A/N: Hiya! For those that have read my first story, Things to Remember, this is the continuation of Tori Crowne's tale. I've upped the rating because this story will get a little...dark, so just as a warning. I might not even had to have upped it, I just did it to be safe. Any questions or concerns please feel free to PM moi.
Disclaimer: I only own Tori, none of the Batman characters are mine.
Enjoy!
P.S: I'm posting two chapters for today since it's the start of a new story. A celebratory start!
Chapter: 1
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"Okay Tori, I'm going to show you some pictures and you're going to tell me if you've seen these people before," a nice woman in a white lab coat stated. Tori, who sat across from her nodded mutely. Her head ached, right at the temples. She didn't know why her head hurt, or who this woman was, but that was okay. They said they were trying to help her and they didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. Even moving her head hurt, her short hair, barely tickling her shoulders hung free and wavy. Smiling the woman held up a picture. In it was a little boy with light brown hair and green eyes. He was smiling at the camera, "Have you seen this boy before?" the lady asked. Tori frowned, scrunching her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she heard the sound of a child laughing,
"No, never," she murmured, uncertain by the sound of laughter and joy. The woman beamed,
"Now what about these people?" she held up another photo, this time filled with six people, no seven…but the seventh person was blurred out of the photo…Tori felt like she knew all those people but couldn't quite place it,
"Nope," Tori said. The woman smiled and looked back at the man in the tan colored trench coat and black hat,
"Success Mac, she has no clue,"
"No clue about what?" Tori asked, concerned…should she have known those people, and if she did…how was it a success that she didn't remember them. For the first time since she woke up, Tori felt afraid. Mac, trench coat guy, stood up from where he had been leaning against the wall of the pristine white room,
"Nothing you need to worry about Tori. You are a very remarkable person. Someone who can change the world, we just need to make sure you're up to date," he made her sound like an iPhone,
"But who were those people?" Tori asked,
"No one you need to worry about," the woman said, "Now come, we need to test some things,"
"Test?" Tori asked, the back of her neck prickled, like goosebumps,
"Nothing too strenuous," Mac said with a gleam Tori didn't like in his eyes, "We're about to change the world—,"
Tori woke up with a gasp, sweat trickling down the side of her face and the back of her neck prickling at the memory. That was what the dream had been: a memory. A remnant from her time with Mac, a man who stole her step-father's research in the attempt to create superhuman soldiers. A man who kidnapped children and experimented on them with bionics, computer chips implanted into their nervous system in the hopes that they fuse as one with super-powered results. Tori had been one of those kidnapped children, she'd been the only one who'd survived, and she'd been the only one that they'd kept. She eventually escaped, though her memories were lost, she found her way back to Gotham, and back to her home. Once she returned, she discovered many secrets about her life and family.
Tori found out she had a half-brother, Timothy—Tim—Drake who spent his nights saving the citizens of Gotham, and after the brutal murders of her mother, her other step-father and Jess—the Crownes' nannie—Tim and his family were letting Tori live with them. Her other family was with their uncle in London. She separated herself from them to keep them safe from Mac, who proved his reach was far greater than his secret little lab.
Slowly but surely her memories have been returning, thanks to the lack of brainwashes from Mac, but there was still a whole chunk missing that Tori was afraid would return. She feared and wanted the accursed memories back. They'd come back in quick bursts or flashes, or long montages that vanish as quickly as they started…or they'd come back as dreams.
Blinking panicked tears out of her eyes she reached blindly for the lamp at her bedside table, turning it on and she grabbed her phone. Unlocking it she scrolled through her pictures. She stared intently at the screen, swiping through each one saying over and over again:
"Ali. Cameron. Liam. Grant. Mom. Max. Peter. Tim. Stephanie. Dick. Barbara. Bruce. Alfred. Damian. Jason, Jess," she would never forget her friends and family again. She would use her new found super-speed, strength, hearing and heat-vision to stop Mac, or she would rid herself of the chip that gave her the abilities and live a normal life…and then, then maybe she could tell her other family the truth. Give them the true reason why she stayed behind in Gotham while they left for England with their step-father's uncle.
When her heart beat calmed she turned out the light and listened to the rain pelting the windows, waiting for sleep to find her again. Praying it would be dreamless sleep.
A/N: hope you like that, second chapter next and a new chapter next monday!