She reached in the box and dug around until one caught her eye. The letter had a picture of a bat on it, that looked like it was made with blue crayon, it looked like it was made by a kid. She smiled abit, Bruce really does reach out to alot of people. She opened the letter and began to read. The first thing she noticed is that the whole letter was written by an eight year old.

Dear Mr. Batman

My name is James Meyer I'm 8 years old. I asked my mommy to help me write a letter to you to say thank you. Some time ago you saved my mommy from that mean clown. She was working at her job at the bank when that bad clown broke in. I was at my aunty Rachel's house when I saw it on the news my aunty didn't want me to watch it but I told her I wanted to. She was about to say no when we saw you on the news. You broke in through the window and beat up that bad clown. You saved my mommy thank you so much Batman she's really all I have left. My daddy isn't around anymore I asked my mommy what happened to him but she doesn't like talking about him. I drew you a picture I hope you like it.
Thanks again your friend
James

After she got done reading the letter she looked at the picture that came with the letter. The picture was of what looked like a drawing of Batman, the joker, a woman and a small child. In the picture Batman was standing over the joker who was laying on the ground with 'x's' over his eyes. The woman and child was off to the side cheering for Batman. She smiled she was going to hang this up in her room and keep it there no matter what Bruce says.

She was about to grab another one when she heard the door open. Hawkgirl walked in muttering something about Flash being annoying. She caught sight of Diana. "O" I'm sorry Diana I didn't think anyone was in this room.
It's okay Shayera I was just reading some letters. She was about to continue talking when she was interrupted by Shayera. What, you get fanmail not even Superman gets fanmail.

It's not for me it's from people in Gotham to Batman. She said with a hint of amusement. Shayera wasn't wrong though in the whole 2 years that the Justice league has been operating no-one got any mail address to their super-powered identities not that they expected any they all got into the hero business to save people not make fans.

Are you telling me Mr tall, dark and broody gets fanmail. Shayera said as she started to laugh. Who's it from Satan worshiping Colts wanting an autograph. Diana just laugh and said for her to read some herself. Shayera sat down and they both reached in and both took a letter

When Diana got done reading her letter she looked up at Shayera. Diana was shocked when she saw Shayera's face. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Shayera what's wrong are you OK? Diana said well trying to get through to her friend. All Shayera did was look up at her and handed the letter to her. Diana started to read the letter unsure of what upset her friend.

Dear Batman
My name is Paige Thomas, You probably don't remember me but on the night of October 10th 2011 you saved my life. I was the girl that you found in the bathtub with both wrist slit. I was going through a very low part of my life that year my mom died after a hard battle with cancer. The guy I thought I loved cheated on me with the girl I thought was my best friend. I got fired from my job and the bills started to Pile up. I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, I didn't get in the tub with the intent of taking my life but as I layed their thinking about everything, I didn't see it getting better anytime soon. I saw one of my ex-boyfriend's razor it was one of those old fashion ones that you had to put a razor blade in. I grab it and just stared at it I slowly took out the blade. As I put the blade to my skin all I was thinking is that I'll be with my mom soon maybe I'll be happy, maybe I'll get to see my old dog again that I had to put down last year. I slowly pulled the blade against my skin thinking it will beover soon. I heard a window braking in my living room and laugh of course I was getting robbed. I thought "fuck it"I'll be gone soon and I don't have much. Then I heard another window braking and heard the robbers shouting "it's the bat". When I heard the fighting stop I heard you start walking around then you opened my bathroom door. You had on a mask but I could have swore your eyes went wide. I heard you tell someone called "Oracle" to call an ambulance. You rushed over to me a pulled be out of the tub. You held me close and told me it was going to be OK. You held onto my wrist and wrapped your cape around me. To tell you the truth I never felt so safe in your arms. You held on to me until the ambulance got there. When they took me I was holding on to your cape as if my life depended on it. The next day when I woke up at the hospital I still had your cape I grabbed it and wrapped it around me. It made me fill safe, like their was someone out there who cared about me. Even when I got out of the hospital I still use it as a blanket sometimes. I'm writing this letter to you today because when I was at the hospital I met the love of my life, his name is Josh and today I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl I named her Hope. If you weren't there that night I wouldn't be here today and neither would Hope. Thank you Batman you saved my life that night and gave me a second chance at life. You're a hero I don't care what the others say You are a hero and you're my hero.
Thanks again Batman
Paige Thomas

I got two more chapters in mind with three more letters let me know what you think of this story. This is my first story so all reviews and criticism are welcome