Alright! Chapter Two is up! Thanks for the review highlander 348. I don't want to give off too much information about the Xavier Family, but yes Bella is most certainly a telepath. She is based off Jean Grey and off Dagger (part of the superhero duo cloak and dagger). I always felt that there should have been a deeper correlation between Jean Grey and Professor X because of the similarity between their abilities, so Is parents will die a bit later in his life here. I know its traditionally accepted that they die when he'll probably be 12 in this case.

Disclaimer: I don't own the entire Batman Franchise or the X-men franchise. *cries in corner*

The second time Bruce crossed paths with Bella Xavier, was at her father's funeral. He vaguely remembered her, like so many people who made his acquaintance, but she wasn't really of any large consequence. At the end, it turned out she wasn't even there.

Earlier that morning, his parents had dragged him to the airport so they could go to Metropolis. Bruce glared out the window of the plane the entire flight, remaining silent. He figured his father probably had a business meeting or something and his mother dragged him along so they could have some much needed "family time".

As far as Bruce was concerned, family time was a waste of time. He, as a twelve year old boy, had better things to do. He could be at home playing Sega or exploring the grounds with Rachel, rather than sitting in a boring old company plane.

When the car that came to get them from the airport stopped at a church, Bruce had to admit that he was surprised. Why would his parents force to go to another state with them just to attend mass?

He read the ornate sign on the front door, they weren't just at a church, they were at a cathedral. The "cathedral" was huge, even by Bruce's standards. He felt like the building belonged in the Vatican or something. Everyone inside the church was dressed in black and when Bruce saw the shiny black casket at the front of the long aisle, he realized he was at a funeral.

Tugging on the sleeve of his mother's long dress, he whispered, "Who died?"

She looked down at him sadly.

"Mr. Xavier, you remember him don't you? From that dinner party a couple years ago. Maybe you saw him a couple more times. He was with his daughter; God, I think her name was…."

"Anabella?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, that was it."

Bruce felt bad, even though he didn't know Mr. Xavier that well; he had seemed like a nice guy….and Bella had as well.

Interrupting his own train of thought, Bruce asked his mother, "How did he die?"

"Someone shot him, Bruce," she said, with the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.

Now Bruce was really surprised. Sure a lot of people got shot in Gotham, but up until now he hadn't known one personally. He had heard that the crime rates were lower in other cities. Why would some shoot Professor Xavier in Metropolis? In they didn't have ice sculptures, how would they have muggings?

Wait! Why did he think there were no ice sculptures in Kansas? Shaking his head slightly, he figured he must have read it somewhere.

His father motioned for them to come forward.

"Come on you two, we're already late."

While Bruce's parents sat in the pew and listened to the Priest speak, Bruce searched for anyone he might know. since he had some recollection of Bella, he decided to make her the object of his search. She was nowhere to be found.

He had already found a woman he remembered, Lilandra Neramani. She was sitting near the back of the congregation, finally assumed that Bella must be in the front, but due to the amount of people in the Cathedral, there was no way he would ever be able to see her from where he currently sat.

After what seemed like three never ending hours, the service was over. Bruce and his parents slowly made their way to the front of the Cathedral to say their final goodbyes to Mr. Xavier. It took a long. Judging by the amount of people packed in the cathedral, Dr. Xavier had known a lot of people.

When they reached the casket, Bruce peered in. Mr. Xavier didn't look dead; it just looked like he was sleeping. They had even covered the lower half of his body in something that looked like a quilt. You couldn't see any of his bones and his flesh wasn't decaying, like the dead people in movies.

Bruce's father pulled him toward the side of the church, away from the casket.

In the nearby corner stood a tall man and a woman They both looked uncomfortable in their current environment. The man kept tugging at the collar of his dress shirt and the woman was instinctively drying her eyes, despite there being no tears coming from them. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, Bruce could barely make out what they were saying.

"She'll be fine Martha. She's probably better of at the farm than she is here, anyway. Seeing the casket would traumatize her further if anything."

"Yes, but was it wise to leave her and Clark alone with...those people?"

"They work for Charles. They wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Besides, they didn't seem like they wanted to be at the funeral anyway."

"But, Charles is dead now, Jonathan. And they're in our home."

"He's still their employer. She'll be fine."

Bruce's father walked up to the couple.

"You must be Jonathan and Martha Kent. I'm Thomas Wayne, a colleague of Charles'. Lanadin dropped the news that his daughter would be staying with you?"

"Until the company decides to take her back," Martha Kent muttered under her breath.

Jonathan gave his wife a pointed look.

"Yes, until she's old enough to take over her father's position as CEO."

"That's a tough life for a little girl. How is she? Please tell her Martha, Bruce, and I are sorry for her loss."

Bruce nodded.

"To put it frankly, she isn't taking it well. The whole incident has well left her rather….shaken up."

Bruce's father sighed sadly. He spoke quieter, as if he didn't want Bruce to overhear.

"So the rumors are true then?"

Martha Kent answered this question in an equally hushed tone.

"I don't suppose we can keep it quiet anymore. She did. She saw everything."

"Oh, my God."

"Charles had to go on a last minute business venture to the Caribbean. We agreed to take Bella for the weekend. He got back last Tuesday, but...It was our son's birthday, so Bella spent the night with us. We planned to drop her of the next morning. When we did, the whole complex was quiet, too quiet. No gardening staff in the front, nothing."

"I thought he had given them the day of or something," Jonathan Kent said.

"I should've walked her in, but she said she was fine. I waited for her until she got inside."

"And when she did?"

"She just screamed at the top of her lungs."

"And Charles was dead?"

"As a doorknob. Everyone else was too, the housekeeper, cook, everyone."

"He had told us he'd been suspicious for a while. But, I'd-"

Martha Kent stifled a sob.

Thomas Wayne gave them both an apologetic look.

"I never thought this sort of thing could happen outside of Gotham."

"Neither did we. This is rural Kansas for Christ's sake! The crime rate is below 3%"

Thanks so much for reading! This chapter was updated as of 4/14/14.