A/N:

Before I begin a big shout out to my new beta/ proof reader, 3DPhantom, for reading through this chapter. Now let's get on with it XD

Chapter 11:

When we get back to the manor, I walk into the changing room and change into my civilian clothes. I have to be careful; I cannot let Bruce walk in and see my cuts. A few minutes later and I am walking out of the changing room. Bruce doesn't say anything to me; he simply goes back to the case file he has pulled up on the bat-computer, so I walk upstairs and into the inviting darkness of the manor.

Walking through the dark corridors today doesn't sooth me as it normally does. Wally's words don't leave my mind as I wander through the manor. The portraits that line the walls don't normally make me feel uncomfortable, but today I can't help but feel as if they're watching me. Judging me…

'They're just pictures,' I think to myself…

When I get into my room, I immediately change into some sweat pants and a long sleeved top. I climb into my neatly made bed and put my phone to charge. Putting my head to the pillow, I sigh. Wally's words won't leave my head. I can still feel his finger prodding my chest.

"Then why don't you just leave; you're not wanted here anyways!" Wally's words echo in my mind…

"Either way I don't feel sorry for your little secret…"

Thoughts of Wally's and mines conversation swim in my mind as I fall into a disturbed sleep…

….

I'm back in the circus; the night of my parent's death. They are about to jump onto the trapeze…

"No!" I scream. I don't want this to happen again! They're doing their act as tears well up in my eyes. They are swinging back towards me, my mother's arms outstretched towards me… The sound of a rope snapping is all I hear before she screams my name…

Everything seems to fall into slow motion.

Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, Wally appears beside me…

"Did poor little Robby lose his parents?" He asks mockingly. "They were probably glad as they were falling to their deaths! They were probably glad that they got away from you! Either way, I don't feel sorry for you. You deserve this for all the secrets you keep! You should have died that night…"

Just as my parents hit the floor, Wally pushes me off the podium; I am soon engulfed in darkness…

I find myself falling forever as insults are shouted at me:

"Pathetic!"

"Weakling!"

"Idiot!"

"Orphan!"

I hear my name being shouted as the darkness fades and a bright light hits me…

….

"Dick!" I hear a man shouting.

"Dick, wake up!"

I bolt awake, only to see Bruce looming over me. The once neat bed was now a complete mess, my duvet half on the floor and my pillows all over the place. My head feels damp with cold sweat and tears form in my eyes, no matter how much I want to will them away. I hadn't realised it before, but apparently I'm panting heavily…

"You okay, Dickie-Bird?" Bruce asks me, sitting down on the bed next to me. I nod, but the tears still fall out of my eyes and down my cheeks. Bruce pulls me into a tight embrace and I cry into his chest, clinging to his shirt.

"Nightmare?" Bruce says gently into my ear. I nod violently, sobbing my heart out and wishing that I could just stop.

We sit like this for a few minutes before it finally ends, the tears leaving dry streaks down my face.

"How long have you been having nightmares for? I thought they'd ended…" Bruce asks me with deep concern.

"I don't know," I lie. "A couple of weeks?"

"What are they about?" He asks.

"My parents." I half-lie.

"I can start giving you sleeping pills again tomorrow, if you want me to…"

I nod and pull away from him. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?" I ask shyly.

"Of course, Dicky-Bird!" He says, picking me up and carrying me out of my room. We head down the corridor and into his master bedroom. He puts me onto the bed and I creep under the covers, enjoying he warmth he's left behind.

"I have some more work to do, Dicky, so you'll have to sleep whilst I'm finishing up," he says. I nod as he sits at his desk.

I lay my head down onto the soft pillow; I wish I could spend every night in Bruce's bed like I did when I first came here, but I'm older now, and Bruce only lets me seep in his room when I have a nightmare about my parents. I guess he feels sorry for me, maybe…

I don't ask for his sympathy, but I always get it anyways. Wally is right about one thing…

I am a Bat-Brat….

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A/N:

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~~VS14 OUT!~~

(Bit of a name change, 13 to 14 It's not my age don't panic, It's my Sisters age (who I write for!))