A/N: Hey guys! *waves* so I'm reuploading this story because I'm in the mood to write it again. Why did I delete it last time? Because I really wasn't sure of where I wanted the story to go and didn't want to disappoint you all. Now I have a clearer picture of where I want this story to go. Warning: this will have irregular updates so don't be surprised if I don't post anything for weeks and then suddenly post like 5 chapters. Hope yo enjoy the story! Feedback is encouraged. ~ Crimson

"Somebody stole my car radio

And now I just sit in silence"

I was laying down on my bed staring up at the ceiling listening to Twenty One Pilots song Car Radio. It was fitting in my situation, although, if we keep it to the metaphor, my radio wasn't stolen, I chose not to play it. I sat up and switched my iPod off when someone opened the door, Alfred, Bruce Wayne's butler.

"Miss Ridley?" Alfred said, "Master Bruce would like to talk to you."

I nodded and hopped off the bed and walked out my bedroom door with Alfred following behind me.

Let me be clear on my name. I hate it. It was a dog's name, not a human's. But I suppose that I can't be that picky about it. When Batman saved me from Zsasz, he found me clutching a dog tag with the name 'Ridley' on it. So yes, I was named after a freakin' dog. I also know that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He didn't seem to worried about me knowing, considering my... circumstances.

Walking down the stairs I found Bruce in the library staring out the window. The library was one of my favorite places in the house, it's floor to ceiling book cases were stuffed with all books imaginable and the large bay windows and glass double doors look out to a peaceful backyard.

"Ah, Ridley," he said turning around with a slight smile. "How are you?"

I shrugged. Fine.

"I wanted to talk to you about the next few days," Bruce continued. "I know that school will be over soon, and that means that you'll be done, unless you want to go to college?"

I shrugged again. I honestly didn't know. Nobody has any use for a person that doesn't speak in any sort of job, and College? Yeah, no thanks. High school was already hell, why would I want to subject myself to that again?

Bruce let out a sigh. "Look," he said, "I know things are hard for you right now, you do know that I can help you."

I gave a slight nod. Of course I knew that. He told me that every single day. It was like he felt like it was his fault that I was like this; but it wasn't. It was Zsasz's fault. I don't remember much about what happened after Bruce rescued me, as Batman of course, but I knew it was something bad considering the scars that cover my body. Why else would I wear long sleeve shirts and long pants all the time? It was just another thing that kids a school teased me about.

"I'm going to have Richard start driving you to school for the last days of school," Bruce said, "I want to make sure that you'll be ok."

I glared at Bruce. Ever since I got my license I drove myself to school. It was the one good part of my day. Just me by myself and my thoughts.

Ha that's rich coming from me. I thought. I'm stuck with my thoughts every flippin' day.

"Did you hear me Ridley?" Bruce asked.

Duh. Of course I did. I nodded my head.

"Ok then," Bruce said giving me a smile. "Why don't you go back upstairs and work on your homework?"

I shrugged again and exited the room and headed up the stairs.

Flopping down on my bed I went through my music and settled once again to listening to my favorite playlist. I had titled it 'Sad Songs for a Sad Day' but I listened to it regardless if I was sad each day or not; it was calming. When She Cries by Britt Nicole came on and I closed my eyes. I had finished my homework yesterday, when you don't have any friends and you don't talk to anyone you have a lot of time on your hands. Closing my eyes I fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up some hours later I saw that Alfred had left my dinner sitting on my desk. Eating in my room was nothing new to me, in fact, I liked it. Bruce forced me to have dinner with him and Richard at least twice a week. The other days I could eat in my room. I didn't particularly like eating with Bruce and Richard, they talked about their escapades, which was fun to hear about but somehow they always ended up talking about me.

Walking over to my desk I sat down and quickly ate my dinner of lamb and brussel sprouts. It was slightly cold so dinner must've been an hour ago. Glancing at my alarm clock I saw that it read 8:30. I let out a groan. That was just great. I had slept the entire afternoon and half of the evening sleeping. How was I going to fall back asleep now?

Finishing my dinner I grabbed pajamas from my dresser and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I wouldn't go as far to say that I was beautiful. Pretty maybe, but definitely not someone a guy would do a double take on.

My dull brown hair hung halfway down my back and my equally dull brown eyes looked tired. Shaking my head I quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. Washing my hair I tried not to look down at myself. I hated seeing the scars all over my body, and I hated it even more if people saw them. That would lead to questions that I don't know the answer to. I didn't know how I got the scars though I would guess that they came from my time as Zsasz's prisoner when I was younger. I only knew that because Bruce had told me how he'd found me when he thought I was old enough to handle it.

Bruce had said that I didn't need to worry about Zsasz because he hadn't been seen or heard of since that day, 12 years ago. I didn't remember anything from when I was six and younger. Bruce and the doctors figured that my mind had blocked the memories from my conscious part of my brain because they'd been so traumatic. This just made Bruce and the others be more careful around me. They didn't want to get me overly emotional in case it set me off and brought those memories back.

Shutting off the water I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around myself. Wiping the steam off of the mirror I stared at my now wet appearance. The first thing that I noticed where the scars running up and down my arms. They were completely straight, running both horizontally and vertically but never crossing. The rest of the scars on my body were the same, appearing to have no sense of rhyme or reason to their placement.

Pulling my pajamas on, I walked back into my room to find that the window was open. Frowning I walked over and shut it, preventing the cool night wind from blowing in. Turning around I noticed that something was sitting on my bed. Picking it up I realized that it was a small rectangular green card with a purple question mark on it. My stomach dropped slightly. It was obvious who this was from. Flipping it over I saw that there was a riddle on it.

Riddle me this: What word starts and ends with 'E' but often only has one letter in it?

I examined the card more closely but couldn't find anything else on it. I'd have to figure out the riddle later. But how had it gotten here? Someone must've came through the window because they had left it open, but I was on the second floor and it was a straight drop to the ground. I placed the card down on my nightstand with an odd sense of foreboding settling over me. I'd have to remember to show Bruce tomorrow. Crawling into bed I switched off the lights and tried to fall asleep.