a tiny, white bunny with a yellow ribbon tied around its neck.
"What's your name?" he asked the terrified child.
She simple looked at him with large, haunted eyes, as the sound of sirens filled the air.
Bruce heard someone bang down the door, and then curse loudly. He supposed they had found the bodies, and would now deal with them. With that thought, he turned back to the silent child. He again asked her name and received a barely audible response.
"Claire."
"Claire?" Bruce hesitantly asked, "Would you please come with me?"
The little girl started to crawl out from under the bed, but at that instant, the door was opened with a crash.
"Mr. Wayne!" said a female police officer "What are you doing here?"
"Just walking down the street, Montoya, when I came upon this¼ " Here he trailed off, not entirely sure what to call this.
"Have you taken care of them?" he whispered, glancing towards Claire who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Yes, do you want me to take her?" Montoya asked, giving the girl a sympathetic smile.
Bruce looked at the little girl for a second and shook his head, "No, I think I'd rather do it." With that, he bent down towards Claire and offered her his hand. She took it uncertainly and tightly held her bunny.
Walking slowly so that Claire could keep up with his long strides, he exited the house through the back door so they could avoid the front hall. He took her round to the front of the house and there met Commissioner Gordon.
"Mr. Wayne!" the commissioner said with surprise, "Do you know this girl?" He glanced toward Claire and then back to Bruce.
"No, I was just walking down the street when I came upon the scene." said Bruce with a glance towards the girl holding his hand. "Will she be okay?" he added in a whisper.
"I really don't know, we'll have to find a new safe house for her. All the other ones are too crowded." The commissioner sighed and gazed off into the distance, deep in thought.
At that moment, Montoya exited the house and walked over to the threesome. "Sir?" she said, speaking to the commissioner. "We've-" There she stopped and glanced towards Claire, who was still clutching her bunny and Bruce's hand.
"I'll go." Bruce said, leading Claire to the sidewalk where she could sit down.
As Commissioner Gordon and Montoya talked, Bruce sat beside Claire and thought about the girl holding his hand.
She was a little small for her age, though apparently healthy. Her small, nimble hands where white from clasping onto her bunny so hard and her cheeks were streaked with tear stains. Haunted eyes looked out into the distance, no doubt, recalling recent, painful memories. As her hair blew in the wind, she said, "Why? I don't understand" She turned to look at Bruce, eyes filled with the knowledge that no 9 year old should have to bear. The depth in her eyes shocked Bruce, and his heart was moved by the despai he saw. The only other time he had seen that look was¼ .
"Mr. Wayne?" It was the commissioner.
"Yes?" Bruce asked absently, still dazed by the realization that had run through him.
"I'll take her now; we'll just have to work something out. I have to find a place, don't I?" He ran his hand through his hair and looked to Bruce. Then, turning towards the child, he stretched out his hand and reached for hers. The response was quite surprising. Instead of letting go of Bruce's hand, she held on to it even more tightly. Hiding behind his large frame, she shook her head.
Bruce then made his decision, and turning to the commissioner said, "A place for her, huh?" He turned back to Claire and looked at her. One glance was all he needed. Abruptly he said, "I'll take her."
No, there will not be a romantic relationship between Bruce and Claire (I know some of you sick people were thinking it!!)
Until next time ya'll!!
sailormoonie17
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