Okay, I'm sorry I erased this to those of you who enjoyed the original, but a better and hopefully more elaborate story has come into my head. Don't be mad! It still consists of the basic story that I was working with before, but this time there's more to it than just find girl, rescue girl, turn her bad, get the girl. I'll put the full summary below, since I can't think of a short version for the basic one. Read that before you go on, it might be hard to understand. Thanks! Love you all, enjoy!

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FULL SUMMARY: Tanya finds herself in all sorts of unbearable situations since the kidnapping of her uncle. First she is placed under protection by a secret sect of the government, then she has no choice but to leave home for her family's safety. She needs to repeatedly change her identity, her life, her personality. And each time she has settled into the life she gets, there they are again. To come after her. They want to kill her. The thing is, only she knows why. And now she is sent to live in Gotham city. Needless to say, she has never heard of the place, since she lived in a remote state in a remote area. At first. Now she doesn't know where she really lives anymore. She has also never heard of this guy Bruce Wayne. He's who she needs to live with. Apparently, she will be safe there. But with Bruce trying to keep a secret he knows she'll find out and the Joker having broken out of the asylum... again... things aren't looking so bright. And then the Clown Prince finds her, of course, and then... Well, who says good girls can't go a little bad?

Ch. 1

Tanya was an average girl who used to have an average life. Average house, average parents, average siblings, average town, with no problems. Then it all came crashing down about two years ago. When she went to live with her scientist uncle, she thought she would make a good assistant. And she did, and he was happy to have her around. After losing his wife, it was a nice change to have someone else living with him again. And she was so eager to help, too, having never been around all the fancy gadgets and gizmos and test tubes before. Then there was a visitor. Someone from a group of people calling themselves simply "The Red Corp." It sounded like an army sect or something. Because of his lab in the basement the bills were high. Rent was cheap, considering, but still unaffordable. All of Charlie's money went to his research. When the guy showed up offering them a large sum of money for one simple little task, they hesitated. Things like that don't just happen. Often when something like that happens, it usually winds up being bad. But the man was friendly, and he had a nice way of speaking. And it was money. Money that could be used not only to pay off all of the debts uncle Charlie owed, but also to help Tanya's parents. They could all find a nice house, big enough for all of them and his lab, and then hopefully get started on a good life. One where they all had better jobs, and could afford everything they needed. They didn't need to be filthy rich. They just wanted to be able to get by.

Her uncle was given a week to decide. They talked with her parents, and they talked with each other. After the week was up, they had decided that even if this turned out to be a scam or something worse, it was an opportunity. They needed the money, and they might not get another chance. When they called, it turned out the number was, in fact, legit. A secretary answered, and then connected them to the man they had spoken with. He came back and explained. It was top secret, so they were not allowed to know what it was they were creating. They agreed, reluctantly. They were given plans, and they were told there was no time limit for this, it was simply something they wanted to be created. It was a chemical. Half of the ingredients not even Charlie had heard of. It would be provided as needed, they were told. They were not told what kind of chemicals they were. They would know in time, apparently.

And they did find out in time.

They tried to destroy it, to get rid of the whole thing. They tried so hard. When asked for a sample, they sent them a false one. It was a mistake. It left Tanya getting up off of a cold, hard floor to find her uncle Charlie missing, the place torn apart, and all of their notes on the chemical vanished. And she called the police and cried as she spoke.

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On top of a building stood a man dressed in black. A cape billowed about in the wind. He was searching for someone he probably wouldn't find tonight. He took out a small piece of folded paper with a question mark on the outside, in green, and opened it up. He had no idea what to make of the riddle inside. He had tried three possibilities, and not a single one had been correct. He had checked for alternate names for buildings, previous names, nicknames. All in vain. Now was no different. He was ready to go home. Then, the screeching of tires, from several different cars, two shots, a female scream, she was yelling a man's name. There was more yelling, more shots, and then it went quiet until, speeding closer to the noises, he could make out running footsteps, and shouting. He froze when someone dressed in a green shirt and purple pants dashed across his field of vision. The Joker? He didn't understand... But he couldn't risk it, especially since there was someone who needed his help. And then the person in the Clown's colors dashed under a street lamp. A female. Now he was confused.

Three people followed her, one of them fired a shot in her direction. Judging by the cry that followed, she had been hit, but was still capable of running for her life. She was limping, however, and doing so was not helping the wound. He took out two of the three men, wondering why they thought there needed to be three of them, and then, having lost sight of the girl and the last man, he went topside and grappled up to the nearest roof. She had run very far, and gone down an alleyway. Either she was foolish or she didn't know where she was. The last had her backed up against a fence. She was crying, and couldn't put any pressure on her left leg. It was bleeding badly. He ran toward them until he thought it was best to slow down and quiet himself before he was heard. Unfortunately, he had landed on a metal roof.

He watched as he snuck forward. The man went after her, and she fell when she moved too quickly, crawling backwards towards the open end of the alley. He caught up to her quickly, and when he dove, the man on the roof was prepared to run again, but the man below him leapt back, holding the side of his face. The girl had grabbed a nearby piece of glass and struck out in self defense. He knew he should speed up, and he did, but kept his speed to a minimum, still not wanting to be seen yet. He quickened to a run when the other man lunged again, after his victim had used a dumpster to pull herself back up to a standing position. And then there was blurred movement, a bullet went off and bounced somewhere into the darkness, and the man went down. He didn't get back up. Oh, no.

She looked absolutely horrified. She stared down at the body of the man she had just killed, blood gushing from a freshly slashed neck, and began sobbing. She was shaking horribly. His blood was all over her, from the spray, and she looked as though she were about to be sick. She sank down against the wall, hand pressed over her mouth, making no sound except small gasps through her tears. She didn't know what to do. It had been self defense, he knew that. She looked as though she would forever regret it. And she needed help. Not only was she wounded, but she appeared to be in great danger. There were sounds of more men coming toward the alley. He had no choice. He dropped down from the roof, carefully and as gently as possible, and noted how she let out a strangled cry and backed into the corner between the wall and the dumpster, cowering there and waiting for her punishment. She would receive none.

"It's all right," he said, and she let out a sound that suggested she was attempting to speak. "It's all right. I won't hurt you." He moved forward, trying to show her he meant no harm.

"I di—dn't mean to, I didn't..." she choked out, her sobs breaking her words.

"I know. I was coming to help you, I saw. It's all right, just give me your hand."

She tried to back up again before realizing she couldn't, and simply curled up even more, as best she could with a wounded leg.

"It's okay. Come on." She had stopped talking, worried she was in trouble, but shook her head. "You've been shot. I can help you." When he crouched in front of her, he realized she was looking past him, eyes wide and even more frightened. He looked in that direction and saw two more men coming at them, one with a gun, the other a knife. They were dressed in the same black clothing as the previous three men. Five, then? After one girl? Why? He would not be able to save her from them and take them out at the same time. He stunned them with a flash, and then, without further ado, scooped the young lady up and fired his grappling gun, leaving the men below them to their confusion. It was a short run back to the bat-mobile, and when they got there, he gently placed her in the back seat and leaned in to look at her. She flinched and tried to move away, but the pain in her leg, and, he now noticed, a gash from a graze in her side, stopped her from moving too far. He comforted her with a few quiet words, and she let him look at her wounds, eyes wide and face pale. The gash would be fine, and while the bullet in her leg had done some damage, she would be able to walk again just fine once it was healed, although it would leave behind a nasty scar, most likely. He would have to remove some bullet fragments, though. After that confirmation, he stood up and closed the door, pausing to speak into his communicator before entering the driver's seat.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Have some tea ready in the cave. We'll be having a guest."

A/N: Okay, as brief as that chapter was, I do hope it was good enough to catch your interests, and I hope I'll see you next time for the next chapter! Thanks again, bye!