Chapter 1: New City, New Life

For as long as I can remember, I have moved from city to city, school to school for years. I don't think we've lived in any place longer than four months. The only exception was Seattle when I was eleven, but that was because mom had my sister.

Now my family is moving back to where it all started. A city called Gotham. It's also called the sister city to the infamous city of Bludhaven, where heroes run around at night saving the innocent people in the streets. Whenever I think of the city, I think of it as Batman's home. Bludhaven? I think it's more of his former partner's home—Nightwing.

God, I hope that we stay longer than six months. I can't stand another move

I've given up even trying to unpack from my boxes because there's no damn point in trying anymore.

Why did father ever have to have this kind of job, working for high end companies? Sure, his pay is great, the schools are great, hell even the houses we rent are great, but why does he take short contracts? What the fucks the point of working somewhere if you know you're going to moving to another city for another company?

"Lara, sweetie, why haven't you opened any of your boxes?" mother asked.

"There's no point, mother," I said as I looked outside my window. The house father found was great, but I found no sense in unpacking anything. I know we're going to be moving again in a few months. "We're just going to pack up and leave again. It happens every damn time. I get adjusted, things become familiar, but then it gets ripped away and I have to start all over again."

"This one's different," she said. I turned and looked at her as she walked into my room.

"What do you mean that this one's different, mother," I asked as I looked back outside again.

"Your father took a longer contract," she said.

"What, so we're going to be here a year and then leave? That's not that much different, mother," I said.

"It's a ten year contract," she said and I turned around, shocked.

"Five?" I asked her. "Who the hell has a five year contract?"

"Wayne Enterprises," she said. "Yes, we're in the wrong city for that job, but your father was made a deal from the company. He can work from home. The only days he'd go in are for meetings."

"Who sold him that deal?" I asked her as I sat down on the mattress of my bed.

"Bruce Wayne," she said. I was stunned, in complete disbelief. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in, Lara, but please just trust me on this. I promise this will be the last move we will have to make."

"What about Elizabeth?" I asked mother. "She's only four."

"Your father and I have our retirement planned out, so that by the time your father's contract ends, we can raise Elizabeth through her teen years without worry," she said. "But right now, I just want you to be happy, to enjoy your teen years before you go off to college." I lightly smiled. "Sound good?"

"Sounds good," I said, getting up to hug her.

"Now, get unpacking," she said. "We'll be here a while." I nodded and she then left my room.

Five years. Five whole years. This was unbelievable. I couldn't believe what I just heard.

Sure, I have two more years before I'm an adult, but still!

I can have a normal life after all those years of moving around. I can join clubs in school, befriend people, and maybe get a boyfriend? Who knows, anything's possible now that I don't have to pack up and move somewhere else across the country, or world, for that matter (though I wish father's contract in London was longer. That was a great place.)

I sighed and began unpacking my box of clothes, and put them up in the huge master closest. Father basically chose a mansion that had rooms with their own bathrooms and walk in closets. I swear I thought I had the master bedroom at first until father reassured me that I didn't, that all the rooms were like this. I bet Elizabeth is pretty happy to have her own large bedroom.

A few hours into unpacking, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I said. I was still putting my clothes up. A girl can't have too many clothes, and at least I donate my old clothes.

"Lara?" it was father's voice. I walked out of my closet and sat on my bed.

"Something wrong, father?" I asked him.

"No, no, I was just wanting to check on you," he said as he sat down next to me. He had a large file, and by the looks of it, they weren't for him, but me.

"All my papers for school?" I asked him. He lightly nodded.

"I have it separated. There's the papers to turn into the school, there's the papers about courses and clubs, I think basically everything the school had, they sent to the company and they handed it over to me. Your mother and I have already signed everything that was required, and we also have some money ready to give to you for school."

"Tomorrow's going to be hell," I muttered to myself.

"Oh, hush now," he said. "It's not going to be so bad. Besides, one of Bruce's adoptive sons attends, so he'll be picking you up tomorrow."

"Father,"

"It'll give me a peace of mind, okay?" he said. "Besides, you'll like him."

"Does he have a name?" I asked father.

"His name is Richard Grayson, but everyone mostly calls him Dick," he said. "You've met him before, but you might have been too young to remember." his name does ring a bell, but it can't be helped right now. "Well, I'll leave these here on the bed for you, and let you get back to unpacking." I nodded and gave father a hug.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome, angel," he said, and then left my room. I lightly sighed when I saw all my papers, then got up and walked over to my clothes. I'm glad I don't have a uniform to wear. Those kill me on the inside. If Gotham Public High School began a requirement for uniforms, I'd drop out in a heartbeat, but for now, I still have my freedom for casual clothes. Later that night, we all went over to have dinner at the Wayne manor, and that manor made ours look small. Before dinner was served by Alfred, Bruce Wayne's butler, we were all gathered in a lounging area, chatting, and were then joined by his sons Tim, Jason, Richard or Dick, and Damian. Beth automatically took a liking towards Damian, and he did as well, but my eyes were focused on one son—Richard. Damn was he attractive!

"Tim, Jason, Dick, Damian, this is the May family," Bruce said, introducing all of us. "Chloe and James, and their two daughters, Lara and Elizabeth."

"Pleasure to meet you," I said, and after we all exchanged our greetings, Alfred called us to dinner.

Man was the food amazing! The best food I've had in a long time. Compared to the high end restaurants that I've been too with my parents before, this topped everything, and even my parents knew.

We talked the evening away until we realized how late it had gotten, and then there was the realization that I had school tomorrow, which I wasn't looking forward to, but then my mind jumped to Dick, who would be there with me, so I wasn't at a total loss.

The following morning, I got up and got ready. I took a brief shower and applied my makeup before pulling on my favorite jeans and a comfy button up blouse. I slipped on a pair of flats, grabbed my school bag, and was down the stairs heading to the kitchen almost forty five minutes later. Mother was already cooking breakfast and making my lunch by the time I got downstairs.

"So, you excited for your first day?" she asked as I ate my breakfast.

"A little," I lied. I've never liked going to school, but this should be different.

"Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about. The school year is still coming back from summer vacation, so this shouldn't be too bad for you. It's nothing like starting in the middle of the year, Lara."

"Thanks mother," I said as I finished my breakfast. "Where's father?"

"Getting Elizabeth dressed for daycare," she said and I lightly laughed. She's trouble when it comes to that.

"Careful running, Elizabeth!" we heard and in ran Beth.

"Hi Beth," I said, picking her up as the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" father yelled. I lightly laughed.

"Causing father trouble?" I asked her.

"A little," she said and mother smiled. To be honest, I'm glad my parents had Elizabeth. She's the light of everyone's life in this family.

"Sorry to interrupt," we heard. I looked up and found Richard walking into the kitchen along with father.

"That's quite alright, Richard," mother said as I set Beth down in her chair. "Care for some breakfast?"

"No, thank you. I ate earlier before I left," he said as I continued to look at him. He does look so familiar. Maybe father was right about him. "Ready to leave?" I snapped out of my daydream and back to reality.

"Yes," I said, gathering my lunch, bag and water. "I'll see you guys after school." I gave mother and father a quick kiss and hug, and then Beth as well before heading out the door with Richard.

"Would you like some coffee?" he asked as we got closer to his car. "There's a Starbucks on the way to school."

"Sure," I said, and after he opened the passenger door for me to get in, he quickly hurried to his side, started the car and we were gone for class.

"So, nervous about your first day?" he asked as he drove.

"Yes and no," I said. "I'm used to being the new girl in a school, but I've done this so many times, I could care less at this point."

"Well, I'm sure you'll love it here," he said. After getting some coffee, we were off to the school, and that's when I started getting really uncomfortable. I've never gotten this feeling when going to a new school, but then again, I haven't gone to a public school for more than two months. When mom had Elizabeth, I was being home schooled. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, and we got out of his car. I didn't realize that Gotham Public High School was a large campus. I should've looked up my school first before actually showing up.

"Hey, you'll be fine," he said. "If anything goes wrong, I'll be right at your side, okay?" I nodded. "Come on, I'll show you to the office and then give you a grand tour of the school."

I didn't realize how popular Richard was (should've clicked in my head, he's a son of Bruce Wayne), until we walked into the building. So many girls were head over heels for him, like they wanted him to just take them, right then and there in the hallway. Once we made it to the main office and I got my schedule, we went on with our day. Well, at least tried to. We had all but one class together, which was my free period. He had some elective, but he promised to meet up with me after he got out of class. I decided to sit under a tree outside on the main campus while I waited for Dick, and began to sketch. It's like my escape from this world, except there's one thing I've never been able to understand with my sketches. It's drawings of future crimes. I've kept this a secret from my parents. I don't know how I'm able to see into the future, and to be honest, it scares me. I don't like having these kinds of visions, these images that pop into my head, and this one is horrifying. It was my parents.

"There you are," I heard. I looked up from my drawings, and quickly closed the book. Dick was standing in front of me. "You an artist?"

"It just helps me clear my head," I said. It wasn't a lie, technically. I've seen so many robberies, so much death. How I've kept it hidden from my parents for so long, I don't know, but I have, and I plan on keeping it like that. I put my book in my bag and he helped me stand.

"Ready to go?" I glanced at my watch. It was already after school hours.

"My parents won't be home for a few more hours," I said. "They're out with Beth at her gymnastics class."

"We can chill at my place if you want," he said. Wayne Manor? "Believe me, my father won't mind, Lara." I nodded and we left to his place.

"Welcome home, Master Grayson," Alfred said. "And hello again, Miss May."

"Thank you, Alfred," we said, and made our way into the study.

"You sure you're okay?" Dick asked as we sat down. "You've been quiet since school got out."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I said. "I'm just a bit tired, is all." which wasn't a complete lie. First day at a new school has always been a burden on me. "I think I'm going to take a nap."

"You can use my room, if you'd like," he said.

"Dick, I'm perfectly fine sleeping on a couch,"

"I insist," he said. "It's better than Alfred having to set up another room just for you to take a nap." I lightly nodded and we went up to his room, which was a bit bigger than my room. "It's not much, but,"

"But it's a nice room, Dick," I said. You typically see posters of bands and Sports Illustrated swim models covering walls in a boys room our age, but his is plain, simple, nice.

"I've never been into posters or swim models," he said.

"Really?" I asked as I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Really," he said. "To be honest, a girls natural beauty is enough. A girl who needs a computer to make changes to how they look to appease a man's sexual desire is a turn off for me. Maybe not for Bruce, but," I lightly laughed. "Go ahead and get comfortable. I'll come wake you up later." I nodded.

"Thanks, Dick," I said. He lightly smiled.

"You're welcome," he said, and left his room. I then got comfortable and fell asleep quick.

Sometimes, when I take naps, I have certain visions and dreams that translate into my real life, and this was one of them.

There was a knock on the door in my dream. I was in a condo? Was this my own place? I couldn't have been older than eighteen at least. I know my parents talked about getting me my own place by then, and I know that age is coming up quick.

"Who is it?"

"Lara? It's Commisioner Gordon." Gordon? I watched as I walked to the door and opened it. It was Gordon, but also Nightwing and Batman?

"What's wrong? Is Beth okay?"

"She's still at Wayne Manor with Damian, but this is in regards to your parents," Gordon said. "They were murdered earlier this evening." No. No, no, no, no!

"Lara."

"Murdered? But, why them?" I could feel tears forming.

"Lara, wake up!" I sat up and gasped, and then broke down crying in Dick's arms. "Hey, hey, you're okay. It was only a nightmare. You're safe." after a few minutes, I gently pulled away from Dick. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Dick, my parents are going to be targeted for murder," I said.

"How do you know that?" he asked. I gently pulled myself away from his arms completely and walked to my bag by his dresser and pulled out my sketch book.

"For the last four years, I've been getting visions of the future about crimes, murders, anything, but it's only tied to me," I said. "At least so far they have been. In every new city, something happens to my father, and we pack up and leave. My mother said that Bruce offered my father a five year contract, but I don't think it'll last that long." I gave him my most recent sketch. "I drew that during free period, and I just got the vision while I was taking a nap. Dick, that happens in two months. Next week, my parents are getting me a condo, it was a deal they made me a while back, that when I turned eighteen, I'd get my own place. This takes place not long after I turn eighteen. I'm about to lose my parents, Dick."

…

It's been three weeks since I've shown Dick that sketch, and I've been living in the city now for the last two. My parents only have a month left before that vision comes true, and right now, I'm hoping Batman or Nightwing can stop it from truly happening.

Also, ever since I showed Dick that sketch and told him about my ability, he seems to have disappeared a lot more lately. Like he's a superhero or something. In my vision, the eyes of Nightwing looked so familiar, like I knew who was under that mask, and the same with Batman, but I can't put it together in my mind.

"Thinking about something?" I heard. That voice. I turned around and found Nightwing standing in my living room. "Don't worry, I unlocked the window to get in, but locked it after I got in. Don't want any of the city criminals trying to get in." I lightly nodded and walked to the couch, sitting down. "What's on your mind, Lara?"

"Everything," I said. "I just want this to pass, and end without my parents death."

"We're doing everything we can to prevent that vision from coming true, Lara," he said, sitting next to me. "That's not the only thing bothering you, is it?"

"No, it's not," I said, moving to sit across his lap, and he gently placed his arms around me.

"Talk to me," he said.

"Can you be honest with me?" I asked him.

"Of course," he said, and I looked up at his face. Those blue eyes that had me falling for him from the very beginning.

"Were you ever going to tell me this secret?" I asked him and felt him tense and then relax.

"Bruce didn't want me telling you," he said as I gently took his mask off his face. "It's his way of protecting our secrets, but I've always wanted to come clean with you, Lara. I hated having to lie to you about this life. I knew it was hurting you, not telling you where I'd go at night, but I want you safe. I'm so sorry."

"I do forgive you, Dick," I said, and then gently pulled his face closer, and kissed him. He's my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and now my first love. "I love you," I said against his lips and felt him smile.

"I love you too, Lara," he said, and kissed me again before I pulled away and laid my head on his shoulder and let him hold me closer.

"Are you going back on patrol?" I asked him.

"Actually, I don't have patrol tonight, Bruce does," he said. I nodded and got a bit more comfortable in his arms.

A/N: So, this is my first time writing a fan-fiction, so I hope you guys enjoyed my story.

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