Raven felt herself in a circus tent, she stared at the trapezes act with sad, broken eyes. She shifts uncomfortably in her wooden bench. An ear splitting scream echoed as the rope holding the married couple snapped, sending them to the ground. She closed her eyes tight and looked away. She stands up immediately and walks out and breathes hard as she reaches the night, cold air. Her right outstretched arm starts twitching uncontrollably and the left arm grabbed it with a tight grip. Black tattoos started forming on the twitching arm but stopped mid-way. Raven grits her teeth and soon the tattoos disappeared slowly. She continues to breathe heavily and rather quickly.

A drop of water substance hit her face, she lifts her head and hands up. Pure white snow was falling. A cruel, evil thin smirk crossed her face as she made footsteps with her bare feet against the snow covered ground. "What is white? What is snow? Most of all what is pure?" She muttered unknowingly and tilted her head sideways. She continues to wander aimlessly in the white wasteland, not really having a destination. Her eyes close tiredly as she walks in the nearby city, sliding against a brick wall, no coat for protection. She breathes heavily one more time before drifting off into deep slumber.

A warm sensation wrapped around her body, causing her to awaken form her sleep. She opens her eyes tiredly and sees and old man bending down to her with a bag of groceries in one of his hands. He smiled warmly and inspected her carefully and outstretched his free hand. "Hello little Miss, would you like to go somewhere warm?" He asked in a honey soft voice. Raven's breathe showed in the chilling air and she nodded a bit, having a feeling of secureness. She grabs his hand and stands up unsteadily, he smiles at her. "You heard of Batman right?" She squeezes his hand tightly and he looks, with surprised eyes, to her pained expression. "I'm guessing you have."

"I am sorry." She whispered.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me anything until you are ready, considering you were born with wings." She snaps her head to glare at him but his smile never faded. "I won't tell anyone. It's our little secret." She smiles to herself a bit as he treated her like…a child. They walked hand in hand and soon reached a huge mansion. She looks up at it with a blank, bored face, unlike most street children. He looked at her in surprise at her dull reaction and then continued on to the mansion, behind the tall gate. They walk in and it's huge, everything expensive and grand is in there and she doesn't even blink at it.

"Hey Alfred, when are you cooking…for…dinner…"said a man around his twenties who had black hair. The two men look at each other. "Who's this?"

"I don't know." Replied Alfred.

"You brought someone you didn't know here?" the young man asked evenly.

"I talked with her and it seems I forgot my manners and didn't ask for her name." He looks down to her and smiles a bit. "May I ask?"

"It's Rose." She said softly.

"What a beautiful name that is." Alfred says nicely then changes neutral when the young man looks at him. "How's the little chap doing?" The young man rubbed his eyebrows frustratingly. "I'm guessing not well. I'm going to the kitchen to cook so Rose, Bruce. Talk." He smiles to Rose before leaving.

"Ok, who are you really?" Bruce said evenly.

"I told the truth. It's my name. And you're not Bruce Wayne." She replied coldly. His face was shocked at her sudden change.

"I didn't tell you my last name." He replied slowly.

"Don't have to. Everyone knows who you are. But there's one thing they might not know about…the infamous batman turns out to be a bored rich man. Man, I can just imagine their faces...that is…if they believe me." She replied in monotone with a slight icy edge. Bruce's face hardened and he spoke slowly but rock hard.

"I'm not batman. Even if I was, no one would believe you."

"Now, you judge me only in appearance, that's a disadvantage that you should fix. My little brother will believe anything I say, since he is the most precious person to me on this planet. And me to him."

Bruce sighs and rubs the back of his neck tiredly then calls Alfred. "Alfred! I don't like this little shrimp!" He hears Alfred chuckle and slumps forward.

"Maybe that's why I like her! Anyways, maybe she can be a friend for Dick." Alfred calls from the kitchen.

"Look, you get one night here, even though I don't like you. It seems Alfred's taking a liking to you and I owe my whole life to him, so stay for a while." Her eyes flickered, causing him to be confused. "Dick's a boy that's living with us, you can call him Robin. I'm going to work-"

"You mean go fight the so called joker?" His eyes hardened at the name. "Just kill him."

"What do you think I've been trying to do?"

"You're holding back cause you're too nice. If you didn't hold back you could kill him. He is just a crazy lunatic on the loose that just happens to be a bit smarter than the others." Bruce sighs and walks away. "I can help you if you want."

"No." He says as he walks to the dark hallway. She shrugs a bit at his bluntness.

"Suit yourself." She walks up a fleet of stairs and is on the second floor, it has a bunch of windows on the side. She continues to walk and hears bangs and crashes. She opens a door and sees a black haired boy on a bed, his hands behind his head. "Hello, Dick." Dick looks up at her instantly.

"Who're you?" he asked suspiciously, on guard.

"Rose."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm staying the night." Her eyes travel to a photo frame with a happy couple with a familiar circus outfit on. It was the couple that died last night. "They were probably nice…weren't they?" he looks at where she's staring in surprise and his face hardened.

"Yah. They were."

"You should be grateful." Rose hissed a bit too meanly, causing him to stand up in anger.

"I am! But- but I couldn't help them! I let them die!" he said through gritted teeth, sadness and anger overflowing in his voice.

"Atleast your parents loved you…" Her eyes turned dead and cold in remembrance. "They loved you and probably wanted to watch you grow…but no one could've saved them. Only if they actually knew it was going to happen. They probably loved you very much." Her voiced was filled with sorrow and scars. Robin stared at her with his mouth open, they soon grit against each other and tears stream down his face. He turns his face away from her. "Don't hold back, cry it all out. It'll haunt you forever if you don't." She leaves and closes the door behind her. Tears streamed down her face as she looks at the shining moon. "Don't be like me." She wiped her tears and walks down the hallway as if she's on a rope, her arms outstretched, to keep her balance.