Sorry it's been a while but i recently started college and haven't have the time to write. I'm still trying to make these chapters longer but i can't so you'll just have to enjoy anyway.
I don't own any DC characters only my OC.
Nightmare
It was raining making the air cold as ice. Riley was running through a back alley trying to lose them but no matter how fast she was running they just seemed to get closer and closer. She didn't want to go back now that she had found a place she wanted to stay at. Most importantly she didn't want to leave Bruce. She felt safe in his presence which was strange because she didn't trust anyone no matter how trusting they actually were. He was just different.
She felt breathing on the back of her neck causing her to turn around. They were right behind her reaching for her. "STAY AWAY!" she screamed.
"No Riley." they all said in unison.
Turning back around, she pushed her body to go as fast as it would. Tears joined the rain dripping down her face. She finally reached the end of the alley and turned the corner to find herself in the halls of the manor. She looked behind her and saw no one. She looked in front of her and still saw no one causing her to sigh in relief. Still dripping wet from the rain, she started making her way down the hall and to the main foyer. There was a draft that traveled through the air hitting her wet body making shivers shoot up her spine. While hugging herself to stay warm, she came to the large staircase that lead right to the main door which was wide open. For some reason she was curious, so she made her way down the stairs. The closer she got to the door, the more she was able to make out what was outside. Fear shot through her making her want to turn around and run back up the stairs but her legs kept walking in the direction of the door. The van parked outside was so clear now, she could read the small writing on the side of it, "Downtown Gotham Foster Care."
Alfred appeared at the door pleading with them to wait for Bruce so they could talk about this but they wouldn't budge. Their decision was made and she was going back.
Now she was standing next to Alfred with tears pouring down her face. They finally have her in their hands and start pulling her out the door. "NO!" she screamed.
"Yes." they replied.
"NO, NO, NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO. BRUCE, BRUCE, BRUCE!"
Screaming "Bruce" at the top of her lungs makes her wake up so startled that when she sits up quickly, the wind is knocked out of her. Not only was she screaming in her dream, she was screaming out loud in her sleep. While trying to catch her breath, Bruce walks in with a worried look. Seeing him triggers the tears and instead of being in shock, now she's crying.
Immediately after sitting down on the bed, Riley buries her face into his chest. Not knowing how to react, he just puts his hand on her back. She speaks but her voice is muffled since it's still in his chest. "Don't let them take me back to that hell hole."
Unaware of what she's taking about, he asks "Don't let who take you back?"
"Foster care."
Now he was shocked. He knew she was homeless but he didn't know she chose to be. She continues to cry so he starts moving his hand on her back up and down trying to get her to calm down.
"It's okay, I won't let them." he says to reassure her.
"Promise?" she says looking up at him.
"I promise." Even after her falling back to sleep, Bruce stays in case she was to wake from another nightmare. Good thing he asked Clark to look after Gotham tonight since he chose to not go on patrol because it was Riley's first night here. While sitting there, curiosity of her past overwhelmed him. He wanted to know more about it. Questions like 'Why did she leave?', 'How come she was in that diner instead of a foster home especially that late at night?', and 'Why hasn't foster care found her yet?' raced through his head.
He decides that tomorrow at work he would use his office computer, that's connected to the bat-computer in the bat-cave, to answer these questions so he can get a better understanding of her life before they met.