A/N: Hey guys. I know I haven't put anything up for awhile. But that doesn't mean i've fallen off the face of the Earth or died. I would never leave you guys. So anyway, this is about my OC. Her name's May. She's 14 in this. If you don't like her name, I'm open to suggestions. My friend Cat- you may know her from OwlCat92- edited some of it for me. So thank her, for making it make sense. I know that last sentence was a bit confusing. Deal with it. I'm like that sometimes. Here's a lowdown of my OC. Just if you get confused at all.

Name: May

Family: Deceased (stabbed when she was 6. Then got burnt down with the house)

Relationships: Tim Drake (dating)

Place of residence: Suburban part of Gotham City (formerly), Wayne Manor

Age: 14

Occupation: Student, Vigilante at night

OC P.O.V.

He held onto my hand soo tightly. Not wanting to let me go. I was silently willing him to. I didn't think that there was any way for him to pull me up, anyway. There's basically a giant sucking time portal/vortex underneath me. I want him to let me go. I need him to let me go.

"You have to let me go. You have to let me go, Tim." I say the words so quietly -so slowly- that I'm almost certain that he didn't hear me over the whirring of the portal. But he does. His face changes. It changes into one of determination and sadness.

"No, I won't." I plead with my eyes. Telling him that it's the right thing to do. That he has to.

"Tim, please; I can save them. I can stop my family from dying." I honestly want to cry, to tell him all that I'm feeling, to curl up into him and tell him all my problems -but I can't. Not anymore. If there's a chance to make all my troubles go away, then I'll gladly take it -even if it means changing the course of my life.

"You can't. Things happen for a reason, May. If you do this, things will have a domino effect. What if I don't know who you are? What if I don't remember you? What if you don't remember everything that we've been through together?" His heartbreaking face -his sad eyes- make me not want to go through with this.

"If we're meant to be together, we will. I will always find you." And with that I forcefully took my hand from his grasp and fell into the vortex.

In the past

I woke up in Gotham Park with a massive headache. Trying to remember what happened. When I did, my eyes widened in realization and I jumped to my feet. Which, mind you, wasn't a very good idea. Because I almost fell over again. I tried to get my bearings. Once I did, I ran over to the newspaper dispenser. I grabbed one and looked at the date. 15th November 2008. "Shit!" It's the date of their death.

Crap, what time is it? I look at my watch and see that it's 5:00pm. I have to get to the outskirts of the city, in like an hour and a half. I'm so screwed. I practically sprint towards the bus stop. Luckily I have my bus ticket on me. I swipe it and take a seat. During the ride I think about everything I left behind. Tim. Bruce. Dick. Mount Justice. The Team. Everything. Even the hero gig. But, I miss Tim the most. He was my lifeline. He was my other half. No. He is all of those things. I know it sounds ridiculous because I'm so young. But because of all the shit I've had to endure, this is how I feel. And he feels the same way. Life is short. Life is even shorter when you're in the hero gig. So make the most of it.

I get to my stop and hop off the bus. It's dark now. The stars are out, the moon's shining. It would be romantic or beautiful if the sound of screams didn't fill the night air. I quickly pulled out my domino mask- which I had found in my pocket earlier today- and put it on. It may mask my eyes. But it also masks who I am. Hopefully they won't recognize me. Besides I wasn't that smart at that age.

So instead of pointing out my flaws, I run into the house thinking what would happen if I was too late. I can't be. I came here for that specific reason. So that I could prevent it. I ran up the stairs and into my parents' bedroom, where it all happened. Eight years ago. Well, eight years ago for me. I crash through the door to see my family standing there, frozen in fear, and shock of my entrance. I turn to the masked figure and kick the blade out of his hand. His eyes widen. And for a moment I think he's actually afraid.

That is until he got into a fighting stance. He charges at me. I dodge it easily and when he gets back into his stance, I punch him in the face. He's knocked out cold. My mother thanks me. I almost feel whole again. But I can't. Not without Tim. The sirens echo in my ears. So I run.

When I get to the back yard I stop at the trees and take off my domino mask. I feel someone's eyes on me. This feeling feels familiar. It can't be him because if he was here, then he would've stopped that man eight years ago. He wouldn't have made me go through hell like he did. I turn around. But there's no one there. Typical.

All of a sudden I start to fade. What's happening to me? This wasn't supposed to happen. I try scream out to anyone that's listening. But of course no one is. After I fade, everything goes black.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Tell me your thoughts. And whether or not you like my OC. I'm currently writing the second chapter. So leave a review. :D

~ Animals