And so a new story was born!

Welcome old readers of mine, new readers too, welcome all of you to this small piece of my soul.

I did mention that I had started writing a new story, didn't I? Well here it is.

This one its based in the DCEU (DC extended universe) or as you ay know it the DC Cinematic Universe Starting a little time before the events of Batman v Superman: Dawn Of Justice.

Happy readings!

xoxo

Alex

Three Months After Attacks on Metropolis.

Gotham City. Unknown Location.

It was not the first time she woke up in a strange place, but it was surely the first time she woke up in a strange place without having been partying the night before. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, she was in a field, grass was all around her, she stood shakily taking off her high-heeled shoes for better balance. She looked around, there was an abandoned manor house in the distance, and maybe she could find something there. She walked slowly until she reached the manor, it looked really abandoned almost haunted, but it was better than nothing as the sky was stormy grey and she could smell rain in the distance.

She sat in a corner of the house as a small storm raged outside, a few hours had passed since she had woken up in the strange field, she was cold and hungry, her short dress did nothing for her and her shoes rested gingerly next to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she couldn't end up in this way, alone and terrified in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. She thought of her family, her annoying brother, her mother, her father, they were probably worried about her.

Bruce Wayne looked at the abandoned place, he didn't knew why he was standing there at three in the morning, the wind threatened to destroy his umbrella but he couldn't go home yet, not when something in the back of his mind was telling him that he had to be there, he decided to venture into the manor, he was cautious as he knew that the place often housed vandals and such, the door was slightly open, he pushed it in and took a tentative step inside, no sound, he walked into the destroyed parlor his footsteps seemingly louder than ever.

He took out his phone so he could use it as a flashlight, he lighted up the room and cursed when he say a body on the floor, he got quickly to its side, it was a woman, a young woman, a pair of expensive looking shoes were next to her, he pressed his fingers to her neck and found a pulse, feeling immensely relieved when he did so. He called Alfred, as the old butler would know what to do, he cradled the woman in his arms and took a look at her face, she was slightly tanned, as if she spent much time at the beach or a sunny place, Gotham was surely not the place for her, she had long dark hair and thick but defined eyebrows, she looked important and well taken care of.

When she regained consciousness again she was resting on a soft mattress, she pushed herself to a sitting position and studied her surroundings she was in a pristine room, still wearing her dress. The placed looked to be very organized, she had been bundled in blankets, the room had large glass walls that looked upon a lake. There was a man sitting on a chair next to bed he looked to be sleeping but something told her that if she moved or disrupted the somewhat peace lingering in the room he would wake. She ran a hand through her hair only to find a tangled mess, she sighed then looked up abruptly when she heard someone clearing its throat.

"You're awake" said a man holding a tray with food, she tilted her head in confusion "Master Wayne found you last night and decided to bring you in, mild hypothermia, but otherwise in a good state" the man explained, she looked to the man who was still sleeping on the chair, Master Wayne, she guessed, then she turned slowly to observe the man holding the tray. The wheels in her mind spinning as she processed the information her eyes widened and she started hyperventilating when she realized what had just happened and where most likely she was.

Alfred saw as the young woman started to have a panic attack, he placed the tray on a table and quickly moved to help her; her cries waked Bruce and the man moved quickly to the woman's side. Alfred felt sorry for the girl, she looked so weak and sacred, she was trembling as Bruce held her tightly so she wouldn't trash around and hurt herself accidentally. Eventually she exhausted herself and fell asleep again; Alfred helped Bruce settle the girl down again on the bed.

"It makes you wonder," said Bruce getting Alfred's attention. The old Butler nodded.

"One of us will have to stay with her until she wakes again, it would do no good to her if she has another episode and she's alone" said Alfred, Bruce nodded.

"Did you find who she is?" He asked; Alfred shook his head.

"No one has reported a missing young woman Master Wayne, whoever she is we will have to wait until she wakes to know" Bruce nodded and sat again on the chair grabbing a toast from the tray.

"Keep your eyes open for something useful" said Bruce, Alfred nodded.

The second time she regained consciousness it was mid-afternoon, she opened her eyes to a white ceiling she took a deep breath as the memories flooded in, she was rescued by most likely Bruce Wayne from the ruins where she had taken refuge, which only could mean that she had, as crazy as it sounded, traveled dimensions. She pushed herself to a sitting position as tears began to fall, her family, her friends, everything gone, she felt a hand placed on her back and looked up to find the man himself looking at her.

"Hey" he said as soft as he could "You are safe now" he said, and even though she knew that he said it with his most sincere words she knew that it was probably a lie, she was not safe, she was one dimension away from her own with nothing other than the clothes on her back. "What is your name?" He asked after a few minutes.

"Alexandra, Alex" she said in a faint voice, Bruce nodded.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, she nodded, he got off the bed and pulled her with him carefully as if she could break "Come, Alfred cooked something, hopefully you'll like it" he said as he pulled her towards the dining room, she felt so small walking next to him her bare foot padded softly on the wooden floors.

A table for three had been set, Bruce pulled her seat for her, she sat and waited for him and Alfred to do so, she was presented with pasta. She ate it slowly with Bruce and Alfred observing her intently, they probably had questions for her.

Bruce watched as the young woman ate, she had impeccable table manners so the theory that she was some rich heiress was strong in his mind, he observed her movements carefully, her hands trembled slightly which meant that she was probably scared of them and he guessed that if he were a woman in her predicament he would be scared too.

When she finish eating Alfred presented with a few bags of clothing he had acquired for her, she looked at him thankfully as the Butler explained that she would find anything she needed in the bags, he then directed her to the bathroom and went back to join Bruce.

"She hasn't say a word" said Alfred as he took his seat; Bruce shook his head.

"She has, her name is Alexandra" said Bruce, a far off look on his face.

"Where will she go from here?" Asked Alfred, making the Wayne lord sight.

"I don't know, it seems like she popped out of nowhere"

"Girls like that don't fall from the sky Master Wayne"

"It seems like this one did"

Alexandra stood in the shower letting the warm water fall on her washing away her tears and the grime on her hair and skin. Alfred had been kind to get her some clothes and she was beyond grateful for the chance to take a warm shower. She untangled her wet hair slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she was slowly coming to terms with what had happened. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the fluffy white towels that Alfred had given her around her head, the other one she used to dry herself, inside the bag she found a two pair of black pants, a pair of black ballerina flats and three blouses, She picked a dark blue one that seemed to be made of silk and was sleeveless, she towel dried her hair to the best of her capacity, stuffed her used dress and underwear inside one of the bags and walked out of the bathroom to face her music.

Alfred and Bruce were still in the dining room conversing lowly, both shutting abruptly when they saw her, she shifted nervously until Bruce motioned for her to sit, she took her seat slowly, as if she was considering running away in that very moment, a very stupid idea as for she didn't knew where to run to.

Alfred observed the girl, she looked even younger with the clothes she had picked, more fragile, and her dark damp hair was extremely long, something that Alfred hadn't noticed before. He noticed how Bruce was also examining the girl, both he and Bruce knew that the girl was a wildcard, and they needed to thread carefully.

"Alexandra" said Bruce getting the girl's attention "Where are you from?" The girl looked unsure whether to answer.

"I don't really know," she said in a hushed murmur.

"Alexandra in order for us to help you we need to know, your family is probably worried" Bruce tried to pressed, it was not the thing to say as for the mention of her family made her eyes water.

"Alexandra" Alfred started slowly "We need to know where you are from, you need to tell us what happened to you"

"I'm not from here" she said, she looked at both Bruce and Alfred before continuing "You will probably say I'm crazy, but I am not from this dimension at all"

Alfred and Bruce exchanged glances, the girl's claim was strong, another dimension. Alfred pondered the possibility of that being true, a few months ago Metropolis had been almost destroyed by aliens. A girl from another dimension was surely ridiculous but with Gotham's proclivity for the strange and unwanted, Alfred's mind was open enough to believe that girl.

"I don't think you're crazy" Alfred said, the girl's face brightened "Although chances of you returning to your home are slim, from what we know"

"I figured" she said a certain sadness tinting her voice.

"But we will help you" said Bruce quickly "With whatever you need" she looked at Bruce and for the first time since they had met her, she smiled.

Bruce held a wine glass in his hand, the woman, Alexandra, she intrigued him, she was from another universe in which he Bruce Wayne, was nothing more than a comic book character, she told him about the reboots and the different versions of his character, she also told him that he didn't apply to the other versions of him as he had changed the direction of his universe the moment he had chosen not to stay and make a home out of Wayne Manor, he was a wildcard, she had said. Bruce had shown her to a room, it had been a guest room but Bruce told her that it was hers now, Alfred was to get her all documents that she needed, she was to be renamed, Alexandra Pennyworth, Alfred's daughter, a tragic backstory of her mother dying in Britain and the girl wanting to reunite with her father, that was going to keep her safe, at least for the time being.

Unbeknown to Alexandra, Bruce also had another theory concerning her, something he was not going to share with her just yet, she had too much on her plate already for him to put more on it, but he thought that the dimension change had not been the only thing that had happened to the young woman, there was something about her that felt different if anything a bit foreign. Bruce placed the wine glass on his nightstand and sighed he had a feeling that his life was to become way much more complicated than it was before.