Chapter 3: Obsessive kitty, have you found your mousey?

Dedication: The Cranberries – Dreams

Disclaimer: I do own Batman or anything associated with DC and Marvel. It starts out slow, so please bear with it till later chapters.

Years went by and my desire to connect with daddy increased, also somewhere along the line I realized…the only way to do so is by becoming a rat man like him. By helping him keep Gotham safe, I would 100% gain his respect and thus he would at least look me in the eye, but I didn't know how to do that. Who would? We don't know how to become a doctor or police man when we're kids. The

prospect of college and similar things are pretty low on our minds. We know the terms from our parents, but not the way they work.

That was a problem for me as well. Rat man existed, but how it came to be…that was a mystery. At this point I knew everything came from somewhere. Babies come from mommies, day comes from the sun, night from the moon, but rat man…I had no idea.

Alfred was concerned with my obsession, though he knew only that I adored rat man to a compulsive degree.

The solution came to me when I was 6. At the time I noticed the way some acrobats moved on TV and by connecting it with gymnasts and a few karate movies with Jackie Chan I knew what I had to do. So the begging came in the form of a small blond girl imploring a dear old butler of hers, after her surrogate father simply ignored her – him saying "yes, that's nice Georgia' to everything she said was a clear sign that he wasn't even listening. It took weeks, but Alfred finally gave in and made the subtle suggestions to his employer of her taking a few gymnastic – for entertainment and health's sake – and a few combat classes – for protection in case one of them wasn't there to protect her. It worked and I was finally one step closer to my greatest wish, but we all know how wishes rarely come true. My own would also take that path but in the form of a boy slightly older than me, one that I would love with all my heart, but also loath with the greatest passion. My suffering was just beginning for in the new few months, the little blue eyed boy was to arrive and I still didn't realize my insignificant role in that house and it would remain so for years to come, my one and only requiem.

Chapter 4: Little queen, little queen, is that your tomcat?

Dedication: He Is We – Happily Ever After

The first time Dick Grayson entered Wayne Manor, he couldn't say he was impressed. He was numb more than anything, he could care less, but Bruce understood and that was at least something. That was mostly the reason he could come here with him, though anything was better than The Home. The Gotham orphanage was the perfect environment for homeless children, ha! He could burst out laughing at the notoriety of the thought. It was hell and back. He never wanted to go back there, ever!

Even so, he knew, he understood. Nothing will be the way it was when was still an acrobat. The days of the circus and his parents were over, long gone. Now he had to live in an old looming mansion with just two other people living in it, but no matter how full the house would have been, the loneliness would never go away.

Bruce Wayne was distant no matter how much in common the two had, but truth be told, he could never fault him for it for he too was the same. Bruce was nothing more than a guardian, no matter how much time would pass he would never be his father and he never wanted him to be either. He preferred to remember his old man just the way he was. Dick didn't need a new one. Even if his family had fallen to their deaths, they were still family and nothing would ever change that, especially not a man with too much money to spare. Dick and Bruce had nothing but respect for each other and that was the way it would always remain and never change.

"Hello?" Dick was startled at once. The sound was pipsqueak-y, like nothing he ever heard before. Could mice talk? No that was an impossible though. He looked left and then right but nothing came into his visual field.

"Hi!" there it was again, coming from above he could deduce and there she was, a small slender kid with a mop of gold tresses. She was leaning over the upper levels balustrade in order to get a better look at him and Richard was sure that if she leaned just a little bit more she would fall, but said nothing of it, mostly due to Bruce, who was yelling next to him as soon as he saw the smaller creature.

"Georgiana! Get away from there! I thought I told you to stay in your room!" the girl lowered herself and cowered slightly behind the railing.

"But, I heard you were to bring a new brother home. I just wanted to see him. Besides it was Alfred that told me to go to bed, not you dad." She barely muttered the last bit, maybe in hopes of Bruce not hearing her, but he obviously did for he only got angrier.

"No matter! Go back to your room. Now! It's long past you bedtime, anyway." Georgiana only nodded, admitting defeat, but only brightened more after that. It only puzzled Dick more so. She once again leaned over the railing and spoke to him in the brightest voice he has ever heard ever since his parents' death, it reminded him of the luster of the circus, of home.

"I'm Georgiana Wayne! It would seem that you're my new brother! Nice to meet you! I have to go now, but welcome to Wayne Manor!" she turned right with the intention of going to her room but stopped once and turned to Dick once more.

"Almost forgot! What's your name?"

"Richard." He garbled, fidgeting. This was making him all the more uncomfortable by the minute, but somehow he found a bit of strength and he could speak louder. "Richard Grayson, but everyone calls me Dick!" She smiled a thousand watt smile.

"I think I like Richard more. Good night, Richard. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight…" Maybe it wouldn't be as somber as he expected, living here. Somehow he couldn't wait for tomorrow.