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It occurred to me that Sarah should be speaking French, since she's in Paris, but let's just say that she can speak both French and English!

-Rachele

(Disclaimer: I own Sarah and the story line, nothing else!)

Chapter 9: Someday

DPOV

Today was Sarah's sixth birthday, and to say that she was excited was an understatement. She was thrilled to be a year older, but I was scared to death. I was losing time on telling Bruce the truth, and I knew he needed to hear it from me.

But how to tell him?

It was never easy telling a man that he had a daughter he didn't know about. And especially when that man was Bruce and Batman. His reaction would be interesting and petrifying at the same time. He always surprised me, no matter what the situation.

"Head in the clouds?" A voice said and I turned to see Anne standing there with a smile on her face.

"Anne," I sighed happily. She always made me feel better about this mess. She had become a good friend of mine, and Sarah really enjoyed her company. Anne had been trying to get away from work to come celebrate Sarah's birthday with us, but she wasn't sure if she could.

"Anne!" I heard Sarah call and she jumped into the woman's arms. "I was worried you wouldn't make it," She said softer now as Anne held her up in her arms.

"I was too, but it doesn't matter now. I'm here, and that's all that matters Kitten. Happy Birthday by the way." Anne smiled at her and Sarah returned the gesture.

"Will's here too, he brought me a necklace, you wanta see?" She asked her.

"Of course!" Anne laughed as Sarah pulled the chain out from under her shirt.

"It's really valuable. Will made it with his dad; remember I told you that Mr. Cormack was a necklace maker?" She asked her innocently. Sarah had loved that necklace the moment she saw it, and even this second her hand was gently playing with the heart shape it made. "He wrote on it too," She said flipping it over to the engraved letters on the back. "To my best friend, -Will." All in all, it was the sweetest and most wonderful gift anyone could have given.

"It's absolutely beautiful Sarah, and it matches your absolutely beautiful face!" Anne kissed Sarah's cheek as she let her down to the floor and Sarah scurried off to wherever Will and she had been playing.

"The two of them," I laughed to myself. "I wouldn't be surprised if they fell in love when they get older. But of course, as her mother, I won't be letting her love anyone for a while." I teased.

"I'd watch out Di, that little boy could very easily steal her heart." Anne said pulling herself into a stool across from me. I was leaning over the counter, staring at where Sarah had disappeared.

"I'll have to keep an eye out then." I joked, but in all honestly, I knew Anne had a point. Of course, both the children were six and it was ridiculous to already be thinking of love, but still, over the years, I knew their relationship would grow stronger. "You know, when I offered to throw her a party, she said all she wanted was Will here." I laughed gently.

"It seems a little crush is developing," Anne sighed as she fingered the ends of her sleeves. "She's growing up fast, isn't she?" Anne said softer and her eyes met mine. Anne knew all about the deadline Clark had set for me. Truthfully the only thing she didn't know was Clark, Bruce, and my own secret identities, and that was for both Sarah's and her own protection. But that wasn't why she said anything. She knew that Sarah was indeed growing up, and it wouldn't be long until we were celebrating her seventh birthday. She was asking a different question entirely though.

She wanted to know if I had figured out how to tell Bruce.

And of course, I hadn't. How could I? How was I supposed to mentally prepare Sarah and myself for something like that? Not to mention how Bruce would react.

But right now I was worried that if I did tell him, he would 'slam the door in my face.' Bruce was a hard man on the outside, and it took a lot to find the real him inside. But was he really hard enough to ignore a child that was his daughter? Even I would never say he was. But there was no doubt in my mind that the meeting of father and daughter would be messy, complicated.

"Yeah she is." I muttered to myself. I didn't want to talk about this now. It's all I had been thinking about, and right now I wanted my mind away from it. And like magic, Anne understood.

"How's she doing in school?" Her next question was by far easier.

"Well, the teachers are extremely impressed; they keep asking if I'm tutoring her at home. And you know I did for a few years, I taught her a few things, I just never knew when to quit. And Sarah," I paused smiling at the memories. "Sarah eats knowledge like she breathes air. It's quite funny, I was such a difficult child, and I got the perfect daughter." I laughed to myself. "She likes math most, and writing, she's good at using her mind. She can create the cutest stories, everyone just loves her. But then again, Sarah has always been like that; a child you can't help but love." I sighed staring at my daughter's picture that was hanging on the fridge.

"You got lucky," Anne laughed. "Most kids at her age aren't very 'school-friendly.'" Her voice was soft and sweet and it made me smile at her.

"Yes, yes I did." I murmured.

TPOV

I was furious. Beyond livid with anger that even when he married me, he still didn't love me more. He loved that attention-seeking, freak among nature. How dare she take Brucie from me! Bruce was my love, not hers. He chose me…

But then why did I hate her so much?

I knew why. Because even if he did marry me, you could see it clear in his eyes that he loved her more. Well, I had pondered this for weeks. How to get rid of such a powerful meta-human? And even before that, how was I to find her?

Bruce said she was gone, and that was all he'd say on the subject.

And another problem was how on Earth would I get to her without Bruce knowing? He was Batman after all, and no amount of sadness in him would make him deflect the duties of being very aware of his surroundings. He'd know.

So it seemed I was going to have to think outside the box on this one.

I had connections, there was no doubt in my mind that any of my old friends would mind going after her and killing her. On the bright side, I had thought a little bit about this 'possibility' long before I married Bruce. I had a few friends that were more than willing to go after her and kill her, and all they needed was my okay.

But how was I going to signal them to go after her?

And then the answer hit me like a ton of bricks.

Bruce was good at covering his tracks, but he was getting slower since Wonder bitch left, and I could use that to my advantage. Bruce Wayne was scheduled to be in Las Vegas in a few days, and he was taking the butler with him. And the little brats he took in, well, they would be, relatively busy that weekend.

I could handle this. I would have what I wanted.

After all, Father and I have had it planned for months.

APOV

Ah, young love.

Bruce, oh Bruce, was terribly blind to the answers in front of him. The woman that he loved, right before his eyes, and he couldn't see that.

I had considered giving him my real opinion on Diana and Talia, but I then also realized that this was something Master Bruce had to learn on his own. And if I raised him how I know I did, then I knew he would pick right in the end. And I knew that the man I thought as a son would be okay and happy.

When Diana told him the truth, well, that would be a messy and complicated road, but I had faith that Sarah, the precious dear she was, would finally show Master Bruce he deserved her and Diana.

As I sat down in the brown leather chair next to my desk, I slowly pulled the photo album, which was stuck in a secret compartment, out. Diana had kept to her word, and I received several tapes and pictures of my granddaughter growing up. I had been making an album for when Master Bruce was ready to see it. Because even if he didn't get to meet his daughter for a few years, at least he would get a glimpse of what he had missed.

Staring down at the angel-like face of his daughter made me smile as I recalled the same eyes both her and her father had, back on Master Thomas. She was a Wayne; there was no doubt in my mind. It would just be a little longer until she found out.

As promised, I did keep in touch with Sarah, she'd become a better writer, so it was easier for her to send letters now than to type. And I enjoyed seeing her writing, and the feeling of knowing that she held that paper. I missed her, that was no lie, but I had to remember I was at least getting to know her. And the similarities between Master Bruce and her were uncanny.

She was stubborn, beyond belief, but that was unavoidable considering her parents. She was determined, also a trait that came from both parents, she was proud, which I guessed came mostly from her mother. Sarah was mysterious, always held something back, which I knew came from Master Bruce. She liked being by herself, except for her closest friend, William. But I supposed her 'loner' qualities also came from her father. And the resemblance was the hardest part. The older she got, the more I remembered how Master Bruce acted and looked as a young child.

Oh yes, this would definitely be interesting when Sarah was allowed out of the shadows.

Okay, I know I usually update sooner but my mom took away my computer for NO REASON! But you all know what I mean, we've all been there. But oh well, I have it back, after a long conversation about 'disrespecting and yelling,' when she did it first.

I mean, for real! She's my mother, and yes she has authority over me, but she doesn't have to treat me like dirt! Uh!

Kay, but back to the story, we're getting closer to Diana's kidnapping, and I'm having a hard time figuring out how to write that…should Sarah be in the apartment when it takes place? And I need ideas on who to send after Diana because she's VERY strong.

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-Rachele (a.k.a. Shelly! )