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Chapter 1
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A young girl at the age of sixteen sat on her window sill, gazing out at the scene on the other side of the glass. Her blond hair cascaded down past her shoulders to the middle of her back in curls, her bangs just touching the tips of her eye lashes. A book rested on her lap, her blue eyes glued to the pages. She heard a familiar engine roar to life and looked up at the sky. She could see the bat signal clearly in the sky.
She smiled softly to herself at the thought of the cape crusader. Batman was her favorite superhero. He had saved her a few years ago from the Joker. She still shivered at the thought of that crazy man. He was beyond insane in her opinion. She was brought out of her memories by the sound of her door opening. "You missed dinner again, Miss Alyson." She looked at the old man and smiled softly to him.
She placed her book mark inside of her book and closed it shut as she got to her feet. She made her way across her room toward the old man. "I'm sure that I wasn't that missed. Daddy probably missed dinner too." The girl said to him as she took the tray from the old man and set it on her bed. She climbed on top of the mattress and sat cris-cross in front of it.
The old man just sighed as he watched the younger girl take small bites out of her dinner, avoiding any eye contact at all costs. "You were very much missed, Miss Alyson." The old man said to her, a slight chuckle in his tone. The girl looked up form her meal and smiled back at him.
She knew that he had left out telling her if her father was gone again or not, but she didn't feel the need to say that out loud. "Thank you, Alfred. Do you know when daddy will be home tonight?" The blond girl asked Alfred as she finished eating her meal. Alfred frowned to himself when he noticed that there was hardly a dent in her plate. He shook his head 'no'.
She shrugged silently, trying not to look disappointed as she wiped her hands clean a second later. "I'm sorry, Miss Alyson. I'm afraid that I do not. You know as well as I do that your father's evening meetings can go on for hours." Alfred said sadly to the girl as he picked up the tray. The girl nodded sadly and looked away from the old man. Alfred knew that she wasn't in the mood to talk anymore. "Good night, Miss Alyson. I hope you sleep well." Alfred said out to her as he went to leave the room.
She didn't look up at him right away. She didn't want to risk him seeing her eyes watering with tears that shouldn't be there. "Good night. Sweet dreams, Alfred." The girl said out to him. She looked up at the last second, a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh, and Alfred?" She asked out to him. The old man turned to look at her. "When are you going to finally call me Allie?" She asked him. The old man chuckled softly to himself and shook his head as he left the room. She giggled quietly and laid down on her bed, getting comfortable underneath the covers.
She couldn't help but think of her father. He was always gone at night, or at least most nights he was. She rarely saw him anymore. He was hardly ever home. He's always at meetings or events that she was never allowed to go to. She got to go to some, but it was only when it was child appropriate. She soon found herself drifting to sleep, her dreams filling with memories of her and her father at one of the events that he had taken her to, which just happened to be a ball.
She had only been six at the time, but she was happy to go just because she got to spend time with her father. She had to dress up in a pure white little dress and annoying little black dress shoes. After her father made his rounds of chit chatting with certain people, he took her onto the dance floor and danced with her, well he did the dancing since he was holding her in his arms and her feet never touched the ground, but it was the same difference. It had to be one of the best nights of her life. A faint smile played on her lips as she dreamed of dancing in a ballroom in a beautiful gown.
Hours later, Alyson was fast a sleep in her bed, unaware of what had taken place in the city that she called home. Bruce Wayne was on his way up stairs when he was stopped by Alfred. "She misses you, Master Wayne." Alfred said out to him as he came out of another room. Bruce stopped short and turned to look at the old man.
Alfred could tell that Bruce already knew that his daughter missed him, and he knew that he missed spending time with her too. "I know that she does, Alfred." Bruce said out to the old man sadly, looking up the stairs a second later. "Good night." He said to him before heading up the stairs to go to bed himself. He could faintly hear Alfred saying 'good night' back to him, but he didn't stop to make sure.
He was heading down the hallway opposite of his room. He stopped when he got to a room. The door to Alyson's bed room opened, a crack of light flooding into the room. Bruce looked inside and a faint smile appeared on his face. Alyson looked so innocent, so untouched from Bruce's double life, when she slept. He stepped inside of the room and sat on the end of her bed.
He brushed back her bangs out of her eyes, caressing her cheek in a fatherly way. "I wish that I didn't have to hide things from you, but I have to for your own safety." Bruce whispered softly to his daughter before getting up from his seat on her bed and going over to the door. He stopped in the door way and looked back at her again. "I love you, Alyson. I hope you know that." Bruce knew that she wasn't going to hear or answer him back, but he just needed to say it. He closed the door behind him quietly and went on his way toward his room for the night.
