CHAPTER 1

Disclaimer!

I do not own a thing, although I do own Lydia. So ha! Haha, I hope you enjoy Lock Downs Daughter!

LYDIA'S POV

I heard the door upstairs close, meaning Lyle Bolton had left for work at Arkham Asylum.

I glared at the doors up the stairs that was all the way across the room.

I looked up and grabbed the chains and pulled myself higher, I collected a pin I had stuck in my shirt. I dropped the chains and winced as the cuffs cut into my wrists. "Ow." I muttered shortly. I moved the pin into the key hole, and jiggled it around "Damn it…where is it!" in each of his locks there was always a weak point that I don't think even he noticed. It was so small it was easy to miss and very hard to find. Luckily I found it, the pin slipped in and I jiggled it around a bit more and the cuff came undone. I grabbed the chain at the last minute with my still cuffed hand so I wouldn't hurt my wrist anymore. I found the small weak point again and the other cuff came undone. I dropped to the ground and kneeled to the ground to get the cuffs off my ankles.

I stretched and rubbed my wrists than looked to the floor and glared at it. I pulled some little metal trinkets I found on my last time out, out of my pocket and tossed them. The metal attracted the electricity and cleared little holes in the field. I backed to the wall than ran, jumping and landing with one foot in the small hole in the field. I flipped, twisted and jumped till I finally made it to the other side of the room.

Instead of moving straight up the stairs I grabbed the railing and climbed on the outer part of the staircase. I had to climb with my toes on the outer edge because Lyle had rigged the staircase with motion detectors that just couldn't reach the very edge. I remembered the first couple of times I tried to escape and I had made the mistake of just climbing the stairs…and it had been while he was home. He had beaten me senseless. I couldn't feel my stomach for a week from how hard he had hit it. While thinking of the mishap, my foot slipped and I almost fell to the electrified floor I gulped and held tighter to the railing than making sure I had my footing I continued to climb. On the left step I pulled myself under the railing and carefully onto the small landing before the door.

I sighed in relief as I turned the knob and pushed the door. But it only pushed so far. I looked through the crack, the jerk had put one of the large chairs in the way of the door. I growled and pushed the door…it caused I slight panic attack when I pushed and fell back a bit, I almost lost my grip on the knob and on the stair. I breathed deeply and pushed again, till finally I had the door pushed open enough. I ducked under the door knob and pushed the door closed, than the chair back into place.

"I may be scum of the world. But you're an idiot if you think you can trap and hold me!" I muttered to myself.

I went up to my room, I called it that but only some clothing and books resided up here. I pulled on my favorite outfit white long sleeve button up shirt with puffed sleeves and ruffle collar, black news boy cap, black short overalls with big silver buttons, thigh high white socks and small black doll wedge boots. I pushed some of my books away from an old floor board and pulled it out, inside the small hole was an old jewelry box. It used to belong to my mother. It used to be full of beautiful and extravagant jewelry.

But when mother left, she took all that was of value

…except me.

I sighed, I couldn't really blame her. Without my knowing he had been beating her…like he was doing to me now.

I sighed again, maybe I could blame her…but I really didn't want to. When I found the loose floor board the jewelry box was there and inside was the only piece of jewelry I owned. It was a golden locket with a picture from when I was three. Lyle had me own his lap and my mother was behind him with her arms around his shoulders. We were all smiling and we really looked like a family. I sometimes wished it was like that now a days.

I pulled it on and clicked it around my neck, than looked around. I grabbed my old beat up messenger bag and stuffed in some of my torn books and the jewelry box. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and ran for the front door.

I was free, at least for now.

Lyle always had a knack for finding me.

I was running around the city…and completely enjoying it.

I was walking around looking at all that had changed from the last time I had been able to escape. However I wasn't paying attention. I ran right into a man with black hair and blue eyes, and he was very muscular.

"Oof!" I said cringing and fell onto my butt, my bag ripped and my books went everywhere. "Miss are you alright?" I groaned and looked up. It was a man that everyone in the city knew, even me and I was living in the basement of Lyles two story apartment, it was Bruce Wayne.

"Oh! Mister Wayne. I'm so sorry!" I said scrambling for my books

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching were I was going…I didn't mean to run into you." He smiled and picked up the last of my books.

"It's quite alright miss. I'm sorry about your bag." I looked up

"Oh this old thing? I've had to stitch it up a lot…it's nothing to worry about." He handed me my last book

"Why don't I buy you a new back as an apology?" My eyes widened

"Oh no, Mister Wayne, I couldn't allow it. It wasn't even your fault." He smiled

"I insist." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me to a large car. An older man was holding the door open. I sighed and followed him into the car realizing he wasn't going to let up. The car stopped at a high end clothing store, and my eyes widened.

"Oh Mister Wayne, I don't want you to go to this much trouble, why don't we just go to a Gotham-Mart of something?" he smiled and led me out of the car "Nonsense." I sighed and sorta slumped, I was so out of my element here. I was getting undermined looks from everyone in the store as I followed closely behind Mister Wayne.

"So miss, what's your name?" I looked up and saw he was looking through high end messenger bags

"Oh um…my names Lydia Bolton." He quickly looked over at me

"You wouldn't happen to be related to Lyle Bolton would you?" I sighed

"Why yes I am. Although I wish I wasn't." I said muttering the last part. I think he heard it anyway. He made me pick a bag out, paid for it, and then took me for food. It was another high end place and again I felt out of place. I was slouched down and kept relatively quiet.

"So tell me a bit about yourself." Said Wayne as he shoved a bit of pasta into his mouth. He had ordered Chicken Alfredo and it was delicious but I felt so uncomfortable.

"Um well. I'm 20 years old. When I was younger my mother ran out on me. And I live with Lyle." I sipped on my water

"Why do you call your father Lyle?" I looked down and quickly stuffed my face, after swallowing I sighed

"I don't really like talking about it." Wayne put his hand comfortingly on my wrist but that did nothing but irritate the wounds on my wrist. I winced and then prayed that Wayne didn't see.

BRUCES'S POV

Lydia was acting strange.

She was keeping quiet, and no matter how hard I tried she stayed closed off, only giving me small answers with a bit of detail to satisfy me. However I learned a few new things just from bumping into this girl.

She didn't live an extravagant life even though Lyle was paid quite a bit. I thought for a minute that maybe he was just trying to keep her from being spoiled but her bag said it all. It looked like it had been ripped, torn, burned, snagged, cut up, and had been stitched so many times.

Plus she was so pale and skinny. Her pitch black hair lacked luster in the shoulder length pigtails she kept them in and her light blue eyes held emptiness, sadness, and pain.

And the way she had been looking around it was like she'd hadn't been out side in years. When I touched her wrist I saw her flinch.

It wasn't until later in our meal when she took another sip of her water, her sleeve slipped down a little and I saw that her wrist was red and rubbed a bit raw like it had been cuffed to something.

I was a bit worried.

Earlier this morning I had collected the Scarecrow, and had met with Lyle Bolton.

He had been doing the job for a month and Scarecrow had been the first to escape and the way Crane was acting made me worry just a bit.

And then I ran into Lydia, it was pure luck that she was related to Lyle.

The way Lydia was acting was making me worry more, especially when she said she wished she didn't live with Lyle.

"Lydia would you like a ride home?" her eyes widened into something almost fearful

"Um, uh, no, no I'm fine." I smiled reassuringly

"How would you like to stay at my home tonight?"

LYDIA'S POV

"How would you like to stay at my home tonight?" I glared a bit

"If you think just because you bought me a new bag and dinner-" Wayne cut me off

"No, no, not like that. I simply meant that it seemed you didn't want to go home, and though I am not sure of the reason I'm not going to force you home. But it's also unsafe for you to be out at night." I sighed

"Do I have much of a choice?" He smiled

"I'm just looking out for your wellbeing." I smiled crooked smile

"Which is most likely Wayne code for no." he smiled back

"Caught me." All I did was laugh slightly.

LYLE'S POV

I had come from a long day at work.

It was an impossible day, The Joker was causing trouble like usual, the Scarecrow ha gotten out but was caught by Batman, The Riddler was annoying his doctor, it was a mad house.

Although it literally was a mad house.

It had been an awful day, and I came home and hoped to take my anger out of something useless. However when I got down to the basement I saw little metal pieces all over the floor hoarding the electricity away from parts of the floor and the chains on the wall were empty of the usual body that was there.

"That idiotic girl!" I yelled out. I ran to my room, and logged onto my computer and watched as she escaped once again, and she took her mother's jewelry box with her. I growled in rage and started to throw things around my room

"THAT LITTLE BRAT!"

LYDIA'S POV

Wayne and I were driving to his mansion when I got this off feeling in my stomach…I had a feeling Lyle had discovered I was missing.

I shivered thinking about how angry he probably was. Wayne looked over at me

"Are you alright?" I nodded

"Just fine." The car stopped and I looked out the window, I saw a large manor, it had so many windows and looked very old.

It looked beautiful.

I was helped out of the car by the older man who was driving us, who I later found that his name was Alfred.

He showed me to a room, it was a room that seemed to be on a corner of the house. On two of the walls there were a large bay window. The bed was circular and in the far corner in between the two large windows. The room was large and had a large dark wood desk, with a laptop on it, a double door opening led to a large walk in closet that was empty, and another single door led to a large bathroom that had a large mirror, a beautiful marble countertop and a large marble bathtub that sunk into the floor a large but flat nozzle must have been the shower head.

"Wow…this so amazing. Are you sure I can stay here for the night?" I asked Alfred

"You could stay for as long as you would like." Said Wayne's voice and I turned quickly to see him leaning in the door way. Wayne smiled

"Why don't you take a shower and sleep, I'll have Alfred bring you something to sleep in."

I nodded and the two men left me for the night.