***I do not own any of the characters other than Violet. Picture is of Voilet***

"Why so serious?" The man asked my father. My father flinched but otherwise remained silent. The psycho pulled my father to his feet and yanked his hair back, exposing his neck. "I asked you a question." He growled, flashing a knife. "Why. So. Serious?" Still my father remained silent. "Well then, lets put a smile on that face." He laughed crazily and raised the knife.

"Put the man down." A deep voice commanded.

The psycho jumped and turned to a shadow that had appeared in the doorway. "Why should I?" He asked, placing the knife on my father's neck. "He'll die someday anyways, I'm just speeding up the inevitable. Everyone has to die, even you. I'm going to die, the girl over there will die." He quickly drew the knife across my father's neck. Blood spewed everywhere. "He just died." He stated.

The shadow went to take a step but the psycho pointed a gun at my chest. "Ready for death number two?" He laughed and turned fully to me. "Why so serious?" I refused to answer. "Come on!" He whined. "Please tell me you inherited some of your mother's humor."

I felt a confused look spread across my face. The psycho went to say something when a giant arm covered his face. The psycho struggled and shot the gun. I felt a slight pinch in my arm and just watched the two men struggle. I slid to he ground a their faces transformed. Suddenly two monsters were wrestling on the ground. I screamed and scuffled backwards until I hit a wall. After a minute or two of wrestling one of the monsters went silent and the other one stood. I screamed and covered my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the reflection of my death in his eyes. Suddenly I felt another pinch in my arm and screamed. It burned and I threw a punch but something grabbed my fist and held it there.

"Please..." I begged. I meant 'please kill me quickly' but he didn't. I heard him murmur something then I started to get dizzy. I removed my arm and my vision started to go back to normal. I saw the shadow man in front of me. "Why?" He glanced at my face.

"Why what?" He asked.

"Why...save me...?" I forced through my lips just as the worked went black.

*** Later on in the Batcave, 3rd Person POV***

"Why did you bring her here?" Alfred asked. "What is so special about her?"

Bruce stood at the Batcomputer, casually dressed. "Why does something have to be special in order for me to bring her here?" He asked quietly.

"You only brought Rachael here, sir. She was very close to you. But this...stranger-"

"I know what I'm doing, Alfred." Bruce stated quietly. "I've got it all under control."

The computer beeped and Bruce's attention was diverted to another screen. His face got paler and Alfred walked over to the computer. He fought to contain his shock. "Is this possible, sir?" He asked quietly.

Bruce looked at the girl in shock. "It would explain why there is no record of her anywhere."

Alfred turned to Bruce. "But, how could you-"

"I'll be back. If she wakes up just check her vitals and see if she has any amnesia." Bruce exited the room.

***1st Person POV***

My head ached and throbbed. My body felt like it had been through hell and back. Carefully, I opened my eyes. I was in some high-tech hospital... I think. I sat up and looked around. There were no walls or doors. It was an open area. I saw an IV in my arm and had enough sense to leave it for the time being. I glanced at the machines and saw that my vitals were all out of wack. My best bet was to leave the IV in, my body needed the support. Turning to my left, I saw a table with a cup of water, thankful for it, I smelt it to check for poisons then drank deeply.

"Good morning, miss." Came a voice from the right me. I jumped and choked on the water. Once I could breathe again I turned to the source of the voice.

"Who are you?" I asked calmly. In situations like this I've learned to stay calm and be polite.

"I'm Alfred Pennyworth." He answered. "The caretaker of Wayne manor."

Wayne...the name was familiar. "Why am I here?"

"You got poisoned. What day is it?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. "Well I have no idea how long I've been out... but last I knew it was September 15th."

"Good." He nodded and walked over to me. "How do you feel?"

"Fine." I answered "Where am I?"

Suddenly a felt the air move. Someone had opened a door. "Alfred?" A male voice called.

"Down here, Master Wayne." Alfred answered. "Our guest is awake."

"Good." Come the reply and I cold tell that he was getting closer. I listened to his footsteps and he got closer. Once he finally came into sight I felt as if I should know this man, but I couldn't place where he was from. He had black hair and ice blue eyes. His features were angular yet he looked apologetic as his eyes scanned over me. His body looked about 25 but his eyes looked as old as time. "How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"I feel fine." I said. "But where am I?"

"My lab." Bruce explained. "It is under my home and is where we test some of the stuff that my company endorses. We have accidents sometimes so we have a trauma center down here too."

"How did I get here..?" I asked.

"What do you remember?" Bruce asked.

I thought for a moment but everything was fuzzy. "A shadow." I answered. "He looked like... a bat."

Bruce nodded. "Batman and I have a very...close relation. He asked me to look after you for a while. Now, I have something very important to ask you. Who are your parents?"

I looked at him blankly. "I... I'm not sure. The man that got killed he claimed to be my father but... he never acted like it. He was schizophrenic, more precisely a paranoid schizophrenic. He would... do things. He never uttered a name for me...we didn't even look alike. But I worked to support him..."

***FLASHBACK***

I held out he money. "This was all I could make, Father." He greedily snatched it and started counting it, checking over his shoulder every couple bills.

"There is only $250 here! Where is the rest?" He demanded, shoving it all in his pocket.

"It was all I could get!" I exclaimed quietly. "He hasn't been showing up anymore. This past week he just disappeared!"

He threw me up against the wall. "You're holding my money girl." He accused. I shook my head. "What about your other employers? Crane wasn't your only one." His hand went to my throat.

"The...rest...were...captured..." I choked out.

"By what? A superhero?" His throaty laugh filled the alley. "There is no good left here. You stole my money. Now you will pay."

***END OF FLASHBACK***

"You okay?" Bruce asked. Instinctively I flinched back and covered my face. It was a source of income.

"Please stay away..." I begged, still stuck in the nightmare.

He sat back looking concerned and waited for me to regain my sanity. "Sorry..." I murmured.

Bruce nodded. "How did you know that your father had a mental illness?"

I looked down in shame. "I worked for Dr. Crane for a while... he taught me some basics..."

"Who else did you work for?" He asked worridly.

I shrugged. "Falcone's people, Penguin's people... I doubt that the big bosses knew about me... I was a kind of maid...did odd jobs...errands... that sort of thing. This isn't the first time I woke up with an IV in my arm..."

Bruce looked as if he wanted to say something but he stayed quiet. Then he looked at me. "Alfred will show you where you will be staying." Then he left.