AN:
Hi, everyone.
Here is one of my crappy MS fanfiction! Yep, you heard it; MS - Mary Sue XD Lol they are funny.
I hope that some of it is good and not just bad. But clearly much of it pretty sucks because -
1. English is not my native language, therefore grammar mistakes.
2. I always end up writing a MS fic. That says it all.
And 3. Well... just enjoy the damned fic!

Disclaimer:
I do not own the Batman and any of the other characters.
The only thing I do own is my own OCs(Lori for example, one my main character.).
I'm just playing with it.

Read and review or else I'm going to kill you with my magic pencil!

Chapter 1

It was Friday afternoon and Lori had just come back from her work. Sitting on the couch, she stared at the rain pouring down outside her window. All her clothes were soaking wet and she wished that she had taken the bus home. Clearly that would have been a much more clever idea than walking the fourteen blocks from work to her home, but if she had done so, her stepfather would have been pissed off and called her lazy. He always did, even though he never said anything, she knew that was how he felt about her.

It had been eight years since Lori's mother have died and after that day, he had crowned her as the black sheep in this family. When her mom had been around he had treated her as his equal and sometimes as his own. She had known better and knew that it was just something he did to please her mother. Lori's mother had been the greatest and she had loved her so much.

Suddenly, Lori was dragged out from her thoughts and turned her head to gaze at the large wooden door in front of her. She drew her knees up to her chest, not taking her eyes away from the door. He was there, she knew that. He was just right outside this door, listening to what she was doing. The shadow of two large feet was moving on the other side, pacing back and forth. It felt like her heart flew up to her throat as they stopped moving and as a slow, but loud knock hit the door, Lori let out a silent screech.

"Lori," he croaked. "Are you in there?" The voice was so cold and harsh that it almost turned her into stone.

"Y-yes, sir," Lori stuttered. "Yes, I am." Her heart kept beating faster and Lori prayed for that he would leave immediately and never return. Unfortunately, she had never been very lucky and before Lori managed to blink he was already inside the door. She stared at him as he slowly moved towards her. He was wearing his long, red and expensive coat which shuffled along the floor behind him, and his black hair was lying as perfectly as always on his head. Her eyes were still pointed at him, though she really wanted to look in another direction, she just couldn't do it. He stopped just around a foot away from Lori and her face was so close to his. She could smell the stench of his rotten teeth as he breathed and tried not to throw up.

"Your clothes are wet. Maybe you should change into something more proper," he said dryly, his eyes examining her up and down. "You may get sick."

"And why would you care if I get sick or not?" Lori asked, trying to keep her voice sound just as stiffly as his. "You've never cared about what I'm doing before, then why would you start now."

His face expression changed and he almost seemed shocked by her answer, but then he got to himself again. "Maybe you don't care, but it is today." Lori frowned at him, which apparently made him more irritated. He breathed heavily before he spoke again. "Today it has been eight year since she died. You of all should remember that, but maybe I have been wrong with you. Maybe you don't remember, but at least I do since I am the only person who ever cared her."

"SHUT UP!" Lori yelled, clenching her fists. She felt how the anger grew inside of her body and she was madder than she had ever been before. "If you think that you were the only one who loved her, then you are wrong." Lori was almost whimpering as she spoke and she glared right into his eyes. "Please, leave."

"No," he snapped at her and grabbed Lori's hand. "You're going with me and we're going to remember what your mother meant to me, just as she wanted to be remembered." Lori moved quickly, turning her arms and twisting out of his grip. "Let's go." Lori screamed as he grabbed her arm again. This time he fought against her when she tried to get out of his grip. Angry at Lori's disobedience, he snapped and shoved her into the brick wall beside the fireplace.

"Please, no…" Lori cried.

"Shut up!" he yelled as he slapped her in the face. Lori's head bounced off the wall and she gazed up seeing his fists coming towards her and she waited for the punch, but nothing happened. Suddenly, Lori felt a massive burning and aching on the left side of her face. She put her hand up to her cheek, and that was when they both realized that she was bleeding. Lori tried to run, but he grabbed both of her arms and slammed her back against the wall again.

"Let me go!" she screamed as she continued to fight. He raised his hand, clenched in a fist, and was about to hit her again. But in the second, he lowered his head down and whispered in Lori's ear.

"Think about this to the next time when you want to argue with me."

Lori's eyes were staring down at the drops of blood which was spread on the floor. She heard how he rose to his feet again and slowly walked to the door, slamming it hard behind him. She didn't dare to move until there was no sound to hear. Her hands trembled as she moved herself over to the couch, and then her whole body started to tremble terribly from fear.

With her eyes full of tears, Lori looked up and studied the picture standing on a small table. It was a picture of her and her mom in the Zoo. As she looked at her warm, comforting face and her long, brown curls, Lori gulped past the lump in her throat. The next day her Mum had died. Lori reached over to finger the wood on the photo frame and smiled back at her delighting smile.

"I'm not going to let him take you away from me, Mom," Lori sobbed and pressed the frame against her chest. "I'm not going to let you down." With those words she stood up, leaving the frame on the couch and grabbed her blue coat. She pulled it on as she burst open the door, and ran down the stairs. Hearing her stepfather's yelling, she pulled up the backdoor and walked into the dark, heavy rain.

The rain was coming down heavily from a darkened late-afternoon sky. Looking around herself, Lori saw men and women trying to reach the bus as fast as they could. This was because of the rain and what it does. No one she knew liked rain; they only thought of it as a bad thing. Lori had never understood herself on them. To her, rain was the most peaceful thing she knew. The sound of it drowned out everything else, even in busy town such as Gotham.

Lori was wandering through back alleys where drug dealers normally were found, but today they were empty in the cleansing presence of the rain. She had been wandering for an hour or so, clearing her thoughts and trying to know what to do later. So far she didn't know what to do.

Lori kept walking up the road when she suddenly spotted something which looked like a public garden. Lori had never seen it before; although it might have had something to do with that she had never been allowed to be in this area. She studied the garden and saw that there was some sort of a roof made by wooden beams covered in vines and ivy. She distinctly jogged into the middle of the garden and stopped to look as she was out of the rain. It was surprisingly little water which made it through the ivy ceiling above her. Lori laid her head down in the some wet grass and glanced up at the dark sky. There were two things that she knew. First, she could not go home, at least not today. And second, whatever that waited for her back home was definitely not good. Lori was just about to close her eyes when she heard something which caught her attention.

Over the sound of the heavy rain, Lori could just distinguish a sound like… running? Yes, it was running, but not only running. It was kicking and when she listened carefully she heard a sound which she had heard and felt too many times. It was the sound of a clenched fist slamming against another person's body.

Frightened, Lori silently moved towards the source of the sound, and stepped behind an ivy-covered beam, carefully peering around it. She didn't see anything and it wasn't before now that she realized that it was so quiet around her, almost too quiet.

Suddenly, huge branches from trees were falling down on her and Lori rolled over on her back just in time before the branches had hit her. She quickly got to her feet, hands trembling in shock and she looked around in confusion. Then Lori saw what was going on.

Right above her, on the ivy-ceiling, Lori got her eye on four persons who were fighting. Even though the rain made it difficult to see clearly, she already knew who one of them was and that she couldn't be wrong. It was him, the person every one of her friends had been talking about. Lori watched him as he glamorous made his moves and the long, black cape followed him as he ran through air. He was running faster than anyone else she had ever seen before. Of course, no one Lori knew was like him either.

The three other men were following him and more branches were falling down to the ground. Lori flinched and quickly moved behind an L-shaped wall. But as she moved, she never took her eyes away from him, not even once. Watching him for so long, Lori realized that he was now running from them, not trying to trick them or lure them into some kind of a trap. No, he was really running. Her eyes followed him as he reached the end of the roof. He glanced once behind himself before he threw himself down to the ground. Lori was frightened and shocked, but then again amused when she saw how gracefully he landed on his feet. He had his gaze pointing at the ground, but as he looked up her heart froze as she stared into the eyes of Gotham's Dark Knight.