The Forgotten Daughter

I don't own batman, the justice league or anything else DC related though it would be supercool if I did but…I don't...So sucks for me. Also this is my first fanfic, so take pity on me.

Chapter 1

Always stick with the plan. This was a rule Batman had always been very strict about, it made missions and hell even life run smoothly. And yet here he was, running into a burning building in search of a little girl. From a logical point of view, this was pointless. Flash, Superman and a whole team of super powered heroes were in the building already, odds were that they would find this kid before he would. But as soon as he had heard the voice of a distressed parent behind him screaming how their little girl was still inside, all rational thought flew right out of his head and he took off running towards the 3rd story apartment, where the parent had been pointing. Think! He planned. Where would a small child be? His first thought had been the girl's bedroom, but that had turned up empty and entire apartment was increasing in smoke and heat by the minute. Then it hit him, the parents' bedroom! Breaking down the door, he ran in taking in every detail as fast as he could, that's when he noticed the closet door was slightly open. Opening it, he found a small girl huddled in the corner, relief flooding through his veins he scooped up the child and made his way to the bedroom window. Thankfully the building across the street was a perfect distance away to zip line across. 15 minutes later, Batman had safely delivered the girl into the arms of her overjoyed mother.

"Thank you Thank… I don't know what I would have…I mean if..." The mother stopped abruptly, cradling her child close.

"Don't worry about it." Batman replied. "You just make sure she's ok." And with that said he walked away, but not without turning around one last time to catch a glimpse of the girl wrapped in her mother's embrace, just to reassure himself she was indeed, alright.

The Watch Tower….

As he stepped out of the adjoining bathroom and into his private room, Batman knew he wasn't alone.

"Need something, Kent?"

"Just wanted to let you know, the team's decided to hold a meeting to discuss this new string of arsons."

Batman stared at Superman rather intently, he had known the alien for 25 years now and had in this time, developed an understanding of his thought process.

"Is that all?"

"No" Superman hesitated.

"Bruce, are you ok? You've been acting odd ever since we got back. Everything alright?"

"You're a parent Kent, figure it out." Batman said as he walked past Superman out into the hall.

"So this is about her… Look, Bruce it's perfectly natural in this situation to suddenly start thinking about your own kid. Hell, I worry about Lara 24/7, even when she just in other room. I'm sure if you just popped into Gotham for a bit and check things out, you'd feel a lot better."

"Kent." He cleared his voice. "Clark, while I'll admit that I may have been a little … upset over tonight's events, I hardly think it merits a trip into Gotham. Now come on we have a meeting to get to."

Superman sighed. "Whatever you say, Bruce." He should have known he was wasting his breath, this was Batman of all people. If he hadn't rushed to his daughter's side 5 months ago, he certain wasn't going to now."

Little did the man of steel know that his friend had contemplated contacting Gotham as soon as he had gotten back, but a quick glance at the clock had cured him of that notion. After all it was one thing to call your estranged daughter out of the blue, it was another to wake her up at 1 in the morning to do it.