I Don't Own Any Of DC Comics Character: Not the Joker, Not Batman, Or Any one Else That is not of my own imagination.

Chapter 1

A Fairy Tale.

A Lie.

My mother would set me down, in the middle of our living room as she sat down in our antique rocking chair. She'd tell me the stories of the wealthy Prince falls in love with the maiden in rags, the wise shepherd that helps the maiden, the evil queen that pushes maiden in exile away from her love, the prince. I'd ask, "What happened in the end? Did the princess get the prince?"

She'd smile at me.

"The princess got something more than the prince. The replica of the prince in everyway, just like I got you, which is worth more than anything I have or could ever have."

We were poor, but we owned a house. It was out in the forest, away from the evils and the corrupt of Gotham City. We were completely happy there, just her and me.

Until her sickness came when I was six years old, she was so weak. She drove me to Gotham General.

On the way there, she said, "I am taking you to a man that loves you more than anything, just until I get better."

I nodded and sat back, trying to hold in my tears. When we finally came upon Gotham General, she was shaking.

"Are you okay?" I asked getting out of the car.

Grabbing my bag, "Jeremi Cinders(yes that's my first and middle name), I am fine." She snapped

She followed me without another word into Gotham General. We walked to Thomas Wayne office. She stopped me. She sat me down in the waiting area, and kneeled down to me.

"My pigtail baby girl I love you."

"I love you too Mama." I replied letting one tear slip.

"This is just…….until I get better, okay." She assured me. "And I want you to behave for these people."

"What if they don't like me?" I asked, "You say he'll love me, what if he doesn't ?"

"They'll love you, he'll definitely love you. You are brilliant, beautiful, sweet girl, and don't ever forget that." She was in tears. I remember my mom's naturally tan skin, beautiful brown eyes, beautiful Hispanic brown hair. Yes my mom was Hispanic. She was so beautiful.

She took a second, starring at my face. "You look so much like your father." She smiled at my pale skin and blue eyes.

A man with an sad expression was standing over her. I looked up into his eyes, nothing but sadness.

"Hi Isabella." The man spoke unsurely.

The voice startled her for a second, then her sad eyes sparkled that one last time. That's when I knew that was my mother's prince.

"Don't ever forget your stories." She looked at me. She wrapped her arms around me for a minute.

I nodded in her arm, soaking in her heartbeat.

She got up, pulling me with her to greet the handsome man. Gently, letting go of me, "Hi Mr. Wayne, Thanks for taking my daughter in." She looked down obediently as if she was the maiden. I turned my head to look at him.

He looked at me and smiled.

"Hi, My name is Thomas." He greeted me. "or Tom."

I smiled back.

"Cinders." I replied.

"That's such a beautiful name." He said, "Just as beautiful as you and your mother combined."

She smiled weakly at him, before looking down at me.

"I have to go." She said quietly. She wrapped her arms around me again, I closed my eyes.

"I love you mama." I said quietly.

"I love you too, Little Cinders." She used my nickname, "Be good, okay?"

"I will be." I answered.

"Thanks Thomas." She said desperately.

"No need to thank me." He said quietly, as if he knew that's what he is suppose to do. She handed him my bag, and left. Without looking back, leaving me there. I began crying, as I watched her leave.

He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. It felt so natural to me, to hug him. He picked me up, taking the bag with him, to take me into his office. He sat us down into his office chair, gently rubbing my back as I cried.

"Why is Mama doing this?" I cried.

"She is doing what's best for you. It's temporary, she'll get better." He said with such determination, as if he needs to believe it himself. His promises held tightly in my heart.

The phone rang, he muttered a string of curses as he answered.

"Hello Dear." He answered, as I sat quietly against his chest.

"Yes I got her. She came." He answered in his fake cheerfulness.

"Not right now." He hissed angrily. "She's right here."

I stared from the safety of his chest, hearing the annoyance in his voice. I tugged on his shirt, gently. He turned his head and smiled reassuringly to me. The weirdness I felt being safe with him like nothing could harm me. He abruptly hung up the phone. Letting a breath slowly come out like a balloon.

"That was Mrs. Olivia." He announced, "She wants to make sure you are safe and sound. Mrs. Olivia and Bruce, my son, can't wait to meet you."

I nodded.

He looked down at me, staring at my facial features.

"You look so much like your Mom." He smiled.

"She told me I looked so much like my Dad." I muttered.

"You do." He smiled.

"Did you know him?" I asked.

"Yes I did." He smiled briefly, yet sadly.

"What happened?" I asked quickly.

"Obligations and complications." He answered, "We have to get you home?"

He put me down on the floor, and got up with my bag.

"Come on. We are going home." He said holding his hand out for my hand.

I gave my hand to him.