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Chapter 14: Easier said than Done

BPOV

I was staring at the child in front of me and she was returning the stare. I knew I should be trying to figure this all out in my head. Diana was missing, the whole team was looking for her, and I knew there was a possibility she might be seriously hurt. But I couldn't pull myself away from the girl. I couldn't even think of her as my child. Even now, where I could touch her skin, smell the strawberry shampoo she used, see her with my eyes, the eyes we shared, she still seemed like a vision.

She was a beautiful girl, black curls of hair strung over her face like they were arranged by artists; her eyes were innocent, and a spark that had long been lost in my eyes. Her nose was her mothers, the same with her ears. She was a perfect blend of Diana and myself, and no matter how against emotion I was, especially love, I felt such a pull to this small child.

I was still angry, still furious with people I consider my friends. Diana's name made me want to scream, but thinking on what Clark said, that if I had been in her position…would I have really done anything differently? No, I probably wouldn't have. Now don't get me wrong, I was livid with anger at her, and most likely, I'd never be able to forgive her for what's she did to me. But for now, at least I could attempt to understand the truth behind her actions.

I felt oddly optimistic, not sure why, I continued staring at Sarah. Watching her made me honestly curious about the relationship she had with her mother.

"Do you have a picture of your mother?" I asked softly.

"You don't know what she looks like?" Always suspicious, she got that from me.

"I do, I just wonder if she's still the same," I smiled gently at the girl. She stared at me for a moment or so, and then stood, making her way over to me. The locket around her neck was in her fingers again, and she gently pried it open to show me two pictures. Both had her smiling face in them, the one on the left, she was with another boy her age, and I weird sense of annoyance and protectiveness flashed over me as I looked over her and the boy. But then my eyes found the right picture, of both her and her mother laughing and smiling into the photo. Diana was still as beautiful as she was the day I met her.

Except now she's holding your child…

My mind was racing when I finally realized how close Sarah was to me. Her locket was still resting around her neck, so she was less than a few inches away as she held out the necklace that had the pictures safely inside. When I raised my eyes to meet hers, I realized she wasn't focused on the pictures at all. She was looking at me. Her breathing was soft and steady as she watched me, her fingers, and I don't even think she realized what she did; came up to gently touch the cowl over my head.

"Why do you wear this? Do you not want people to see you?" She asked returning her stare to me.

"I have a secret identity to protect you know." I said simply. I was feeling too many emotions; too many I was unfamiliar with. I needed to pull away but before I could she spoke again.

"Can I see your face?" She whispered so quietly that I barely heard her.

"I don't give information away like that." My voice had a hint of steel in it now as I pulled away from her grasp.

"I'm sorry, it's just…" She paused biting her lip. "It's like I've seen you before or something." She mumbled to herself. But she shook her head and turned to me once more. "Any news on my mommy?" Her voice was weak now, it was a subject she didn't want to talk about, but knew she had to, to get answers.

"Not yet. We'll find her Sarah." I said simply, and I didn't realize I was comforting her at first.

What was happening to you Batman?

"What's going to happen to me?" She said quieter now and I understood she'd been worried about this for hours and I hadn't noticed.

"Well, you know Alfred- I mean grandpa, why don't you come stay with the two of us." I said.

"You live with Grandpa?" Her eyes were disbelieving, and I wondered if I'd given too much away. She was going to find out who I was in the end, but I was going to hold onto that information as long as I can.

How much did Alfred and Diana tell her though?

Did she know that her grandfather lived with her father? She certainly was looking at me questioningly now. "Yes, I do." I said simply holding she wouldn't continue her questions. But before she could ask something else Clark walked in, and he had evidence on his face of a smile.

Damn't.

Most likely he saw that whole scene with the locket from outside. Why hadn't I seen him? Or heard him? Because I was far to raveled in a six year old girl.

Your girl though, she's your baby.

Yeah, like I didn't know that.

APOV

When I had kept in contact with Miss Diana and little Sarah, I figured I would know before most when she was going to be revealed to her father.

But of course, I was the last to know.

Master Bruce came home with a little girl, a girl I knew so well and loved. A girl who was beyond happy and ecstatic to see me. She was everything you could want in a granddaughter and more. And no matter what biology said, she was my granddaughter, and she loved me.

Master Bruce had asked me to put her to bed so he could 'calmly' explain to his wife about the situation. I didn't have the heart to tell him that no amount of walls you put between Sarah and Talia, there was no way that Sarah wouldn't hear the deafening screech. But I took Sarah upstairs, in a room where she would be most happy, and she told me everything.

"Grandpa?" Her voice was soft but I could hear the trace of worry in it.

"Yes my sweet?" I asked as I sat next to her after she was tucked into bed.

"If I ask you a question, do you promise to tell me the truth?" She whispered staring at me with her big green eyes.

"You know I could never lie to you Sarah." I smiled and patted her hand gently.

"Okay, is that man…that man who brought me here…" She paused and right when I realized what she was going to ask me she spoke again. "Is he my daddy?" Her eyes had drifted to her hands and now back up to mine. I told her I wouldn't lie, but I didn't know if I was best to tell her this. I knew there would be loads of questions when I told her the answer; I knew she would never go to bed once she found out the truth. But I knew she would never trust me if I told her a lie, and Sarah deserved the truth. I went to speak but was interrupted by a man I was so proud of to have known that I taught well.

"Yes." Master Bruce's voice was gentle, far softer than I've heard since he was a child. "I am, Sarah." We both turned to see him standing there in a dark blue turtle-neck that had his sleeves pulled up and brown slacks for pants. He wasn't staring at me, he was looking at Sarah, gauging for her reaction, but the little girl but on a defiant face and turned to him.

"How do I know you're not lying?" She asked.

"Well Sarah, I thought they were lying when they told me you were mine, but they tested our blood, and it matches." His voice was the voice teachers used to talk to children in, but for the first time since he was born; there was a trace of love in it.

"How come I've never met you?" She asked now, still unsure whether to trust him. Bruce sighed and slowly made his way over; I offered my seat and left. This was a conversation they needed to have.

"Well Sarah, that's because I didn't know you, existed until today." And that was the last I heard from Master Bruce as I turned the corner down to the staircase.

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