There was something very comforting about sitting in the darkness. It was calm, and collected and everything around you was completely and utterly out of your control. Variability was the life force that robbed each individual of chances in their own accord. As the girl sat in the darkness of the celled room she wondered how long she had reclined herself to this measure. For someone of her means to tuck herself away to hide out until it was over, was almost insulting to her upbringing. Yet she didn't care who she was insulting, all she cared about was that the end was here. In her celled little room she found herself more interested in dying in the room than exiting it.

Prison was only a metaphorical topic for her she supposed. She had entered the room and locked herself inside to avoid the chaos that was revolving outside. The yelling had died down and at this point there were only silent glares exchanged between the lot of them. Tim didn't dare speak to her, and Damian's words were only bitter and confused. He didn't understand her actions, and Tim couldn't bare with her consequences. Riley had never seen her father so angry, and in the back of her mind she had actually wondered if fear had passed through her senses for more than a split moment.

It was another hour of dribbling thought before the door had even been tapped upon. Riley knew just by sound that her little brother was the intended knocker. His little sigh was followed by a louder strike into the steel door. "Riley! Open the door right now!" He barked before shuffling his feet around. Her raven locks parted as her head rose from its sunken place and glanced over to the door. Damian wasn't one to play games, at least under the circumstances, so she knew the visit wasn't a kindly brother's visit. Her gaze fell once more as she heard a groan of frustration before another strike slammed into the metal. "Riley! I am heir to the demon, and I command you to open this door! " He huffed before striking the door, again, and again, and again...

In a moment she sighed before pulling herself from the position and crossing the room to unlock and open the door. As it creaked in its opening swing the little creature stared up at her with a determined look on his face, and yet within a moment she thought she saw true regret on his face. Damian was use to anger. He was use to fighting and violence. He expected all that within their family. If there was one thing that Damian wasn't capable of palliating it was his sister's emotions. His little eyes mirroring his father's widened at the teary shadows around his sister's face. "What do you want Damian?" She asked very carefully, her voice covering what could only be an emotional overcast.

His glaze flickered past her into the room expecting something to have been occupying her, but when he found nothing his gaze returned to her face. Damian's lips parted before his gaze tightened in an attempt of discipline. "You need to come out and see us! You're leaving tomorrow and you've held yourself in here all week!" He exclaimed with a frustrated look on his face. There was something almost sweet about his words, she thought, he was going to miss her after all. Her head canted slightly before moving down to look him in the eye. "We both know that no one wants to see me right now, and it's better for the rest of you to avoid anything that will only provoke this further.." Her words were softer, more caring than previously. Damian was worried beneath all his forced perception and she knew that he would have to be put on a tighter rein when she left.

He looked up at her stubbornly before crossing his arms over his chest. "You've provoked enough, I don't think he could get any angrier, and he rightfully should! You told your identity!" He fussed before throwing his arms out in display. She rolled her eyes before moving to take his face into her hands. He moved to hit her away but she moved to kneel in front of him hands still tight on him. "Damian there are a very few things in this world that I imagine you haven't at least once given though to, but you do not know my reasons. You do not know what that man put me through..." She argued firmly, her crystalline blues turning down to carefully glance into his own. She just wanted Damian to understand that she didn't due this out of spite and distaste for their family. Riley loved her family, but in the dark of the night she could fathom facing another day of lies.

Damian shoved her hands away in a huff, his gaze flickering away with frustration. "You were mad because you couldn't tell your little boyfriend why you couldn't spend the night with him!" He yelled in retort. Her heart sunk in her chest knowing that he couldn't understand her now. He was too young. Riley released him as her crystalline gaze fell away from her brother. There was no need to leave her little prison tonight, and despite what fears came the next day she knew that they were not ready to move on from her actions. Damian would never forgive her if Bruce did not. A son could not abandon the father, but - a daughter might.

As Damian's word split through her, he took it as his leave turning and strutting back down the hall to his room. Her eyes stayed stalled in the open door before she heard the shuffle of feet at the foot of the hall. When she pulled herself from the ground, she noticed that the incoming steps where that of her family butler. Alfred silver frame reflected from the energy lights in the dark hall and she noticed a tray of food in his hand. She sighed before turning and heading back into her little prison. A tsk sounded from the hall as he followed after her before turning in after her. "Miss Riley, if you don't eat something, I will have to tell Master Bruce you're on a hunger strike." He mused carefully before sitting the tray onto the table in the corner. "It's just biscuits and warm milk, I know you adore them, so please just take them and argue so little." Alfred continued before turning to glance at her.

She sighed, moving to sit herself back in the center of the floor before looking up at him with a tear stained gaze. "Do you hate me as well, Alfred?" She murmured softly under her shaky breathe. His brow furrowed slightly before letting out a careful breathe. "I do not think your actions were smart in any sense, Miss Riley. I, however, do believe that you had no intentions of hurting any member of this family." He continued before stepping closer to the girl. His hand reached out to brush her messy locks from her face before leaning to press his lips into her hair. "You are not unloved, Miss Riley, please don't think such things in these next few months." He assured her before moving to exit the room. As he crossed through the door he paused before glancing back momentarily. "Think of this as a second chance; another city, another home. Think of the possibilities."

His words followed him out as he turned to close the door after himself. She wondered if it was permanent. A few months were a guesstimate that no member of the household felt was true. Riley could leave and never come back, and all four of them knew that Bruce would not accept her back so easily. His little bird had betrayed him, and now she would have to pay the consequences. A school year in Starling City, it couldn't be so difficult, could it?