I didn't hear the footsteps until they were in the doorway. I whipped my head around to see a stately old man in what looked like a butler uniform he held a large box in his hands and walked into the room to sit the book on top of the quilts on my bed sending up clouds of dust. I track his movement with my eyes unsure of what to do. "Halle, dear, I am so glad you got my text." He said in a slight British accent which suited him quite well. "So you're Alfred?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Don't you remember me, Halle? Don't you remember Bruce? Richard?" I bow my head and shook a small no, I didn't even recognize the name "Halle" it felt foreign and uncomfortable. he took large strides to stand next to me putting his gloved hand on my scarred face, forcing me to look into his wise, old eyes. I saw old pain mixing with new realization. I didn't know this man but he knew me, quite well it seemed, so I hugged him. He seemed surprised for a second but then wrapped his arms around me, it felt almost…..normal. After we broke away from the embrace I asked what was in the box. "Information that you won't need until later" was his reply. I heard him sigh loudly before he said "You need to leave." I was taken aback by what he just said. "WHY? How could you say that? I have no clue who I am after being in a coma for 2 YEARS! You lead me to my home and then tell me to get lost?!" I yelled. He never looked angry or upset as I shouted these hurtful words at him.

"That is why you must go, during those 2 years you left people that cared a lot about you. Coming back and not knowing their names even would break their barely healing hearts even further. Bruce and I are the only ones aware of you being released from the hospital, we will provide for your day to day needs and you shall want for nothing, but you may not come back to Gotham. I could not even fathom Richard's distress." He said the last part more to himself seeing as I had no clue of who Richard was. Hot tears welled in my eyes as I agreed. I had been told at the hospital my mother had died and because I was adopted I could be considered a legal adult, but I didn't feel like one. I was scared and unsure, having someone to take care of me sounded pretty good. I looked through my closet to pack new clothes but I had grown a few inches and nothing fit exactly right, Alfred assured me I could go shopping tomorrow, but first I had to choose what city I would like to live in. I choose Metropolis, The Big Apricot. 11 million people, Superman, the Daily Planet, it seemed like the perfect place to start again. I only took the box Alfred left on my bed from my old room to my new apartment in Metropolis the next day. Whoever I had been, it was good to be friends with the infamous Brue Wayne. I had a small apartment in the New Troy borough right in the center of the action. I lived in 344 Clinton street apartment 3-E. I planned on finishing high school with the Gotham Academy online courses so I could go to college, I didn't know for what yet but it was good to have opportunity. A new start.

30 days later: dear diary,

My therapist said keeping a diary might help memories come back, is it bad that I don't want them to? Whoever Halle was got her face disfigured and scars up and down her body and I have to deal with those stares walking down these streets.

60 days later: Diary,

I cut off all my hair; it was awful trying to manage. It had gotten so long as this body sat idle. The ladies at the salon gave me a pixie cut with long enough bangs to cover my scar. I thought that was very nice of her to do, even though she stared at me, it looked like she was trying to place my face, like she knew me almost. School is good I'm starting sophomore work. I get done a lot faster with no people around; I don't even miss friends, mostly because I don't remember having any.

70 days later: Diary,

I had a dream about a circus last night, there were clowns chasing me and a little raven haired boy that would appear and disappear; it was very strange.

100 days later: Diary,

I don't like the name Halle; she left me here all alone with this scar on my face so I'm not going to use that name anymore. My name is Nova.

200 days later: Diary,

I started senior courses today. On the news I saw a new superhero in Metropolis, his name is Nightwing.

317 days later: Diary,

It's my birthday today, I am 17 years old but I only remember 1 year. I should be going to Metropolis University by the beginning of next year. I saw a raven haired boy about my age buy Chrysanthemums, the flower of November today outside of my apartment building. I felt a connection to this boy but he had already disappeared down the street by the time I had gotten to the ground floor.

356 days later: Diary,

Today was the day. The day Halle's life ended, I still haven't read whatever was in the box Alfred gave to me. I'm not ready not yet. I decided to go Christmas shopping for myself. I saw the raven haired boy I saw on my birthday again, he was buying movies; one DVD box I recognized was Phantom of the Opera, when the boy left I bought a Phantom of the Opera DVD to watch Christmas day. When I came home tonight I made some hot chocolate and Ice cream, weird combination I know.

365 days later: Diary,

My new year's resolution is to forgive Halle for what my face looks like and try and remember who I was while having a great year and major in photography at Metropolis University. I chose photography to be able to save the precious moments in life and be able to remember.

June 3rd 2015: Diary,

Today I was hired by the Daily Planet as a new photographer with the help of my neighbor in 3-D Clark Kent. I am SO excited to begin my new job! Just after I was hired I went out with reporter Lois Lane to get pictures of Superman defeat the Toyman, who swore revenge.

March 12th 2016

I left my apartment at 4 in the morning so I could get to the bay as the sun rose over the water. I put on a baggy black turtleneck tank top with matching baggy sweatpants that tapered tight mid shin. Worn black converse fit my feet perfectly as I slung my camera bag over my shoulder. I was waiting at the subway station to catch one of the early morning trains, not even the groggy, cranky businessmen and women were there yet. I sat on the wall, still having 15-20 minutes till the first train got there. What I didn't realize is that I didn't get enough sleep the night before and dosed off for a minute, long enough for someone to grab me and throw me in the back of a van. I woke up with a bump to the head. Metal fencing separated me from the driver. My body went into survival mode. I beat the fencing, tried to tear it down, screaming curses at the driver all the way. A black haired woman drove, a tiger mask covering her upper face. "Let me out, you BITCH! What do you want from me?! I don't have anything! No ransom, nothing! Now .OUT!" I screamed like a maniac pulling at the separator. I recognized the marina in the hazy morning. We drove to a secluded section only drug dealers and gangs dared to go to. The van stopped and I heard my kidnapper walk around the side and open the back door. There were strange alien guards standing with her. I ran at them screaming bloody murder, which was not uncommon for this area, but before I even got out of the van knock out gas filled my face and I crumpled to the ground turning to look at my captor straight in the eye. The edges began to blur and I felt woozy. The last thing I saw was that tiger woman mouthing "Halle"

I woke up again to pain, electric shocks in my arms and legs. I was under red glass being observed by an alien with an orange mask on, I heard chatter. A big black blue beetle came into my range of vision, talking to the other alien as I withered in pain in this container. "20 days, then we pull the plug" a deep voice said. My body may be in pain but I had to figure out a plan to escape within 20 days, or I was dead. Good motivation.