A/N: I apologize right off the bat for the delay between chapters. There really is no other excuse than I was lazy and my computer decided to dump all of my files in some random location. I will try to be less sporadic in the future. Next, I want to thank all of the people that liked this story and showed it. You guys rock my world and helped me want to keep writing. Now without further ado the actual chapter.


I slumped down the wall. As if life could get any worse.

"Um… Hello, Rosalinda? Are you alright?" Spoke to soon.

"Yeah. It passed. Who are you?" I asked looking up at the green girl.

"I'm Megan. This must all be a little overwhelming for you," Megan said sitting next to me.

"A little. I'm still new to the whole - hero thing."

"Just get your powers?"

"What? Oh, yeah. New powers."

"What are they? Can you fly? Or are you super strong? Or maybe you're a telepath? That would be so cool if you were a telepath! Then-"

"Uh, as much as I would love to talk powers. I'm really tired, so if you don't mind-"

"Oh, yeah. Hello, Megan! You must be really tired after your trip! I'll show you to your room!" This girl was going to get on my nerves. She pulled me to my feet and started me leading me off down seemingly random hallways that all looked the same.

"Here we are!" she said. "My room's right across the hall. If you need anything, feel free to come on over. Robin's also right next door."

"Yayy," I said under my breath.

"We took the liberty of putting your suitcases in your room for you. I hope you don't mind. We didn't want you to have to try to track them down. And honestly, I think Wally was going to start going through them but-"

"Wait hold up a second. Suitcases?" I don't recall owning any suitcases… Unless… Ewwww, Bats must have packed my stuff! I might need to burn it now.

"Yeah! They were your suitcases right? Because if they weren't… that could be awkward…" She opened the door and revealed the aforementioned suitcases. Appropriately black.

"They're mine." Might as well claim them.

"Okay, then I'll just leave you to unpack and get settled. Unless you want me to help?" she asked clearly hinting that she wanted to help.

"No thanks. I'm good. See ya later." I started ushering her out of my new room. Not an easy task.

"Oh, okay. I'll just see you later then. We'll have to be sure to do something!" she said when she was over the threshold.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. BYE!" I said shutting the door. When it was finally closed completely, I let out the breath I hadn't known I was holding. That Megan girl is way too peppy. Time to find out what was in these suitcases I just claimed as mine. There were only two… and a box labeled books. Not that surprising. I don't have that much stuff. I opened the box labeled books. It seemed the safest I ought to know its contents by heart. As I lifted the lid, there was an envelope on top. I picked it up and opened it.

Rosalinda,

This whole experience may seem a little overwhelming. I took the liberty of packing your stuff up and bringing it here to the base to help with the adjustment. I had hoped this would be smooth and painless. I know it won't be. I had wished it wouldn't have come to this, but to leave you on the streets was becoming to big a risk. Oh, I found an old beat up shoebox hidden under your bed. I didn't look inside it since it seemed private. I packed it in here with the books. Hope everything works out. They're good kids. Trust me on this one.

Sincerely,

Batman

Awwww, isn't Bats the sentimental one? Though I may still need to burn some of my stuff now.

I started to dig through the box of books in search of the shoebox. It was near the bottom when I finally found it. It seems so cliché to keep my childhood in a shoebox but I hadn't had much of one. I opened it slowly. Right on top was a picture of my parents and I quickly set it aside. Next came a locket and that was also quickly set aside. There was a letter done in shaky handwriting. I knew what it said by heart. I carefully touched the writing my eyes welling up. I blinked them away. A few other pictures came out and were set aside. Then I found what I had bee looking for one of those picture strips you get from a picture booth. You know what I'm talking about right?

Anyways, in each of the pictures, there was an eight-year-old little girl with long, curly hair and a big toothy grin with a little boy who was about the same age with sunglasses. They were laughing and making funny faces at the camera. In the last photo though, they had thrown an arm around each other and smiled as big as they could. The little boy had taken off his sunglasses and you could see his ice-blue eyes. I lingered on this picture longer than the others. The tears came back.

"What happened to us, Dick?" I asked the photo strip in a shaky voice. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away sniffling. I quickly replaced everything in the shoebox and shoved it under the bed where it belonged. A hesitant knock came at the door.

"Rosalinda? Could I talk to you for a second?" I whipped my head up a looked at the door.


A/N: Fun stuff, fun stuff! Hope you guys liked it! I hope that it was good. This is all still kind of new to me so yeah... See ya soon... I hope...