I can't remember when I last updated...I think it was yesterday...Wow I really can't remember. :( That's really sad. Lol. Well, here's another chapter! Lol. Enjoy and...REVIEW! Thanks.

I had got home finally after getting Bruce to bed. Alfred said I could have stayed there for the night, but I refused, wanting to go home and rest in my own bed. It seemed like such a long time since I had. I got into a tank top and sweats and slipped under my covers.

"Morgan!" I heard his voice faintly in the back of my head as I began to fall asleep. "You worthless waste of money!" His voice grew louder as I fell into my dreams. "I've spent so much on you!"

"I never asked you too!" I screamed back at him, my 17-year-old self-appearing.

"That's the point!"

"Fuck off Charles!" I flashed him the finger from the living room.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that you little whore!" He stomped out of the kitchen. "Don't you dare!"

"You don't have any authority over me!"

"You're mother left me here with you to watch you while she was away for the next few days, I have more authority over you know then I did before, I always had authority over you. As soon as I moved in here I owned you!"

"Owned me? When did you 'adopt' me? I don't remember hearing about that. I believe that you are only a slimy git that my mother is with because of money!"

"You shut your mouth right now! You have no say in my relationship with your mother!"

"Where do you go all the time anyways?" I asked him, my arms crossed and eyes glaring at him. "Late at night when you sneak out?"

"What are you talking about?" His eyes had panic in them.

"I know you sneak out."

"I do not sneak out. I have never done that!"

"Yes you do." I placed me hands on my hips.

"You have no proof!"

"Yes I do" I smirked. "I video taped you."

"Listen to me you bitch! Stay out of it! If I find out you are meddling with my business again I will fuck with everything you care about!" Spit flew out of his mouth when he yelled.

"Was that a threat?" I said, disgusted with him. "Oh just wait till my mother hears about this!"

"Your mother won't believe a word she says, she adores me!"

"Fuck you!"

"I will burn everything you own if you don't get the hell out of my face right now!" He threatened me again.

I ran up the stairs holding back my tears. I wanted my mom to come home right at that second. I wished she had walked in during that fight. She had to believe me about him she had to! I locked myself in my room until she got home, only leaving it for food, having my own bathroom.

"Mom! I had called her when she walked by my door, not leaving my room to greet her with Charles.

"There you are honey! I'm going to dinner with Charles, I'll see you in the morning, were not getting back till later." She shut my door.

"Mom!" I called her again.

"What is it Morgan!" She said making it sound like I was a bother.

"I need to tell you something."

She sighed. "Is it about the fight you had with Charles?"

"Yes actually." I was shocked that she already knew about it.

She nodded her head. "Yes, yes, Charles told me about it."

"He did?"

"You have to start pulling your weight around here. He spends a lot of money on you. You can't just sit around and do nothing; he thinks you're using him for money. And I don't EVER want to hear that you talked to him like that again!" She snarled at me.

I sat on my bed, dumbstruck as to what she just said to me. I had to tell her what really happened, maybe then she would believe my side of the story, the real side of the story, to only side of it.

"He threatened me!" I exclaimed. "Called me names, horrible names!"

"Morgan, don't try to play me okay!" She rolled her eyes.

"Play you? Mom, I'm not playing you!" I began to cry.

"Morgan, you are 17 years old, that's what you do at your age. You spread lies and cause trouble." She sighed. "And Charles is being nice enough to forgive you for your behaviour."

"MY behaviour?" I screamed.

"Yes, YOUR behaviour. You are rude Morgan."

"You're a brainwashed gold digging pompous bitch!" I sobbed. "How could you believe him over me!"

"Charles would never lie to me. Said you were spying on him and things, that is not right Morgan! I know you might not like him, but making things up and trying to have him seem like a bad person is just not right."

"How can you not believe me? ME, your own daughter!" I threw a pillow across my room. "You're such a ditz!" I spat at her. "You can't see what he really is can you?"

"I would appreciate it if you'd stop insulting me and if you'd stop this nonsense about Charles!" She said trying to control me.

"Oh shut up! You just can't take the truth!"

"It's not the truth Morgan! I know Charles, and I know that you're being a brat!"

"Oh, just another disappointment right mom?" I squeaked, tears running down my cheeks.

"You're grounded." She said before slamming my door.

I sat on my bed, a pillow on my lap, my arms wrapped around me. I hugged it tightly into a choker hold and shoved my face hard against it, screaming loudly. I went silent and just sobbed quietly, listening to my dim-witted mother laughing with him, talking with him, leaving with him.

I picked up my cordless phone and dialled the number.

"Daddy?" I sobbed into the phone.

"Morgan is that you?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?" His voice sounded concerned and soft, a relief from all these harsh tones.

"I can't live here anymore. I can't take it. I need to leave!"

"What happened?" He asked me.

I told him about everything, Charles, my mother, the things they said to me, everything. He was quiet and listened, not speaking until I was done. His breath was loud with anger.

"I don't have anywhere for you at my house Morgan, I'm sorry, but you know that already. You can always come stay here though, but it wouldn't be a permanent place." I knew he felt bad that he had no room for me, but I understood his financial situation.

"I can come sleep on the couch, I don't care, I just can't stay here. It's only a few weeks till I graduate high school. Then I can get a job…and get my own place…" I choked back more tears.

"Okay. Pack some stuff up; I'll come get you in an hour. Is anyone home?"

"No," I shook my head even though he couldn't see me over the phone. "They went out for the rest of the night."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit honey." He assured me.

"Thank you Daddy." I said to him almost making no noise when I spoke.

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I lied there on my father's cushiony sofa. I heard yelling and screaming. I ran over to the window, the paint around the out side was peeling. The living room was lit slightly by moonlight. I peered out, my face almost pressed against the glass. I saw two guys fighting on the street. A beer bottle smashed against a car door, making me jump a bit in the air. I heard drunken cursing and remarks being spewed. The next thing I knew I saw one of the guys pull out a gun, he stood there pointing it at the other man, swaying slightly in his extreme drunkenness. Then a loud echo rang through the street. He had pulled the trigger, the other man flying backwards and lying only a few feet away from the front steps of my father's little house.

I felt arms around me and I was guided back to the couch. My step mom sat me down and hugged me as I sat in shock. I saw my father run out of the house and down the steps to the scene. I shook, the image of the dead man's blood pouring out from under him still strong in my mind.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, the image still strong in my head after almost five years. My tank top stuck to me. I slowly climbed out of bed, my legs shaky, and took my wet clothes off. I hadn't had that image come to mind in years. I looked at my sheets; sweat soaked them all the way through, blankets included. I pulled on a thin nightgown and sat on my floor in a ball. My hair was stuck to my forehead and the back of my neck.

I remembered the first part of my dream, Charles yelling at me, and how he had been going places at night. I wondered if he still snuck out. I swear I still had the videotapes somewhere. To tired to do anything about it at that very moment, I dragged myself to the guest room and climbed into the dry bed. I tried to go back to sleep, but I could only see the image of the man lying on the pavement. Dead. Dead because of being a drunk, the other man being a murderer because he was a drunk as well.

I sat up and breathed unsteadily. I wasn't so tired anymore. I looked at the clock; it was only one o'clock in the morning. I slid out of the guest bed and headed downstairs to the basement where all my boxes of junk I never unpacked from years before sat. I pushed a heavy box of videos from the laundry room and left them in front of the couch. Wrapping my self in a wool blanket, I began going through the videos one by one until I found the right label.

"I knew I still had it!" I cheered to my self quietly in my empty house.

I pushed it in the VCR that I still had for my old VHS's. It began to play the makeshift surveillance video I had made five years ago. Charles was leaving the house at three o'clock in the morning. His best coat on, car keys in hand. I fast-forwarded it to when he came back home. He had his coat on still, his walk a little tipsier, an X drawn on his hand. I paused the tape. An X on his hand as if he was at a nightclub. I had never noticed that before. I didn't know why Charles would go to a nightclub…and what nightclub would he go to?

I starred at the frozen image on the screen again. He had a water bottle in his hand. The label said something on it but it was too blurry to make out. I finished watching the rest of the video, nothing else popping out at me as a clue or a hint. I turned to television off and curled up on the couch under my blanket.

Bruce had taken my suit, that way I couldn't run off at night as Batwoman behind his back. I grunted, miserable and bored. There had to be a way to find out more about where Charles had gone at night. Then I realised that it was five years ago and it didn't matter. I had to see if he still did it, then I could investigate with a good reason. Tomorrow I would go to my mothers and place cameras around the apartment, that way I could catch him in the act again.

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I knocked on my mother's door, waiting for her to answer. To my dismay Charles answered.

"Is my Mother home?" I snarled at him.

"Yes."

"Who is it?" I heard my mother call from inside.

"Your daughter." He muttered.

She waltzed over to the door. "Oh, Morgan! Come in, come in!"

I pulled out the envelope I had brought with me out of my purse and handed it to her. "It's passes to a wine tasting. I got them from work, I don't drink, and I thought you and Charles could have them." I tried to sound as pleasant as I could. "It's today though…I hope it's not too much of a short notice."

"Oh, why thank you darling!" My mother cooed, looking over the tickets. "We didn't have anything planned today, did we Charles?"

"Well no, I don't recall any plans." He watched me as I stood there innocently. "Where is it?"

"At a hotel a few blocks from here." I chimed, eager to get them to leave.

"I'll grab my purse Charles, and then we can leave." My mother shuffled off to her room.

I stood there awkwardly with Charles. His arms were crossed, his eyes stuck on me. I smiled at him casually.

"Okay I'm ready!" My mother sung as she came back to the front door. "Thank you for this little outing Morgan, a wine tasting sounds marvellous!" She thanked me.

Of course a wine tasting would be 'marvellous'. You get to sit around a bunch of rich people once again.

"You're very welcome Mother." I stepped into the opposite elevator. "I'm going up to the penthouse."

"Oh alright honey, say hello to Bruce for me." She waved as the elevator doors closed in front of me.

I waited till I heard the other elevator make its way towards the bottom of the building. I pressed the open button on the controls and stepped out of the elevator. They were so arrogant, not locking their door. It's like the rich people of Gotham City actually can't see the criminals and all of the corruption.

I closed the door behind me and looked for a good place to hide a camera. I spotted a shelf in a corner that faced the door. I took the little camera out of my bag and stuck in on the wall behind a picture frame. I stopped and looked the pictures. They were all of my Mother and Charles. I looked for one that had me in it. I found it behind to larger pictures, barely visible.

"Surprise, surprise." I mumbled.

I jogged down the hall towards the master bedroom. I stopped, realising I had never really been in the apartment once it had become my Mothers. All I could see was Ryan's room. I gulped and stepped inside the room, one foot at a time. The walls were a different colour, the furniture was different, and the bed was completely new. It was still Ryan's room. I looked at the bathroom that was connected to it, that was still Ryan's bathroom, no matter how pink it was now.

I rummaged in Charles dresser. First drawer was his under wear, to much information of a different kind in there! Second drawer was his socks, how predicable. I felt around and under the socks, there were papers hidden under them. Bingo!

"Receipts…" I squinted at the faded lettering. "Ice…he keeps receipts for ice?"

"Charles, hurray up, we have to be there soon!" My mother's voice came from the front door.

"Oh shit!" I quietly shut the second drawer of Charles dresser and looked for a place to hide. "Oh shit!" I ran into the bathroom and hid behind the shower curtain right as Charles came into the bedroom.

"I just have to get my wallet dear!" He called to her.

He walked in to the bathroom. My heart raced, I was dead if I got caught.

"God damn daughter of hers! Boss is not going to be happy if I can't get this deal with Wayne Enterprises! Now she's dating Bruce Wayne of all people! She'll screw me over for that deal!" He grumbled to himself as he splashed his face with water. "I'm coming Charlene!" He yelled to my Mother after she called him again.

I stayed in the shower for a few minutes after they left.

"Who is his boss?" I thought out loud.

I climbed out of the shower and went over to the dresser again, looking over all the receipts; they all had ice written on them. I found one that wasn't as faded, The Iceberg Lounge. That was the club that Bruce got hurt at. That's where Charles had been going all these years? Did he work for someone there? I had never asked Bruce why he was there in the first place. I had to ask him who was at the Iceberg Lounge that Batman needed to take care of…but he would tell me not to go worrying and searching for answers…no…I had to figure this out myself. I'm sure I could figure out who Bruce had been looking for, and who Charles was working for.