I do not take what is not mine I only borrow it for my own amusement
This story takes place a few months after The Dark Knight
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears.
We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
David Sarnoff
Samantha was fearless-no, that wasn't true. She was afraid, but she chose to ignore the fear. She didn't want it to control her like it did her mother. Her mother had been terrified of Gotham since that horrific day, but she didn't know where else to go. She was born and raised here, it is all she knew. She didn't know if she could make it anywhere else. So, she stayed cooped up in their small apartment near the Narrows. Samantha was the provider for just the two of them-working since the day she turned thirteen.
Samantha's mother wasn't always afraid. She used to be a vibrant woman filled with happiness and hope. The fear only set in a few weeks before Samantha's thirteenth birthday. Samantha's father was gunned down in a mob shoot out, just an innocent man in the wrong part of town. Her mother shut down after that. She sat on their ratty couch staring absently at the television until she finally fell asleep. That's how it was until the day she died three years later. Samantha was sixteen. She didn't have any family anywhere, and she ran away-not wanting to end up in the foster care system. That was six months ago.
This night we find Samantha walking aimlessly down the streets of Gotham getting dangerously close to the Narrows-not that it frightened her. Her life couldn't really get any worse. Her dirty blonde hair swirled around her face as the wind started picking up; her blue-gray eyes stared straight ahead not seeing the shadow that was following her. She kept walking looking for a safe place to rest- was there anywhere really safe in Gotham? Then she heard someone calling to her. It was made to sound sweet, but the voice sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
"Hey little girl," came the shadows voice, "allow me to walk you home, it's not good to walk around these streets alone." Samantha wanted to tell him she had no home to go to. The streets were her home, but she just decided to ignore him instead and keep walking, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone.
Shouldn't she know by now her life didn't work that way?
She felt him getting closer and she walked faster. He got tired of the game and finally grabbed her arm turning her around to face him.
"Didn't you hear me?" the man asked clearly annoyed now.
"Yes," Samantha stated, "but I rather walk home alone if you don't mind. I don't exactly enjoy company."
"Oh come on, I can be fun. Let me show you." He pulled her close to him. She gasped and struggled in his arms. He tried to control her to no avail. She kicked and screamed and tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. She was more trouble than she seemed, and he didn't want attention to be drawn to them. He pushed her into a wall, her head making contact with the bricks. He walked over to her, but just as he was about to bend down to grab her, he was forcefully pulled away. He looked up to come face to face with none other than Batman, the masked vigilante of Gotham.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be on the run from the cops or something?" The man asked clearly nervous. The Batman just grunted and turned the attention to the girl lying a few feet away. "Oh…uhh…I wasn't going to do anything honest. She..fe-fell and uh…" That was all he could get out before he was thrown into a wall knocking him unconscious. Batman approached Samantha and saw the blood dripping from the big gash in her head. He checked her pulse, and it was weak but steady. He couldn't just leave her there for some other scum to find. So he gently picked her up and decided on taking her to the only place he could think of-Wayne Manor.
Well that's the first chapter- Yay!! I promise you it will get more eventful. That was just the beginning. So review please. -gives big puppy dog eyes-
