New bandages, a bottle of disinfecting, gaze, surgical scissors, a bowl of warm water, and a stack of three towels; Alfred had everything he needed on the cart to tend to you, the supplies were less than two weeks ago, a good sign in his mind. You were getting better, though you still had injuries and the condition he didn't have to worry about too much excess blood spilling out of you. A part of him still felt you should have been taken to a hospital, a part of him fearing his medical expertise would not be enough considering your...biology and physiology but Bruce was against it. Alfred understood and followed his decision. Reaching your room knocks twice lightly, though he didn't need to he did so anyway, there was no response as usual. So he entered and what he saw surprised him. He couldn't believe it..both relieved and baffled warmly smiled nevertheless.

"Good afternoon, Miss May, it is a pleasure to see you up," he bowed politely.

Sitting up in the plush bed turn to the man that startled you, you weren't sure who he was, nor what you were doing here in this...grand spacious room that was twice, no four times the size of your room back in New York and the farmhouse. It felt like and looked like a penthouse room or at least the presential suite, all that was missing was a grand piano. Every piece of furniture was elaborated and personally designed, at least in the thousands. There was a bathroom adjacent to the bed, the thick wooden door was barely adjured but you knew it was possibly equally grand as this room. A personal balcony was to your left, it was a decent size with a small wooden table and chair for coffee or tea, which seemed nice like something nice to do if your thoughts where there, but they were still trying to comprehend the rushing question flooding your mind and the vague remembrance you could recall that last happened to you. All you saw was...patches of hazy moments that shot a siring pain when they appeared. It crinkled on your face.

Alfred quickly went to you, having knowledge in this and what to do, tenderly laid a hand on your shoulder while the other one held your hand and guided you off the bed. By your side, he stood by your side as support tentatively walked you out. Carefully watching each step and matching his speed with yours, he kept this hold from your room, down the hall and stairs all the way to the courtyard; knowing fresh air would do you some good. On the way, he informed you of the questions he saw arise in your eyes. You were at Wayne Manor, Tim brought you here after he found you and you've been out for two weeks. No one knows of your presence here, just Tim and Bruce Wayne a name you were not familiar with yet somehow knew, there was more Alfred had to say as he carefully sat you down in the lounging garden chair. You were apparently on the run from someone or something, Tim found you injured; before that, you were at Ty's house an-

"Ty!" you jolt up quickly, forgetting your injuries hunch over slightly.

Alfred eases you back slowly, "You must not excite yourself, dear. If you are concerned about your friend I assure you he is doing well, Master Tim has informed you are well. Though I said before others didn't know of your whereabouts, I was not truthful. Only a few know, your friend is one of them. Now," he finished setting you well, "please enjoy the air and sun it will do your body some good, I shall be back promptly with a nice bowl of soup and tea. I believe you will be able to eat that for now."

He left. A part of you wanted to reject, thoughts on Ty and Asami; flashes of them standing over you...Ty kneeled over you. His face like stone but eyes filled with soft concern, his mouth was moving, though you couldn't make out what he was saying. The flashes kept changing, with him holding you...you laying down with some older man that looked like Ty standing over you holding a...dream catcher speaking or chanting, you weren't sure really all you knew was he faded out. Everything faded out, the sounds of screaming..shooting and...and...

Alfred returned, "Miss, though I am unfamiliar with your taste palette," he presented you a tray of orange cream soup that smelled like a delicious harvest and freshly brewed jasmine tea and set it beside you on the small table, "I do hope you like pumpkin bisque. I find it quite soothing when the mind is trouble as well as jasmine tea. It helps with clarity."

"Th-Thank you," you accept kindly.

He gives a gracious nod, before leaving he noticed your struggle in pick it up the bowl and gives his assist. He stayed a little while longer observing if you need any help with feeding yourself, though your hand trembled you managed to lift the utensil to your lips and enjoy. Pleased to see he leaves your side though not before informing you of dessert, caramel apple crisp with a scoop of ice-cream. He was kind, you felt that the moment he touched you and saw it in his old eyes. A kindness that mirrored Master Splinters, it was uncanny. Swallowing another spoonful, take a moment to enjoy the robust taste of harvest as you gazed out at the courtyard. It was vast and seemingly endless like the ocean. Stretching for miles of greenery, trees aligned the sides, a fountain in the center surrounded by elegant bushels of red and white roses. Drawing the eye to it, there had to be more in the courtyard but you could only see so much where you sat. So, Tim lived here, how lucky. To wake up to this every morning, coming home to this every night. The soup for a moment lost its flavor, it went down bitter you stopped eating for a moment. He brought you back here to his home...you knew you should feel grateful for it, which you were, a part of you was...the other part of you...you weren't quite sure how to feel. Dropping your eyes to your bandage hand for a moment, move it up it to the bandages wrapped around the head, down to those wrapped around your torso trail over them lightly. Being mindful not to apply too much pressure or activate any pain receptors. From what you could tell...there was still healing that needed to be done and...it should have been done already. There was no way you should be taking this long to do so, your body automatically knew what to do...how to heal when an injury was inflicted. Pain, of course, came but it never lasted too long.

Something wasn't...it wasn't right, you could sense it.

If your healing was, you wondered holding your hands up to your line of sight..then..could...maybe...the thought made them tremble and fill you with fear. Something in your mind clicked shut like a vault, shutting you off from something...something that drowned you in fear your heart plummeted.

"T-This...it...it.." your words filled with a tinge of apprehension building to crushing sobs, "my...my..." your voice started breaking.

Unable to believe this realization shut your eyes and tear away from your hands, drop them to your side, suppress the rising sobs in your throat. This couldn't be true...there was no way that...this could happen...there was absolutely no way that...

"Alfred! Alfred!" Tim shouts upon returning home, running up from the stairs that secretly led to the Batcave; changed out from his Robin attire into more normal clothes, raced back home the moment Alfred told him of your awakened state and once he was done with his mission; two days ago. He didn't believe you'd wake up so soon, but he was glad you did.

He calls again for Alfred, echoing the man's name through the manor. Within a few moments, he came from the kitchen and greeted the young man. "Welcome home, Master Tim."

"Where is she?"

Alfred's face fell at the mention of you, Tim picked up on it. 'What is it? What's wrong?'

Unsure how to say this to the young man, Alfred searched his mind for a moment for the right words, but he found none that weren't crestfallen. All he could say was to be prepared. Confused on what he meant, Tim raced to where you were, in your room. He found you sitting on the balcony in seething silence he managed to cut when he entered. You move slightly signaling you knew of his presence, each step he took was cautious and alert, though he knew you wouldn't do anything to him, his body automatically responded. Approaching closer, he saw the empty stare held in your eyes that if you could produce tears they surely would fall.

"May, what is it?" he finally found his words, sets a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Your bottom lip pressed together trembled and twisted with scorn, you lifted a hand to cover them. The words to his concerning question was there, all you had to do was tell him...but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, otherwise it would be true and...and you couldn't accept it. you just couldn't. Quietly the sobs in your throat slip out and fill the silence.

Where you were in silence, Vandal Savage took a triumphant sip of champagne, sitting across from Lex who held his glass as well.

"As much as it pains me," Vandal begins holding his glass up, "to take such actions. A parent must at times, would you not agree?"

Lex nodded. "Sometimes we must. Of course, a child is can choose their own way, but sometimes they don't know fully know the correct way. And we must come in to show them. Even if we take away what was gifted to them."

"Exactly. Thou shall giveth, thou shall take it away. God's done it many times to his children, I'm following the best example. And because of it, children return."