Disclaimer: Um yeah, I still don't own Batman. But if I did I would be using the batmobile to evade meter maids and traffic cops

A/N: Hello again all, Thank you for choosing my story. It really means a lot to me. Ugh, I just had my first day of work today! It was super hard, I had to fill orders and everything! I hate growing up! Anyways, don't listen to my rant. Here's the story! Enjoy!

+Chapter Four+

If I needed someone to control me
If I needed someone to hold me down
I would change my direction
And save myself before I...
If I needed someone to control me
If I needed someone to push me around
I would change my direction
And save myself before I...Drown...Drown – Three Days Grace "Drown"

Flashback

October 6, 2006

Mitchie paced through the batcave, a scowl on her face. Bruce was late, he was extremely late. It wasn't like him to slack off during a case and Mitchie knew there was something wrong.

"Drink some soup, Miss Davenport." Alfred suggested. Mitchie bit her lips until they drew blood, making them sting; "I can't Alfred, Bruce isn't back yet."

Alfred chuckled, "If I know Master Wayne, he's already half way here." He motioned to the already cooling clam chowder, "Now eat something, you need some meat on those bones."

Mitchie smiled and took a large gulp of soup. She was eating in Batman's favorite chair but for now she didn't care. It was his fault he made his chair comfy and hers a piece of shit. After she finished the soup and crackers she yawned. Alfred took notice and got her a blanket. Mitchie snuggled into the familiar scent and drifted off to sleep. Not even an hour after she did, the batmobile screeched through the entrance to the batcave. Batman jumped out and noticing Mitchie removed his mask. Now he was just Bruce Wayne. He was surprised Mitchie took the news about her guardian running around in a bat suit and fighting evil. She was even coming up with a sidekick name for herself, so far the names sounded totally ridiculous; Nightwing, Condor, Star Fire. All the names sounded atrocious. Except for one, he'd seen her scribbling it next to a sketch of her costume.

"I like that one." He said. Mitchie covered the drawing with her arm, "It's not that great, it's just my mom's name."

Bruce smiled, "I think it suits your character."

Mitchie watched him walk away as she mumbled to herself, "Maybe that could work… hmmm; Robin."

Bruce glanced down at his sleeping ward, love welling inside his chest.

"She waited for you all night you know." Alfred said, clearing away Mitchie's soup bowl. Bruce scowled, "It's a school night."

"When did that ever stop you, Master Wayne?"

Bruce chuckled as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Mitchie's face. She stirred, her hazel eyes slid into focus, "Oh, hey Bruce." She yawned, turning over onto her side. Unfortunately, she wasn't in a bed, she was in a chair. Mitchie fell on the floor with a loud CLONK.

"Mitchie, are you alright?" Bruce asked, helping her to her feet. She sighed, "Just tired…" she stumbled, tying the blanket around her neck like a cape.

"I finished my costume."

He sighed, "Show me tomorrow, right now you have to get some sleep."

Mitchie yawned again as she trudged to the service style elevator, "Yeah, I know; school."

End Flashback

Mitchie blinked her eyes furiously as she tried to listen to her Spanish teacher. She was so sad; she almost couldn't bring herself to get to school. Alfred had practically dragged her out of bed and forced her to eat. Wayne manor just felt so cold now. Like you might never be cheerful again. Bruce seemed to ignore her, except for a few 'Do your homework's and eat your green beans' it was weird. And he no longer said 'I love you' when she said goodbye to him. Now it was just 'See you later' or 'Bye.' He never used her pet names either, no 'would you mind pouring me a glass of scotch, love?' or 'hey there beautiful how was your day!' and definitely no more 'Lovely, let's go to a movie tonight'. His eyes, which once shone with love and admiration, now looked flat and lifeless. He had a different woman over almost every night, and every night Mitchie's heart was torn to pieces when she heard them making love.

"Miss Davenport? Are you quite alright?" Senora Alvarez asked her depressed looking student. Mitchie looked up, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

Mitchie dabbed at her cheeks, the salty wetness dripped into her mouth. She winced, "I'm sorry… it's just… it's just…"

Senora Alvarez wrapped her in a hug, "Oh honey! Chica, I want you to go to the guidance counselor right now."

Mitchie nodded and gathered her things. On her way out she heard Tinsley whispering something to her cronies, "I told you he beats her, bet he rapes her too."

Mitchie stopped in her tracks, "What. Did. You. Say?"

"Ladies please." Alvarez interjected. Mitchie sighed and scurried off to the guidance counselor's office. Miss Granger's office was probably the weirdest room at Ravenwood. It was a strange mix of renascence and rainbows, a silver candy jar sat alone on her pristinely dusted desk along with stacks of papers. Mitchie closed the door behind her. Miss Granger perked up,

"Hello Mitchie! How are you today?"

Mitchie sank into the chaise lounge, "Not too hot."

Miss Granger took out her clipboard, "How so?"

Mitchie closed her eyes, "I can't deal anymore, I have to tell someone."

Oh my God, he is beating her! Granger thought as she scribbled something down on her pink notepad, "Tell what?"

Mitchie gulped, almost talking to herself; "Sometimes it's s hard to keep it inside. But I have to, I can't tell anyone."

Granger started sobbing, "Oh sweetheart I know what's going on here!"

"You do?!" Mitchie cried, still trying to sound apathetic. Granger nodded, "It's not your fault, Mitchie." She stated, "This happens to so many girls I see in here."

"It does?"

Granger nodded, "You just need to be strong."

Miss Granger's words gave Mitchie strength and she jumped up from the chaise lounge. She looked at her tearful counselor, "You're right! Thanks for the talk Miss Granger."

"Oh Bruce I just had the most wonderful night!"

Bruce looked to the beast latched onto his arm, "It's not over yet."

The rail thin blonde giggled, any moment now she was going to open her mouth and swallow him whole (/wink\\ totally dirty joke!). They waltzed into the mansion, which was darker than usual. Said model was now practically dragging Bruce into the nearest door.

"Fuck me." She breathed. He shivered at her forwardness, or was that from her hand on his thigh? She slid her hand under his blue Burberry dress shirt as she undid the buttons. Bruce mutely unzipped her dress as they kissed, but he felt nothing.

Mitchie rolled her eyes as she tried to focus on her homework. She hated calculus and didn't give a damn what Odysseus really thought. Her stomach rumbled; she wasn't surprised. Ever since Bruce stopped talking to her she hardly ate dinner. Sighing, she closed her books and ventured downstairs for a Twinkie or something to curb her appetite. When she returned from the kitchen she heard a loud crash coming from Bruce's study. Being curious, Mitchie went to see if he was alright. But as soon as she opened the door she wished she hadn't.

"Oh baby, who's there?" a seductive voice called. Mitchie promptly vomited on the expensive Persian rug. Bruce and some chick were in mid-fuck on the cherry-wood desk. Bruce only had a moment to look up,

"Mitchie…"

"I HATE YOU!" Mitchie cried, tearing out of the room. Bruce quickly put his pants and shirt back on, ignoring the apparently nameless model calling his name. He knew where Mitchie would go; it was her usual moping spot. Alfred walked up to him,

"Well you've done it now Master Wayne."

"Are you going to give me the 'I told you so' speech?" Bruce sighed as he ran into the service elevator to the batcave. "Alfred, would you please get rid of anonymous model?"

"Of course sir."

She was on the edge, punching the criminal mercilessly, the steel knuckles of her gloves slammed over and over into the perp's face. She was pounding him to a bloody pulp. Robin glanced to the discarded remains of a purse that had been snatched out of some unsuspecting woman's hands. It was lavender colored, its thick strap broken.

"P…please…" the criminal gasped, blood spurted from his wounds and splattered onto Robin's face. How she relished the taste of blood. As she raised her hand again someone grabbed it forcefully. She knew who that was.

"Robin, let him go."

She obeyed and the beaten man limped away swiftly, all the while screaming; "You guys are Nazis man! Fuckin' Nazi's!"

"Yeah you better run!" Robin growled, then turned to Batman. She yanked her hand away, "Don't touch me."

Batman looked sad for a moment, almost like he might cry; "I know how hard this must be for you."

Robin scowled as she started up a fire escape, "Just stop right there. You really have no idea what I'm going through. So just shut up and leave me alone."

It hurt Batman to see her so angry and as they walked along the rooftops he really had no idea what to say. Robin turned to him, her voice bitter; "I can't believe I'm still in love with you."

"We can't. This… thing can't go on."

She slapped him. Although he didn't feel it, the Kevlar made sure of that. But it felt like a slap to his system, almost like a jump start. "Don't you say that! You know that it can work! I'll be eighteen soon, yeah? We can just keep it a secret."

Batman closed his eyes, "There are already too many secrets. I don't think I'll be able to keep you any longer. The school thinks I abuse you."

Robin turned her back on him, "I you love me, you'll do this for me."

It was he who kissed her this time. It was nothing like their first kiss, which had been spur of the moment, this one was heartfelt. Raw emotion surged through them both,

"I do love you." He breathed.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, they made up... I think? JK, the next chapter will be jumping right into the Dark Knight, so be ready. There might be a few spoilers, so if you have yet to see it I suggest you go out and watch it, or download it illegally. (shhh, don't tell anyone I told you that kiddies!) The Joker will make an appearence very soon, and Tinsley Tyler? Let's just say she does a little "snooping" in the next few chapters. As always, tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? Need to Vent? I'd love to hear it. Now I'll leave you with one final thought,

Christian Bale or Val Kilmer for Batman?