If you've read my other story, The Star Chance, I've used the same name for my OC, but she is not the same person. I just found it easier for myself to keep the same character than to try and create a new one. Some of the characteristics and appearance is the same, but as I said before, they aren't the same person.
Background Information
I would just like to give some background information on this story before I get a bunch of messages asking what the hell is going on. Okay, so, when Bruce left Gotham, he did a little traveling.
During his travels, he went to Greece and formed a relationship with a woman there. He spent three years there when the woman had a child. The woman became sick and died, leaving Bruce alone with the child. Worried that he wouldn't be able to provide for himself and his 3 year old daughter-Allyson, he got hold of Alfred and had her sent to Gotham to be raised by his old friend.
She would occasionally get letters from her father telling her about his travels and telling her that he loved her. She wasn't able to write back because he never stayed in one place for too long. She would always ask when her dad would come home and Alfred would wrap her in his arms and tell her he didn't know.
Allyson grew up as normal as she could, but was always expected to live up to her father's name. She was always known as the illegitimate child of billionaire Bruce Wayne. On her 12th birthday, the letters from her father stopped.
Three years later, he showed up back in Gotham. He was a different man then she had remembered as a little girl. He wasn't the light of her world anymore. After he started fighting crime, she felt like she didn't know him anymore. He became someone completely different. She loved him, but not like she had as a child.
When she was 17, after the Batman took the fall for Harvey Dent's death and she had graduated, she left Gotham. Left the U.S. all together.
Chapter One
Third Person POV
Allyson stood in front of the doors of the Wayne mansion. It had been 8 years since she had left home. She had gone back to Greece, only to find that her mother had had no living relatives. After the disappointment in Greece, she went to London, Paris, Berlin, Hong Kong, and Tokyo.
She spoke with Alfred every weekend and he would update her on how her father was. She felt sorry for him. He had lost the one woman he had truly loved. She had no idea if he loved her mother or if he stayed with her because she had been born.
She sighed and threw the thoughts from her mind. Shaking her head, she checked her watch, 9:30 pm. Hefting her bag higher on her shoulder she took a deep breath and rand the door bell. She waited a moment before she heard footsteps coming towards the door.
Alfred opened the door and the scowl that had been there before was replaced with a wide bright smile. "Alfred!" she said, throwing her arms around the butlers neck. "It's wonderful to see you again, Ally." he said, wrapping his arms around the small girl.
After a moment, Allyson let go. "Alfred, are you crying?" she asked, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "Of course not. I'm just surprised you showed up without any kind of notice." he told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her inside.
"Well, I thought it was time to head back home." she told him.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to come back home." he said, giving her shoulders a little squeeze. Allyson smiled. They were both avoiding the question that was at the front of their minds. "I like to think he's getting better." Alfred said, answering her unasked question.
"I hope so." she sighed.
Alfred squeezed her shoulder again. "Why don't you head up to your room and get settled down? Then you can come down to the kitchen and you can tell me all about your little tour across Europe."
"Sounds good to me. I defiantly need a minute or two to relax." she admitted, laughing lightly. Alfred kissed the top of her head and let her go. "It's good to have you back home, Ally."
Allyson smiled and made her way through the house to her old bedroom. She paused before opening the door. 8 years since she had last been in her room. She wondered if they had kept it the same.
She bit her lip and turned the knob. She smiled when everything was exactly the same as she had left it. She walked in and threw her bag on the four poster king sized bed and ran her hand over the bedding.
The dark blue silk felt wonderful under her fingers and made her want to crawl in bed and never get out. Pushing my desire of sleep away, I went to my bag and started to pull everything out.
Taking out the dirty clothes, she threw them in the basket next to her closet door. Taking out the clean ones, she sorted and placed them in her dresser. Before closing her shirt draw, the picture of her and Alfred caught her eye.
She closed the drawer and picked the picture up off the top of her dresser. Running her thumb over the old photo. She was 8 in the photo and she had just gotten back from the first and only summer camp she had ever been to.
She hadn't changed much since she was a kid. Her hair was still jet black, a little shorter than when she was younger, about shoulder blade length. Her eyes, obviously, still deep blue, and her face was a little thinner now.
She smiled at the picture and placed it back on her dresser.
She pulled open her top door and pulled out a pair or black sweats and a white tank-top. Pulling her t-shirt and jeans off, she threw them into the basket also and pulled on her night clothes. Deciding to leave the rest of her things in her bad, she moved the bag from her bed and dropped it on her dest chair.
Taking one last look around her room, she smiled and went downstairs.
"I didn't think you'd actually come down. I thought you'd just go to bed." Alfred said, sitting at the kitchen island when Allyson came in. "I wasn't just going to leave you down here." she told him, hopping onto the counter.
They were quite for a moment before Allyson spoke up. "How is he? Really?" she asked, looking down at her hands in her lap. Alfred sighed and closed his eyes. "He went to speak with Commissioner Gordon yesterday at the hospital." he told her.
"Why was the Commissioner in the hospital?" Allyson asked, her head snapping up to look at the butler. Alfred told her about how Gordon had been found nearly dead near the sewers by an officer and was taken to the hospital. Then how said officer came to the mansion to confront her dad about the Batman.
"So that's why he's at the hospital." Allyson said, rubbing her temples.
"Who was the officer?" she asked. Alfred gave her a stern look. "Not going to happen, Ally." he said, crossing his arms. "What'd you mean?" she asked, looking up at Alfred. "I know you, Ally. You're just like your father. Once you get his name, you'll confront him. Now, it's getting late and I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a long day." Alfred said, getting up to leave the kitchen.
"His name's Blake. It's good to have you home, Ally." he said before leaving her alone in the kitchen. Allyson smiled to herself and jumped off the counter. She made her way back up to her room and sat at her desk.
She jumped a little when she heard a car pull up to the front of the house.
Getting up, she looked out the window to find her dad getting out of a cab. She felt a tug at her heart while she watched her father limp to the door and into the mansion. Sighing, she went back to her desk and turned on her computer. She logged onto the program she had designed for her dad that allowed him to search any name and their entire record would come up.
Typing in the name Blake, she groaned when over a thousand names showed up on the screen. She sighed in relief when she narrowed down the search to Gotham City. Now there were only about a hundred. Once she had some free time tomorrow, she'd find this Blake guy and give him a piece of her mind.
After printing off the names and addresses, she turned off her computed and slid into her bed. She smiled at the feeling of her old bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
