Chapter 6

"Anastasia Wayne," he said, his smirk growing as if to show how amusing this was to him, "Batman's little brat. Tell me, has your father missed me?"

This was more of a shock than anything, he knew who Bruce was, although, in retrospect it made more sense why she was in this position now. In a split second decision, she narrowed her eyes in a glare towards him, letting her annoyance show. "I wouldn't know."

It seemed as if he expected this though, as if it simply made him happier in his own twisted way. "There it is! That beloved Wayne Spark!" he said,as he began to walk towards her.

Fear forming in her stomach Anna did the only thing she could think of, and reached down towards her nightstand, as if she had done this a thousand times. No, she didn't have any sort of weapon, as Bruce would have never allowed that. But, he didn't know that.

"A ta ta ta," he said, fakely tsking her as he revealed countless weapons he had had hidden on himself, "We wouldn't want to get hurt would we, hmm?"

He continued to step forward, as Anastasia subconsciously backed up. Suddenly, it got to the point where she no longer could, where the only thing between her and the wall was about a foot of air. Quickly, she half cowered herself, attempting to give off the impression of being terrified.

And, it worked. As soon as he was within a close enough distance, she swung the purse in her hand at him. Although this wouldn't typically do any damage, especially to someone like him, it had caught him off guard, giving her enough time to reach inside and pull out a can of pepper spray. Without wasting a single moment, she sprayed it into his face. With that, she bolted for the door, letting the can drop behind her.

Honestly, she had no idea where she was going. But, she had to use the tiny lead she had given herself to do something. Of course, her first thought was to go to the kitchen, as at least she could find a sort of weapon there.

However, she barely even had time to think before she could hear his footsteps echoing behind her. Although she didn't dare turn around to see the monster following her, she knew he was there and most likely angry at this point. Grabbing a knife as soon as she arrived in the room, she turned to face the door. As soon as he walked into the room she realized she had cornered herself, letting him walk forward with practically no difficulties.

When he got within her reach, she stabbed frantically, having absolutely no clue what she was doing and running solely on adrenaline. He let out a small scoff before easily knocking it out of her had, and before she could react his hand was around her throat, lifting her off the ground. Her hands automatically flew up, clawing at his hand to try to free herself as the edges of her vision blur.

"Shh, everything's going to be alright," he said as if speaking to a small child, causing her to glare.

"Shut up asshole," she said with what little breath she had, deciding she might as well go out swinging.

"Now, now, there's no need to be vulga-" he started, before hearing the front door slam shut suddenly.

Suddenly, everything became a blur, and the last thing Anastasia could remember was him whispering in her ear the words, "Sweet dreams, little girl."

When her vision returned, he was gone, causing panic to stir within her. This only increased when she heard footsteps, quickly standing to her feet before a very concerned Alfred walked into the room, arms full of groceries. "Miss Anastasia? Are you alright?" He asked, an almost fatherly concern lacing his tone.

Smiling, well, doing her best to smile, Anna nodded, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, as if that was why she was in the room originally. "Oh, of course Alfred, I just slipped," she said with a light laugh edging her tone.

This seemed to be enough for him, as he returned the smile. "Very well, do try to be careful next time," he said, a chuckle lacing his own tone as well.

"I will," she responded, extending the word a bit before starting to make her way out.

As she did, the panic, which had never really left, came back fully. Quickly, she tried to make it back to her room without passing out or showing any signs of doing so earlier, and even in her weak state she knew one thing. This wasn't over.