Authors Note: Ok, now before you all review me telling me that the only child Bruce Wayne had was with Catwomen I will tell you exactly what I am doing. I'm writing a story from the point of view of a child Batman had with a Tamaranian female when they were twenty. So in other words I kinda made up half of it but am going on with all of the other characters and yes, the rest of the teen titans will come into the picture. This is just a year before it. This has nothing to do with Terra by the way. I figured that some people would think that because of the whole Butterfly clip she has/had in her hair. Flames are welcome as long as they have good critism and feedback. It's not as dark as I'm Not Like You (if you call that dark) but it will be in some places.On a lighter note Orlando Bloom is hot and I hope you enjoy the story.

K of Blades - Thanks for your input. I kinda of change it. Just a little bit.

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The only person I own is the girl who is guiding you through the story who will remain un-named for now.

The Black Butterfly

Chapter 1

Rebellious and Uncertain

Imagine being the child of a man so powerful, so brilliant in his time that not even his own daughter is appreciated. Imagine knowing that the one person you want to get close too is not allowed to get close to you. Imagine being in a world where everyone is living in their own adventure and you just have to stand there and watch. Imagine growing up in a world full of violence and hate and the one thing that you want to do can never happen. I've always wanted to be someone that my father says I'm not. Is he lying? Is he trying to tear me away from the two things I want most? To be loved and to fight. Maybe one day I will have these things, but all I know is that I just can't sit around and listen to my father.

"Do you miss your mother"

I blinked quickly, slowly coming out of my mind. I get trapped in it alot. I think too much. Too many thoughts, too many pains. I paused for awhile. My mother. I have a photo of her in my room. She was beautiful. "I never met her. She died when I was a baby. I grew up with my father"

"Bruce Wayne" She asked. I nodded in reply. Parents, you either love them or you hate them. In my case, I hate him.

"Now I want you to tell me who else lives with you and what they're like." She told me as she twiddled with a strand of her hair.

I paused again. What was I supposed to say? I absolutely hate counsellors. Three days ago I wrote a depressing short story for English. The teacher took one look at it and immediately requested that my prescence was required at counselling once a week. My father on the otherhand took one look at it and said"I wonder why their not asking you to go twice a week." He was joking, I know he was. But it just rubbed me the wrong way, it always does.

Sometimes I ask myself why he was never a real father. He was strong, intelligant and powerful but weak at the same time. He lost someone he loved and I will always understand that. I suppose I never really will. I can't remember my mother. All I have is a photograph, no memories whatsoever. I don't know what it's like to have a mother. I grew up in a house full of celebrities and sugar high kids.

The counsellor knocked on her desk"Hello, is anyone in there"

I rolled my eyes and decided that I did not like her one bit. She was treating me unfairly. She was treating me like a child and I must say, I am not a child. A teenager maybe, but in no way a child.

"Well, there's Alfred. He's funny and he's like a part of my family. Bab's vists heaps so it kinda feel's like she lives there."

"Babs" The counsellor asked,

"Barbara Gorden. Bubbly, funny and the most coolest person I have ever met in my life"I told her.

She raised an perfectly plucked eyebrow which made her forehead crinkle up"Who else"

I ignored the tension in her forehead and my attention was grabbed by something outside the window. I looked at the beautiful creature. How I wish I could be like it, free.

"Pardon me miss but I fear you are not paying any attention. Now please answer my question, who else"

I quickly decided I would not make her anymore stressed then she was now. I didn't blame her for being stressed. I was called Teachers Pet alot at school. It's not my fault that the teachers were extra nice to me. Their only extra nice cause my fathers Bruce Wayne. No one wants to get on his bad side except me and maybe Richard but he just does it for fun"Oh, well there's Richard. Richard Grayson"

"The circus boy"

I nodded slowly. The circus boy. I didn't like the way she said that. Like he was some sort of freak.

"Tell me about him"

"Intelligant, annoying and my best friend. He has this motorbike, it's so cool but he has to wait awhile before he can actually ride it legally. He promised me that the second he could ride it he would take me to the park. The park is totally amazing it has...oh sorry" I told her as she raised an eyebrow in effort to make me stop babbling.

"Now tell me about your life"

I paused again. She was making me feel uncomfortable. It was so hard to leave out the bits about your mother being Tamaranian and your father being Batman. She tapped her pencil impaitently on her desk and I resisted the urge to grab it out of her hand."I don't want to talk about it" I told her. Well, that was a lie. I wanted to talk about it. I was just being too cautious. I could of told her about my life and forgotten everything that my father had said. But if I did he would never forgive me. Even someone like Batman didn't like memories.

My father met my mother when they were both twenty at a Charity Ball. A Charity Ball, I could never picture my father at one of those. My parents fell instantly in love and she fell pregnant. My mother was from Tamaran and my father was a skilled fighter. She died a year later and left him with me but he didn't let that get in his way. He left me with Alfred most of the time while he wandered the streets fighting crime. He was never a real father but I got used to that. When I was twelve he took in a boy called Richard . He was quiet and mysterious and didn't like to speak much about his past. My father took him in to train him but he never trained me. I don't know why he never trained me. Sometimes I think that he never accepted my mother's strange powers and that he will never accept what I can do. Since the day I turned ten, whenever Batman would go out at night I would go to the training room and practice. I trained myself, I don't know how but I had the instinct to do so and I pray to god that I succeeded. Babs, a bubbly brunette came over all the time since I was three. We went to school together and ever since then we've been friends. When she came over all the time I used to think it was because of me. How stupid was I? My father was training both of them and leaving me out. Gradually over time Richard became Robin and Babs became Batgirl. I hated that. She wasn't even his daughter and he named her after himself. What did I ever do to make him throw me away like a peice of paper? I remember being so angry when she became Batgirl. It was like he replaced me. He replaced his own daughter with her best friend. I remember Richard talking to me about it. He knew how I felt about the situation, he was the only one. But not even he knows that I train myself every night. But what would you do if you were in a house full of superheroes? I felt like an outcast. I suppose there was Alfred and I could never say that he didn't count. He was like my grandfather and I love him for it. Then there's Diana. She's like a big sister. I can always talk to her and she will always listen. The only person I don't talk too is my father. I swear the only time he talked to me was when my grades were slipping. He never knew why though. That was when Babs became Batgirl and Richard and her shared their first kiss. She told me about it and I felt so angry. Of couse I didn't show it but I felt so cheated. My own flesh and blood had replaced me and my two best friends were kissing. I grew up in a house full of adventure while I was the only one not sharing it with them. I was alone in my own world, all by myself. Okay, well really I wasn't. Diana was always there for me, but she was a superhero too. She didn't know what it felt like. She told me that my mother died fighting and that my father is scared that he will lose the one thing that connects her to him. But I just think he doesn't believe in me.

"If you don't want to talk about it yet it's fine" The counsellor reassured me. "Now, tell me more about your relationship with your father"

I closed my eyes for a second. Relationship, what relatonship"I hate him" I muttered"He never talks to me. He's either too busy with work or with Richard and Babs"

The counsellor grew alarmed"What does he do with Richard and Babs"

I quickly grew red"No! My father...tutors them in...french" I told her.

The counsellor fell back in her chair"Oh, well I think we shall call it a night. Mr..um...Alfred is waiting for you outside. I will see you next week"

I nodded and quickly made my way out the door. "Hi Alfred"

Alfred smiled"Good evening Miss Wayne" He said as he opened the door to the limo.

I sat inside and made an expression to myself like I was going to puke. It was disgusting how rich my father was. All I wanted was to be normal, to be like everyone else. I'm not, my father is rich and selfish with a daughter that's half alien. Half alien, I sound like I should be in a science lab. When the car jerked forward and I realised we were there I hopped out before Alfred could open the door for me. I hated when he did that. It made me feel like royalty. I am in no way royal and I hate being treated like someone I'm not.

"Hey, how's the counsellor" Richard smirked as he came down the stairs.

"Shut up Dick" I told him and was proud to note that the 'Dick' bit was well emphasised.

But he smirked again away, he was used to it. At least he acknowledged my presence. My father was sitting at the table reading a newspaper and he hadn't even nodded in my direction"Hey dad" I said, making sure I emphasised the dad. I suppose I just wanted to remind him that he was a dad and that he did have a daughter.

He looked up from his paper and raised an eyebrow"Your home early"

I practically wanted to burst from this comment"Yeah, we all know that sucks" I snapped as I headed to my room. Okay, I admit I was a little over the top. He only stated a fact.

"Miss Wayne, aren't you having dinner" Alfred asked me.

"I'm not hungry" I said calmly as I continued my way upstairs.

I stopped for a second to listen to how they carried on after my short but angry performance.

"Alfred could you please pass me the butter " Bruce Wayne said.

I practically screamed as I slammed the door. I hate him so much! I suppose I'm just being a typical teenager but I really really hate him. Okay, scratch that, I am being a typical teenager. He was doing what nearly every parent would do. Ignore and move on. Rule number two in the parenting book of...parenting.

"Can I come in" A familiar voice asked.

"Sure, whatever" I replied as Richard came into the room now disguised as Robin.

"Look I really have to go but I just wanted to say sorry"

I looked up alarmed"Sorry for what"

He sat down beside me"Your a great person and you know that I think the world of you. It's just that ever since Batman recruited me and Babs I just feel so distant if you know what I mean"

Him and Babs. He made it sound like they're a couple"That was years ago" I told him as I turned away.

He got up and made his way to the door"He really cares about you"

I laughed when he left. Like my father really cares about me. All my father cares about is his Batmobile and his work. I didn't blame him about the car. If I had a car as cool as the one he's got then yes, I would care about it alot. He just has to learn that he's a father and I have to learn that I'm his daughter.

I cautiously opened the door to check that they had left. I carefully sneaked into the training room and locked the door behind me. I faced my palm towards the roof creating what looked like a white flame. I quickly turned my palm making it disappear. If only he accepted me for who I am. I can be a superhero. I want to be a superhero. Why wouldn't he let me? What was he afraid of? I went towards the punching bag and started to let out all my anger. I have alot. It's all really pathetic. I did a back flip and my landing was terrible. I usually could do it, I just couldn't concentrate. If I can't concentrate, I can't fight. If I can't fight, I'm useless. I wandered back to my room making sure I wasn't to be seen by anyone. Locking the door I pulled out something from underneath my bed. Alfred had bought it for me for my fifteenth birthday and made me promise not to show anyone. It was beautiful, it was my own costume. It was made of black silvery material that glistened when ever I moved. The costume was made to look like I have wings. Like a bird or a bat. But I didn't want to be a bird or a bat. Those animals were somehow linked to my father. I promised myself that one way or another, I would become a superhero. No matter what my father said. I blasted Bowling for Soup on my stereo and started dancing to 1985. I wonder what my life would of been like if my mother was still alive. I wonder if my father thinks about it too. I stopped dancing for a second. I could make out the faint ringing of my cellphone. I looked at the name printed across the screen 'Batmobile.' "Great." I muttered to myself.

"What do you want" I asked as I picked up the phone.

"I can't hear you" A voice said distantly.

I quickly turned off the stereo.

"Bowling for Soup eh" I heard Robin chuckle in the background.

"Hey it's me" A voice said which I instantly recognised as Batgirl.

"Babs, hey whats up and what are you all doing in P.U's car"

I heard my father grunt and Robin started laughing.

"What the hell does P.U stand for" I heard Batman ask,

"Parental Unit" Robin told him.

"I made him take us out for icecream" Batgirl told me.

"Oh" Was all I said. He never took me out for icecream.

"Look, Richard thinks he can beat me in a game of Minature Golf so that's where were going tomorrow okay"

"Fine with me" I replied.

"Ok, I'll pick you and Richard up at eleven" She told me.

"Sure, bye" I said before hanging up.

They sure sounded like they were having heaps of fun. I suppose I should just let it go. Minature Golf, I had never played that before but the last time we went bowling, it got competitive. It ended with a bruise on Richard's arm and Babs on a winning streak. This is gonna be a blast.

Authors Note: To be continued or not to be continued? That is the question.

I would really appreciate your input on this story since it is the first chapter. It doesn't seem like a story but it will continue into one I promise. About all the scrolling down well I just thought it might be easier to read. Instead of it being all scrunched up.

Yes, if you say P.U out loud it does seem like your saying something or someone smells. I'm so pathetic.

Question: Can someone please give me names of villians in Gotham City? I would really appreciate it. If not, I'll just make some up. By the way, did Batman ever get The Joker? Cause if he didn't...Muwha ha ha! You never know what's around the corner :)