Phwew. long chapter. lots of stuff happens. This is going to focus alot on Indi and how she feels. Enjoy this very long and very diverse chapter. let me know what you think. even if you hate it, but if you do, please give me constructive critism. it helps me grow as a writter. also, if you have questions i'll gladly answer them. :D

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~Laces

Chpt.10

"Miss Indira, I dare to ask, but how did you manage to get a piece of the broken vase lodged into your shoulder?" Alfred questioned as he took a pair of tweezers out of the medical cabinet.

"I honestly don't know." I sighed, shaking my head. One trip to the Bathroom, then BANG! Broken vase. I saw that Alfred was about to take the vase piece out of my skin, but I stopped him.

"In my eyes, it hurts less if I do it myself." I explained with a smile, and he handed me the tweezers and I easily pulled the vase shard out of my shoulder. Alfred then rubbed it with cleaning medicine that burned, and then bandaged it up.

"Thanks Alfred." I grinned.

"Not a problem Miss Indira." he smiled.

"Sorry about the vase by the way."

"No harm done. It has happened many times before. I'm surprised that Master Bruce has yet to lock them in a case." Alfred grinned. I nodded my head.

Alfred does have a point there, but then again, Bruce has no actual interest in the art he owns. It was only to keep up that play boy, rich person image. So hopefully one broken vase won't be much of a big deal to him.

I walked back to my room which was still very bland. I spent most of my time in there, staring out the window, day dreaming.

I did that a lot. Day dreaming I mean. I always got into trouble doing that, it but I couldn't help it. It would take me away from my troubles, and put me at ease. I then snapped out of my gaze when I heard a knock at the door.

"Indi?" I recognized the voice.

What now, Dick? I didn't like it when people snapped me out of my fantasies, but I took in a deep breath to calm down, and I opened the door.

"Are you alright? I heard about the vase, and you've been really quiet." he stated with concern.

Dick! Stop being so protective! "I'm fine." I informed shortly. I knew that was a lie. I missed my home, but would I let Dick, or anyone for that matter, know about my insecurities? Of course not!

Dick had a look like he knew I was lying.

"If there's anything going on, you know you can talk to me." he stated. I was tempted to just let it out and tell him. But, talking about being scared and home sick, in my eyes, showed weakness.

"I'm alright." I stated. Dick's blue eyes met mine, and his face looked very serious.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. NO! I'm not fine! I miss my parents and my home! I feel like at any moment Joker's going to come busting in and blow up everything, and I'm confused why I'm here in the first place!

"I'm sure." I said sternly, trying to keep my lip from quivering because what I was saying was completely contradicting what I was feeling and it was tearing me apart.

Dick still looked at me skeptically but nodded

"Alright. I just thought you should know."

"Thanks." I stated quickly, and closed the door. I couldn't take it anymore. I slid down against the door and sobbed. Crying showed weakness, but I just needed to make sure that nobody would see me. Unfortunately I could hear Dick sigh from the other side of the door and walk away.

Now he thinks I'm weak! Why do I have to cry? I just want to feel nothing. I don't care! I don't care about anything or anyone! I was fighting with my emotions. I felt like crying was okay, but the way I was raised told me it was a sign of weakness! Don't cry? Don't care? Cry? Care? Which one to chose? Weakness? Strength?

"Aw, well isn't this just sad." the voice made me snap my head up in the direction of my window. There stood Jason Todd! I quickly wiped my tears away with my arm, and stood up with a scowl.

"How did you get in here? What do you want?" I growled. My voice was cracking but I was trying my hardest to keep it under control.

"Wow." Jason chuckled. "That almost sounded intimidating."

"Tu eres un…"

"Again with the Spanish. Really Indi?" he laughed. I ran to him and forced my fist forward, aiming at his face, but he quickly caught it. He didn't do anything with it though. He didn't flip me, he didn't twist my arm. He just stood there holding my fist tightly, not letting me go.

"That was a stupid move. You're smarter then this, but you just weren't thinking." he explained.

"Let me go." I stated and he did. I looked at the door then looked at him. I had no clue what to do. Yell for Dick? Try to attack again? I didn't know what else there was to do besides those two things but a question just came out of my mouth.

"What do you want?" Jason shrugged, leaning comfortable on the window sill.

"To talk." he answered.

"About what?" I questioned. He came here just to talk?

"About you." he answered.

"You know, that sounds really creepy." I stated. Jason just chuckled at my statement.

"It's not like that." he informed.

"Then what is it like." I growled. I felt like crossing my arms over my chest, but I couldn't thanks to my injured shoulder.

"I can read people like an open book. Even you. Everything about your life is written on your face. You are confused, and scared, but you're fighting. You are a fighter. What I want to know is why. Why are you fighting with your emotions? Why are you a fighter? What made you like this?"

"Just… just get out! I don't want to talk!" I exclaimed.

"Then why were you crying?" he stated calmly. That left me speechless. I quickly put my hand on the door handle.

"Go ahead. Call Dick." he said with a shrug. I took my hand off of the door handle, and looked at Jason. "What are you going to do Indi?" he questioned.

"I'm… I'm…" my fists were clenched at my sides and tears started to streak my face. Jason walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. The movement surprised me, but I quickly shrugged his hand off.

"I'm not sure." I answered. I kept trying to wipe my tears away. Jason grabbed my hands.

"Stop holding back! Cry!" My eyebrows furrowed, and I kicked Jason in the chest.

"You can't tell me what to do! No one can tell me what to do!" I elbowed Jason in the stomach. Then I pinned Jason to the ground, and punched him repeatedly in the face.

"I am not weak!" I exclaimed. "You don't know anything about me! I hate you! Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!" I screamed. Jason easily grabbed my fists and quickly had me pinned.

"You remind me of me when I was your age."

"I am not like you, and I will never be like you. Now get out." I hissed. Jason shrugged and made his way to the window.

"I'll see you again soon Indi." he smiled, and disappeared out the window. Once again, I was left alone, and confused.

I heard a knock at the door, and before I could even open it, I heard Dick say,

"Indi? Indi, I heard you yelling. Are you okay?" I opened the door and hugged him tightly.

"Dick, I'm not weak. I'm scared, and confused, but I swear, I'm not weak." I sobbed. Dick seemed to be taken back for a moment, but then knelt down next to me and patted my back.

"Shhh. I know you aren't weak. I know." he said in a comforting voice. "What are you scared and confused about?" he questioned.

"I'm confused why I'm here, and I'm scared because I don't want to grow up to be like Jason."

"Jason? Indi, you may have similar pasts, but that doesn't mean you're going to be like him when you get older." Dick stated.

"I like to believe that, but I'm not sure." I sighed.

"You are the one who decides you're future. Not me, not Jason, not Batman, but you." Dick said giving me a hug.

"Dick, I hate Jason. I hate him so much. He came into my room." I informed, tears still streaking my cheeks. I could sense that this unnerved Dick. "He said he just wanted to talk. He wondered why I'm a fighter, and I was confused what to do. I attacked him, but he was able to beat me, and he said that I'd be seeing him soon." I explained.

"Indi, Jason's unstable. Sometimes he doesn't make any sense. You shouldn't worry yourself over what he says." Dick explained.

"Yah, but the whole time, I wanted to trust him. I felt like I was talking to another version of me. He said that he just wanted me to talk to him. And I wanted to. I wanted to trust him. It doesn't make any sense. Trust the man who took me away from my home? It's plain stupid, but I still wanted to." Dick patted my back.

"He likes playing games with people's minds. Don't let him get to you." he stated. I nodded my head.

"Come on. Want to train with me down in the cave?" he inquired. I smiled and nodded my head, but on the inside, I couldn't help but think about what Dick had said about Jason liking to play games with people minds. What scared me was that I liked doing that too.