Bruce's pov

"The Press?" I ask in complete shock.

"Yes sir. They are at the front door." Alfred says.

"How did they, never mind. How are we going to get her in the house? You know that the press will ask her too many questions. Freaking hell hound." I ask while muttering the last part.

"We might be able to take her in the back through the private section sir." Alfred suggests.

"I don't want her to know about you know who yet. Can't you just run them over?" I ask teasingly.

"Sorry sir but you need me in the manor not in a prison." Alfred says as he gives me the 'look' through the mirror.

"Ok. We go through the back." I reluctantly agree as Alfred pulls out of the driveway.

As we pull out of the drive way, Danielle starts to wake up. I try to sooth her back to sleep but it doesn't work. She sits up and looks at me tiredly.

"Mr. Wayne, where are we going?" She asks as I sit her in my lap.

"We are taking a different route home. Go back to sleep honey." I sooth to her as I rub her back.

"But I'm not sleepy anymore." She says honestly.

"Danielle please. Just close your eyes." I tell her gently.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I don't want the Press to see you." I explain.

"Why?" She asks again.

"I want you out of the lime light right away. I want to introduce you properly to the public, not bombard them with facts or myths. Ok. Does this make sense?" I ask while looking her dead in the eye.

"I think it makes sense." She says as she closes her eyes and buries herself in my chest.

Alfred quickly pulls in the cave and I get out quickly. I carry Danielle upstairs and head to the kitchen. I have to make it look like we came through the back. I quietly open the door and close the door loud enough for her to hear.

"Ok. Open your eyes. We're in the house." I said as I put her down gently.

She opens her eyes and looks somewhat surprised to be in the kitchen.

"But what about our bags?" She asks curiously.

"Alfred will deal with them. I had something delivered today while we were out. Come with me." I explain as I hold my hand out to her.

She takes my hand and walks with me. I take her to the room she was in yesterday and she see the same piano. She look at the piano then at me confused.

"Go on and play the key again." I tell her as I nudge her to it.

She walks up to it curiously and pushes the key. Instead of a loud shirking sound it creates a nice soft sound. She looks at me with wide, happy, excited eyes with a bright happy smile to match.

"What did you do?!" She ask excitedly.

"I called someone to fix it. I know that you wanted it to sound better so I paid someone to fix it while we were out. Do you like it?" I ask while bending down to her level.

"Yes I do. Thank you so much." She says happily as she hugs me tightly around my neck.

"You are very welcome." I said to her as I hug her back almost instantly.

We stay in the embrace for several long seconds. When I let go she is still clinging to me. I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her again and pick her up. I place her on my hip, which is weird at first but I get use to it. I look at her to find her sleeping happily in my shoulder. I walk back to her room and tuck her in bed. I pull the sheets to her chin and kiss her forehead. I leave her door crack little and head downstairs to help Alfred.

"Where is Miss Danielle?" Alfred asks.

"Taking a nap." I answer as I carry about 8 bags to the elevator.

"What are we to do about the Press?" Alfred asks as he gets the last 3 bags and joins me in the elevator.

"Wait I guess." I answer simply as place carry the bags up to her room quietly.

"I will start lunch. Please wake up Miss Danielle before I finish." Alfred says in a whisper as he places the bags down and leaves the room.

While Danielle is sleeping I go to the office and get some business done. I go back down to the cave to try locate Zucco. I just don't understand. How did he just disappear. Batman is nowhere near close to finding him. As I look for more clues I hear a piercing scream up stairs. I dash upstairs and into Danielle's room. She's fighting the sheets screaming loudly in pain.

"Danielle relaxa, aceasta este în regulă. Trezește-te. Ai avut un coșmar. Trezește-te." (Danielle relax, it is alright. Wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up.) I whisper to her as I stroke her hair.

"Mami. Tati. Nu mă lăsa. Te rog nu pleca. Nu!" (Mommy. Daddy. Please don't go. Please do not go. No!) She screams as her eyes pop open.

"Calm down Danielle. Sh. You're ok." I sooth to her as I stroke her hair.

"I'm ok Mr. Wayne. Thank you for waking me." She says with a shakily tone.

"Alright. Do you want to talk about it?" I ask her as I sit on the bed.

"Not really." She says as she keeps her head down.

"Danielle, it's ok to talk about what happened." I said to her as I remember what happened to me.

"I know. Can I be alone please?" She asks in her usual quiet and timid tone.

"Ok. I'll be in office right down the hall. Ok. Just call if you need anything." I said as I kiss her forehead and left.

Do I feel guilty for leaving yeah. But I understand that she need space and when she is ready to talk then I'll be there.

Danielle's pov

When Mr. Wayne left I look in my bag to see a picture of me and my parents. I hold the picture close to me. I start to cry softly. I want my mommy an daddy back. The man who did this will pay for what he did. I swear it.