Deep in the Narrows of Gotham city lives a little girl and her young mother. Unlike many broken families of the Narrows, they were not born into this life of fear, poverty and corruption. Sierra used to be rich and powerful, her father working for Wayne Enterprises. Sierra had an affair with Bruce, a quick meaningless fling which left her life in tatters. Bruce fled Gotham shortly after, not waiting to say goodbye on his fight against criminals around the world, leaving Sierra and her tiny baby to leave Gotham's richest and join its poorest.

Sierra had to face new challenges, making money being the biggest and the hardest. She took the downwards spiral and became involved in the mob, small yet dangerous jobs that would help secure her little daughter's future. She knew one day she might not come back to her small, damp apartment in the narrows, and she had to be brave and make sure that Bianca would be safe, and she would have the privileged life only a Wayne could have.

…Sierra….

"You remember what to do?" I asked Bianca, who flinched as the shouting from upstairs ended with the sound of shattering glass; something no four year old should have to hear. "If you aren't back when the little hand gets to two I have to take the letter and take the number six train to Wayne manor and ask for Alfred." She recited mechanically, it was not the childhood memory I wanted her to remember, but it was the one that would hopefully mean she actually got out of childhood alive. "Well done sweetie, say goodbye to Mommy!" I said, and she gave me a bear hug and I kissed her nose.

"I wish you didn't have to go, mommy." I stroked her wispy candyfloss hair, and looked into those eyes that were the mirror of Bruce's. "I know, but you know I have too. Now be good, and no TV after eleven." I said, as I walked to the door, putting on my coat and taking a tiny gun from the kitchen drawer.

I looked at Bianca, scrutinized every detail from her white blonde hair, eyes that could be pale green to storm grey at any given moment, pale skin and big red double bow lips. She was beautiful; she had inherited the best of both of us.

…Bianca…..

The little hand was nearly at three, but I didn't want to go outside. I wanted my Mommy back now; I didn't want to go into the Narrows alone in the dark. But Mommy always told me to be brave. I climbed onto a chair, and then a table then hung off the low cupboards to reach the letter. It was old and smelled kinda funny, and I got the five dollars of safety money to get the train to the big house.

I filled my schoolbag with some clothes and my teddy Mouse, who was a cat. He was old and he didn't look so good anymore, but I still loved him. I looked out of the window at the Narrows outside. The nasty streets were filled with bad people, and Mommy taught me how to run real fast and check round corners before I walked round them, and not to go anywhere in the dark. But the streets looked empty, but it was very dark.

….The Letter…..

Dear Alfred,

If you are reading this, it means that I'm dead. It also means that you've met Bianca. You're probably finding this hard to believe, but even harder to deny, that she's Bruce's.

I know Bruce is gone, and for his sake I hope it's for good, Gotham was eating him alive and the shooting at the court that day was the final straw. Keep her safe for me, please.

Yours Faithfully,

Sierra Grey

…Four years Later….

I remember that night like it was yesterday. They found my Mom's body a few blocks from my house, shot in the gut and bled to death, but I'm eight now so I have to smile and I can only cry into my pillow. I remember sneaking round the gates and Wayne Manor, and the old man answering the door. I handed him the letter without saying anything, I was too scared. He read the letter real fast, and then brought me inside. "How old are you?" he asked me

"Four." I had replied.

He looked at me very carefully, and then nodded. He picked up my bag, and showed me too a big room, where everything was covered in big white sheets. "We'll get this sorted for you, Miss Wayne, I hope just the bed will suffice for tonight?"

….

By sorting the room, he meant remove the sheets and re arrange the furniture, and me and Alfred lived in the house together, and every year he took me on vacation to Florence, to a café and he would have a horrible brown looking drink, and I could have anything I wanted, and I always had a strawberry milkshake. He would look around, and when I asked what he was looking for that first time, he said he was looking out for my Daddy, Bruce. But as far as I know, he never saw my Daddy in the café, and when he didn't, he always looked sad. We went to the café every night on our vacation and that was a lot of milkshakes.

"Alfred, if you want to talk to my Daddy so bad, why don't you just call him?" I had asked on the second year of vacation, at the café. "I don't want to talk to him, my love. I just want to nod at him, so we can know each other have moved on and happy."

"Moved on from what?"

"Your father's life has been very sad, for he lost both his Mother and Father in front of his eyes, and the person who murdered them was killed nearly six years ago. So I'd like to know he's somewhere happy, even if that means never meeting you."

I had considered for a minute, as any big girl would. "I would like my Daddy to be happy too." I had said, before going back to my milkshake.

…..

"Alfred, who was on the phone?" I had asked, sitting on the counter in the huge kitchen in Wayne Manor, eating a grilled cheese. "Your father."

"Really? But I thought he was happy?" I asked

"We have to go and get him. I'm calling the plane." Alfred said, before leaving. I finished the sandwich and put on my coat, waiting near the front door for Alfred. When he appeared in his brown coat and hat, with a bag, he looked at me. "Are you coming along, Miss Wayne?"

"I would like to see my Daddy, even if he's not happy." I replied, clutching Mouse close.

"Well, alright then."

Alfred drove us to the airport, where we got on our own plane. I watched TV and drank cola, while Alfred had a tiny glass of the brown stuff he had on vacation. "Are you ready, Bianca?" He asked, as the plane made a loud noise and bounced as it landed. I scrambled to the window and looked out at the boring landscape. There were mountains and trees, but no Wallmart or big towers like Gotham, not even any Narrows, so maybe the world was a little bigger than Gotham. The door opened, but I didn't notice, because I was looking out of the window.

"Master Wayne, you've been gone a long time." Alfred said to someone I didn't care about, after I had seen a herd of cows in a field, which I was watching with great interest.

"Yes I have."

"You look very fashionable, apart from the mud."

…..Bruce Wayne….

A new fire burned in my veins, not of anger, but of something more. I would go back to Gotham, and save my city from the hell it had become. The sight of Alfred, the first friendly face I had seen in eight years and the plane that would take me home, was enough to keep me marching forward.

"You look very fashionable, apart from the mud." Alfred's british accent scolded me, my clothes had not been washed in almost two weeks, and I had been sleeping in less than favourable places. "Will you be returning to Gotham for long sir, only there's someone I think you'd better meet." He said, the look on his face was quite serious

"Please don't try and set me up Alfred."

"I wouldn't dream of it sir. Bianca, come over here." He called into the plane, I hear the padding of footsteps, then when I was expecting someone as tall as Alfred, a tiny face appeared from behind his waist. There was a little girl. "This is Bianca, sir. Bianca, say hello." Alfred stood aside. The girl had long, curly white blonde hair, big lips pulled into a devilish grin, a slightly snubbed nose, and eyes that could only be mine. She clutched a worn out stuffed animal, that was probably once a black cat. She held it by its tail so its head dragged along the floor slightly.

"Hello." She said in a high, chirpy voice.

I stammered. She pulled on Alfred's jacket, he bent down so she could whisper in his ear and his face crinkled with laughter. "Oh Bianca. Come on Mr Wayne, let's go home."

"Alfred, who is she?"

"Mr Wayne, I thought you would've pieced it together by now. She's you daughter, sir. Has been for eight long years, though I've known for only four." He stopped short and whispered "Sierra Grey, was murdered four years ago, gave the kid a letter and told her to come to the manor. Was killed by one of the mob." I took a seat opposite Alfred and…Bianca.

I stared at her, and she stared at me, whilst the plane took off. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Only Alfred said you aren't happy." I couldn't reply.

She clutched her cat. "What's his name?" I asked, gesturing at the toy. She placed him on the table between us. "Introduce her, Alfred." She smiled her devilish grin she got from her mother.

"Sir, meet Mouse the cat." Alfred said, the ghost of a smile on his face, I let out a bark of laughter.

A few hours later, she was asleep, soft head against the window. "I can't believe this Alfred. Sierra and me, it was never a big thing, and then I left after the trial…" I trailed off.

"It's quite alright sir."

"Where did she live, at home with her parents?" I asked, her parents were family friends, they still visited occasionally through my childhood, me and Sierra stayed loose friends. "The Narrows, sir."

"Really?!" I could never imagine Sierra in a place like this, much less raising a baby.

"Yes sir. In a small apartment a few blocks away from Arkham."

"That makes where I've been look a lot like the ritz."

"You never answered my question sir, will you be staying in Gotham for long?" Alfred insisted, I decided to tell him.

"As long as it takes. I am going to show the people of Gotham their city does not belong to the criminal and the corrupt."

"In the depression, your father nearly bankrupted Wayne Enterprises combating poverty. He believed his example could inspire the wealthy of Gotham to save their city."

"Did it?" I asked.

"In a way. Their murder shocked the wealthy and the powerful into action."

"People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy, and I can't do that as Bruce Wayne."

…..Bianca Grey – Wayne…..

I woke up to the sound of Alfred and the man, Daddy, talking about something that sounded important. I didn't know a lot of what the big words meant.

"You were thinking of Rachel?" Daddy said

"Actually sir, I was thinking of Bianca. And myself."

"Have you told anyone about her? Or that I'm coming back?"

"Well I just couldn't figure the legal ramification of bringing you back from the dead. Nobody knows."

"Wait, dead?"

"You aren't dead." I said.

"No, I'm not, am I?" He asked me, smiling

"I sure hope not." I said back

"You've been dead for seven years." Alfred said

"You had me declared dead?"

"Actually, it was Mr Earl. He's taking the company public, he wants to liquidate your majority shareholding. Those shares are worth quite a bit of money." Alfred said

"Well it's a good thing I left everything to you then." Bruce said back. Alfred reclined in his seat

"I'll let you borrow the Rolls if you like, just make sure you bring it back with a full tank." Alfred closed his eyes. The Rolls was Alfred's favourite thing apart from the brown drink, and he liked to drive the big expensive car around the Manor. Then he was asleep. I figured we still had about two hours left on the plane. Bruce, or my Dad, looked at me. I looked at him back. I think we both wanted to look away, but neither of us did.

"Who's Rachel?" I asked

"She's a very good friend." He said, still not looking away

"Like a best friend?" I asked

"Yes, like a best friend."

"Do you love all of your best friends?"

"I don't really have all that many friends."

"Me either." I agreed

"Why not?"

"Because they're only pretending to be my friends, really they just don't want to be alone. But I don't mind being alone." I scratched Mouse's nose. "But you should tell Rachel that you love her."

"Why?"

"Because you love her, and that means you don't want to be alone."

"I can't tell her. Because I have to save Gotham."

"My Mom said Gotham was dying."

"It's true."

"Then I want to help you save it."

"Bruce and Bianca can't save it, we have to be different people."

"Like superheroes?" I asked, excited

"Like superheroes. Ninjas. Can you be a ninja? Are you strong enough?"

"Yep." I agreed.

…..

The next day was Monday, but Bruce kept me home from school. We dressed in old clothes and went out into the city. We loitered in front of the court house, and then a pretty girl came out with a man. Dad looked at her for a really long time. "Is that Rachel?" I asked

"Yeah. that's her."

"She's pretty." I didn't think she was as pretty as my mom, but I didn't want to make my daddy sad.

"She is. Come on, let's get back home." He took me by the arm and we walked quickly back to the understated black car. "Dad, do you promise I can be a ninja?" I asked once in the warm car

"I promise." He said.

"Most grownups wouldn't let me. Why will you?"

"Because you're my daughter, and we're in this together."