The Dark Knight's Daughter (part 1)

by Thankfulpolaroid

A retelling of the Dark Knight Trilogy if Bruce Wayne had a daughter he left behind before his disappearance in Batman begins. Bruce Wayne and Rachel Dawe's had a child at 18 years old, one night Bruce Wayne goes missing, and with his sudden return brings consequences to Gotham City. Breanna Wayne finds it hard to trust him again, but why is she the center of someone's attention?

"He's not coming back, is he?"

Breanna Wayne was nine when she finally asked that question. Bruce Wayne had been missing for a month, a whole month it took her to put together that daddy was not on some business trip. She may have been a child, but she was smart.

She sat in her school uniform, her fingers curling around her blue and black plaid skirt in an anxious manner. She dreaded the answer. She looked up into the rear-view mirror to meet the eyes of her father's butler – her Uncle Alfred.

Alfred looked at Breanna with a small frown, his lips pursing. His eyes were soft, his hair greying with age, parts were turning white. He looked back at the road and gave a sigh, unable to look her in the eyes as he spoke.

"Something tells me your father will come back one day. You have to understand, that when he left-" he paused. He left when the justice system failed to do its job. Instead of condemning his parents' killer to death, they sentence him to a life in prison. Something inside Alfred suspected that Bruce was planning, and he did not think it was good.

"Mom said it was because 'the world is unfair'- is that true?" Breanna asked, she had asked many times when Bruce Wayne was coming back to her mother, Rachel. Alfred gently pulled the car up to Wayne Manor, (where Breanna stayed on the weekends). When he parked the car, he turned to look at her. Finally noticing that her brown eyes were filling with tears. He gave a nod. "if the world is so 'unfair', Uncle Alfred- then why did it give him, me and mom? What's unfair is that he left." Breanna reached up and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her school's navy-blue blazer, small sobs leaving her mouth. "he left without saying goodbye."

"some people Miss Wayne, don't realize what they have until it's gone." Alfred said, his eyes tearing as well. It hurt him to see her like this. He dedicated his life to the Wayne family, helping raise Bruce as his own and keep him safe, and he made a promise to raise and do for Breanna the same way. "I'm sure he will come back, just keep your head up. He wouldn't want to see you hurting the same way he did." He reached across and laid a hand on her shoulder gently. He gave it a soft reassuring squeeze.

Breanna looked up at him, "But Alfie, that's exactly he did." She whispered. "and I know he would want me to be strong, and I know my mom is trying to be; but-"she looked down and laid a hand on his. "when I'm with you, can I please just- not be strong?" she asked her lip quivering with her own sadness. "even if it's just for a little while?" she whispered.

Alfred watched as another tear fell down her cheek, her eyes pleading for him to agree. He looked over this small girl, from her wavy auburn-brown hair to her sad and tired looking brown eyes, then to her fingernails that were painted a soft yellow. He brought his eyes back to hers and nodded, a tear of his own finally falling from his eyes. One that he was holding back. He reached forward and wiped away her tears off her cheek.

"of course, Miss Wayne." He said and gave a sad laugh when she unbuckled her seat belt and lunged forward hugging around his shoulders.

ONE YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS LATER

It was a Saturday evening, the beginning of summer. The sky tinted orange and pink as the moon faded behind the city. Around this time was when ten-year-old Breanna would play her violin out in the courtyard, near her grandmother's rose bushes. She started playing when she was six, and now four years later she was the first chair violinist in her private school's elite orchestra class. students only got in by audition only, and they only pick one student for each instrument. With getting in came privileges; in band class you are immediately first chair and get every solo. The elite team however would go to nationals and state competitions.

Breanna never really cared about any of that though, she wanted to get it because she knew it would make her mother and Alfred proud- but most importantly her father when (and if) he returned. To be the youngest in the elite team would be something to be proud of, right? She wanted her father to believe she stayed strong.

Her violin rested on her shoulder and bow in her right hand. She played a small piece; Amy Beach – Violin Sonata, Op 34:1. Allegro moderato. And though she played it beautifully letting her body move with the music; she could not help but think how it would sound better with a pianist. 'maybe when my father comes back, he'll play with me…' Breanna thought to herself. As soon as she thought it, she stopped her playing letting her violin's bow hover over the strings. She tilted her head and closed her eyes. She let her hand fall to her side, slowly bringing her violin down and she turned setting it within it's case on the glass table.

"Done playing for the evening, Miss Wayne?" Alfred asked from behind her on the steps. Breanna gave a startled jump and looked over her shoulder at him. Her once sad eyes from her thoughts turning confused once she saw the look on his face. He looked sad and concerned.

Breanna turned and gently laid her bow in her violin case, shutting the case and picking it up. She knit her brows together. Her free hand gently ran down the sides of her yellow white cardigan and then down the length of the skirt of her yellow dress. "Yes- Alfred what is wrong?" she asked softly and turned around walking to him stepping onto the steps and stopping in front of him.

Alfred could not look at her, and then looked over his shoulder. Breanna craned her neck to see what he was looking at. Police Detective Jim Gordon stood outside the back entrance. He was pacing back and forth talking to himself. She could not make out what he was saying, but from the looks of his worried expression she didn't think it was good. She slowly looked at Alfred with a concerned expression of her own.

"Detective Gordon is here to talk to you, and so is your mother; she's in the parlor." Alfred said, and then Breanna slowly felt the pit of her stomach drop. Every movie scene where something like this happens played in her head. She knew bad news was to follow. Breanna took a shaky breath, and gently held her violin case out to Alfred.

"Will you please take this up to my room?" she asked, and Alfred looked down at her. He could tell she was trying to be brave; he gave her a soft smile and took the case with soft hands and nodded gently.

"Of course, Miss Wayne." He said "When this is over, how about a snack and then we watch The Fantastic Four movie." Alfred offered as he turned on the steps, the movie came out when she was just a little over four, and he knew she loved Rebecca Staab's Susan Storm. Though, he knew that would do extraordinarily little to cheer her up after the news she would hear. Breanna smiled at him and nodded.

Though her smile faded as Alfred turned away and headed up the steps. The young girl held her head up, fixed her posture, and then brought her hands together in front of her linking her fingers together carefully. She began walking up the steps behind Alfred, careful to not let her emotions show on her face, but with each step the pit of her stomach began to fill with more and more dread.

Finally, as they made it to Gordon, Breanna watched as Alfred turned and looked at her with a soft gave before opening his mouth then closing it and nodding at her before nodding at Gordon, though there was a gleam in Alfred's eyes that read 'be careful with her.' Jim nodded back at taking an audible breath in. Breanna waited until Alfred was out of sight before looking at Jim Gordon with scared eyes.

"Detective." She tried to greet softly, but her voice cracked. Jim looked down at her and he removed his glasses gesturing inside where her mother sat at the table her head in her hands, a damp looking tissue was pressed against her temple with her right hand.

"I think you should take a-," Jim began to talk his voice filled with grief and mourning. Breanna shook her head quickly looking back at him.

"No." she interrupted quickly. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his concerned ones. Her eyes began to well with tears. "Whatever you need to tell me, you can tell me here." She took in a gulp of air, feeling her chest tighten with fear. "depending on what it is, I don't want my mother to see me cry." She began sniffling trying with all her might to in her tears.

Jim knelt slowly, nodding and taking a breath. Breanna followed his gaze, watching his eyes turn soft and warm, with a touch of sadness. He laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Breanna, tomorrow I and the GCPD have decided to stop the search for your father-Tomorrow, the GCPD and William Earle will be announcing Bruce Wayne as dead."

Breanna felt her heart stop and those tears she held back fell.

"y-you promised-"

ONE YEAR 4 MONTHS AND 27 DAYS AGO.

Breanna sat on the steps outside her mother's house. Rachel did not want her to hear the report she was giving to detective Jim Gordon. She held a stuffed animal in her arms, a yellow duck. She had it sense before she could even remember. It was hardly even yellow anymore; but right now, It was the only thing that made her feel safe. She imagined it was because her father got it for her.

Rachel was crying, her on and off again boyfriend Bruce Wayne was missing. Three days he had been missing. After the blowup he had after the final trail for his parent's killer it was like he went rouge. Like he was going to do it himself, break into black gate prison and kill him. Deep down she knew he couldn't do it. So she thought he was going on a bender; but the silence for three days and not answering his phone- it made her worry now that he might be dead somewhere, or hurt and lost. "It was unlike him, he was going off and yelling about the justice system, punching the roof of the car with our daughter inside it. He scared her so bad she cried- it was just unlike him." Rachel said and buried her head in her hands, elbows on her coffee table. Jim was writing that down, part of him feared that this would happen- the case had been opened again because Bruce thought he deserved more than just a life sentence- Bruce wanted his life.

"Rachel what did he do after that?" Jim asked softly, sitting on the coffee table next to her elbow. "did he say anything? Where he might be going?" he questioned. "anything you have can help us find him."

Rachel took a deep breath. "No, he just got out of the car after apologizing for making Breanna cry. He had Alfred drop us off here after that." Rachel chewed on her lip, trying to think. "he didn't call, or leave a note, or even say goodbye." Rachel closed her eyes a few tears escaping as she closed her lids. "I think he might be planning to do something stupid, after all he wants that guy dead."

Jim took a breath, "Well he didn't make it that far, and I don't think Bruce would- do what you're thinking he was planning to do." He could not see Bruce as a murderer, no, not the boy he wrapped his jacket around that fateful day. Rachel felt glad in hearing that, though she already knew he didn't make it that far; it was just a good feeling to have confirmation of what she already knew.

She sighed "So what? Do you think he's just in some drunken stupor going on a million-dollar bender?" Rachel gave a spiteful smile. Jim gave a sigh and a nod. He could not confirm or deny it. Yet, he was thinking it too.

"he very well could be, don't worry, Rachel; I'll bring him home." He spoke. He stood up, he had plans to sweep every bar in Gotham till there were non left to look through. If he wasn't in any, it was going to be every hotel, motel, then every hospital in Gotham- and if not there the many places Bruce Wayne visited in his free time. Which was a lot, but he was sure many officers around would kill for a chance in finding Bruce Wayne. Though, Gordon did not think at the time he would have to go that far.

Rachel smiled up at him and slowly rose to her feet. She gave him a hug, and he hugged her back in a fatherly manner. He pulled away and offered a smile. "how's the kid holding up?" Jim finally asked, and Rachel let her smile fall. She looked towards the front door, where she knew her daughter would be sitting outside of.

"She hasn't slept much, she thinks if she waits up for Bruce and apologizes for crying-" Rachel let out a sob, her strong façade fading. "that he'll come home. She thinks it's her fault." She shook her head and looked back at Jim. "she isn't eating, little to no sleeping, crying when she thinks I'm not looking. I've tried to tell her it's not her fault, but she won't listen to me- she wants to hear it from Bruce." Rachel wiped her eyes.

Jim let loose a sigh, a frown edging its way to his features. that statement reminded him of Bruce Wayne all those years ago. They were both almost the same age as well. "Can I talk to her?" Jim asked looking at the door, and Rachel slowly looked at it as well and then back to Jim. She thought for a moment. It couldn't hurt, could it? She thought. After-all, all those years ago he helped console Bruce. Rachel chewed on the inside of her cheek and gave a nod.

Jim headed towards the door giving himself an inner pep talk before he'd approach her. Children were always a sensitive topic. Especially, with these issues.

Breanna still sat on those steps. Small fingers stroking the fur of her stuffed duck. She would idly think of times where her dad would read to her, and he tucked her in when she was younger, that he would also kiss the duck goodnight. She'd think of the times when he'd pick her up and make her fly around Wayne manor with her duck. She wanted to go back to those times.

Breanna looked up when the front door opened and Jim stepped out, her mother moving to stand in the door frame and listen. Breanna looked back down, and she did not say a word. She hugged her stuffed duck under her arm to hide it from Jim Gordon. Almost embarrassed to be seen hugging a toy, after all she was nine years old- no one at her school still clung to toys for comfort.

"It must be scary not knowing where your dad is." Jim said as he took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders. He then took a seat next to her, making a grunting noise as his aging bones gave pops in his knees. Breanna nodded gently, her bottom lip coming out and quivering slightly.

"do you think he's cold?" she asked suddenly. Her tears welling up as she turned her head and craned it to look up at him. "Alfred said he didn't come home there either. So, he must be cold, and he didn't have a jacket when he left, and it was raining really hard." Her tears fell and she wiped her eyes. Gordon could not help but smile at her words, they were so innocent.

"Well, if he's cold, that's his own fault." He gave a sad sounding chuckle. "Do you know why that's his fault, Breanna?" Gordan asked softly laying a hand on her shoulder looking at her seriously. Breanna kept his gaze and shook her head. "because he didn't bring a jacket with him." He said and Breanna looked back down and wiped her eyes angrily, mad at herself.

"well, he wouldn't have needed to if I didn't cry." She gave a big sob moving her hands to cover her face, her yellow duck falling to the pavement of the steps. Jim looked down at it a small smile falling to his face as he picked it up.

"that's not your fault, I think I know the real reason Bruce left the car that day." He said as he moved the toy around in his hands. "You know? I helped Bruce pick this out for you, he was so scared about having you." Jim laughed softly changing the subject momentarily.

Breanna felt her cheeks heat up when she moved her trembling hands and saw her toy in his grip. She wanted nothing more than to rip it from him and run inside- but she knew that was not polite. Instead, she rubbed her snot running down her nose on her sleeve and looked away. "he was scared?" she asked, it did pique her curiosity.

"of course!" Gordon laughed. "just as I was when my son was born." He nodded and shook his head. "A child is a huge responsibility, and as parents we know we can't be there every time you need comforting or reassurance." Jim continued, and laid the duck on her knees. "Which is why, you have this. When you were born you cried so much it made bruce cry- I walked down with him to the hospital gift shop and told him to pick something for you, something for you to hold when need someone but there's no one there." Breanna put her hand over the duck on her knees and gave a soft sniffle.

"why'd he choose a duck?" Breanna asked and Gordon gave a chuckle, finding something amusing in his thoughts that he had yet to say allowed.

"well he saw this, and he turned to me and said. "she kind of sounds like a duck when she cries." And I told him he was right." Jim said and nudged her with his shoulder. Breanna found herself laughing.

"really?!" Breanna laughed and tilted her head. She finally looked up at Gordon with brown eyes that shun just a little brighter than before.

"yes, really. That's why we sometimes call you ducky." He wrapped an arm around her and gave a softer smile. "So you see. Ducky- bruce didn't leave because you cried, he left because he needed comfort, he left because he knew he had to be strong for you- he left so he could be upset in private-" Jim grabbed her chin gently with his fingers. "as parents, we should never be the ones to make our children cry."

Breanna gave a soft smile, a soft understanding smile. Though, she still felt a little at blame, it did make sense that Bruce left because he wanted something comforting just as she did. Being so little she didn't think it was alcohol like Jim and Rachel did, she simply thought he went to go buy himself a duck too.

And then she asked a question Jim shouldn't have given a definite answer to.

"Do you promise you'll bring him back home?"

Jim of course hesitated, but then said.

"you have my word."

And that promise was enough to get Breanna to eat, and sleep that night, and for the nights to come.

PRESENT

"Y-You promised-"

It was a soft whisper at first. Breanna's eyes immediately shed those tears she had been trying to hold back from him. She shook her head and took a step back from him pushing his hand off her shoulder.

Jim frowned, his eyes glazing over with tears. This hurt. This hurt more than anything he's ever done.

"you promised!" Breanna yelled. She felt her chest get tight, it felt hard to breathe.

"I tried!" Jim shouted desperately, standing up to full height. "I searched everywhere!" he exclaimed. Breanna sobbed and shook her head.

"You're a liar! I don't BELIEVE YOU!" Breanna screamed her hands shooting up to her hair and running her fingers through it, knocking out the small pins keeping her bangs back. She pulled at her hair slightly, feeling like she was having tunnel vision. Dead? Her daddy was dead?

She stepped back until she felt her foot at the ledge of the stairs. She looked over her shoulder down the stairs and to the woods that surrounded Wayne Manor. She felt dizzy, she could not breathe.

She went to run, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her back, Gordon and Breanna both falling on the ground. Breanna giving out cries that sounded like screams as she tried to pull away. "liar! Liar! You're a liar!" she tried to yank away, she tried to scratch at his arms through his jacket.

Gordon just held her laying his head on hers, reaching up with one hand to wipe the tears that streamed endlessly down her red cheeks. Rachel stepped out, her eyes wide and filled with worry as she heard her daughters screams. "ducky…" Rachel whispered as she moved forward and fast bringing herself to her knees next to Jim. Her tears once again overflowing her eyes and fall down her cheeks. She pulled her daughter away from Gordon and allowed her daughter's head to rest in her chest muffling her loud cries of pain and fear and anger.

"you should have never made that promise." Rachel whispered to her Gordon spitefully. She was angry too, she also believed Gordon that day that he would bring home Bruce Wayne. Gordon felt a tear roll down his cheek and he nodded.

"I thought I could bring him home, Rachel." Gordon said and Rachel shook her head, letting out a sob as she rocked her daughter back and forth.

Breanna clenched her fists around her mother's shirt tightly. Trying to breathe, gasping hard but when she tried to breath in all that would come out was another cry.

Alfred stood in the kitchen, watching out the window. His eyes filled with tears. He knew he could not cry in front of them. No, he had to be the strong one.

Rachel lost her longtime friend, and Breanna lost her father. Alfred lost what felt like a son, but he had to be brave. He looked down at the sink wiping a tear with his glove and began to cook- even though he knew the food would go uneaten tonight.

However, that night when Breanna laid in bed with her mother; she made a promise to herself. That's she'd NEVER cry in front of anyone again. Because if she didn't cry, maybe daddy wouldn't be dead.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

"The Wayne fortune, Wayne Empire, and Wayne Manor with everything it holds will go to Breanna Wayne when she turns 18-"Breanna looked up a moment, she sat in a big black chair that made her feel so small. She was not really listening, until that moment. Yet, she knew by the words that when she was an adult, she would have everything her dad once had. Breanna placed her hands in the pockets of her black dress.

Rachel was looking with raised eyebrows. Her mind was reeling, this was all too much to take in. yet, there was a warm feeling in her chest that Bruce wanted to make sure their daughter never had to want or need for anything.

"Until she reaches that age, all the Wayne fortune is left to Alfred Pennywort, Mr. Wayne wanted to clarify that, Mr. Pennyworth is to give monthly allowances to Rachel Dawes, of forty grand to help care for their daughter, and for their daughter Breanna Wayne to do the same when she reaches eighteen." The man spoke gently.

Rachel's eyes widened. "Alfred, I don't need forty grand a month." She spoke and Alfred gave her a look. "but we'll discuss that later." She said.

The man speaking through Bruce Wayne's will continued once there was complete silence. "Wayne manor and all of its belongings is also left for Alfred Pennyworth until Breanna reaches the age of eighteen and then she can do with it what she pleases- he only asks that Breanna does not get rid of Martha Wayne's pearl necklace as it will be his final present to her when she turns 16, and it must stay in the family."

Breanna looked up at that. She always loved grandma's pearl necklace. She never thought that one day it would belong to her.

"the care of Breanna Wayne, is of course left to her mother, but Bruce wants Miss Dawes to seek Alfred pennyworth's help anytime she needs it,"

Rachel looked over at Alfred and gave a smile. She had already been doing that. Alfred returned the smile.

"okay, that's all lovely and sentimental." William Earle said with a nod at Rachel and Alfred with a soft fake sincere smile. "But the empire, the enterprise- I and all my colleagues need to know if we are going to have a job in the morning." He said and looked at the man reading up and down. He slowly soothed down the creases in his black suit.

Rachel gave William Earle a look, and so did Alfred. A look of distrust. Breanna didn't understand she just looked at William.

"well, of course it's going to go to you. Daddy use to say if he needed to trust someone with work it was you." Breanna said softly looking up and placing a hand on the table. It was the first time she spoke since coming here. William looked at her and a suave smile came to his features.

"You are Gotham's little sweat heart, aren't you." He said and moved closer, reaching over and giving her cheek a pinch before letting go. Rachel slowly followed his hand's departure by wrapping a protective arm over her daughter's shoulder. Breanna covered her cheek that had just been pinched and looked at her lap with a frown.

The man who spoke from bruce's will looked down and began reading. "the company will be left to be ran by William Earle until Breanna is eighteen and can either claim her shares or run the company or sign them and the entire company- over to the William Earle. ." He spoke.

William gave a smile and a sigh of relief.

"that is all, I will leave you all to discuss." The man closed his folder and left it in front of Alfred. The man a paused and took something out of his jacket pocket. "Breanna, your father wanted you to have this when he died." He placed an envelope in front of her. Breanna looked at it, a small bit of fear filling her chest. On the front of it was her father's handwriting, and a date that dated the day of the trial.

Breanna looked up at the man and watched as he walked out before she could give him a thank you. She with shaky hands picked up the envelope and got up from her chair and moved to the window staring out into the city of Gotham from the office at the tippy top- her father's office.

She looked back down at the letter and gently broke the red Wayne wax seal and pulled the letter out. She began to read;

" Dear Breanna Martha Wayne ,

If you are reading this letter, it means I am dead. I am dead because I either failed miserably in my task to bring justice to my life, or I succeeded and died after. I want you to know, that I love you and your mother so very much. I know you are still too young to understand, but one day you WILL understand why I did what I did.

Sometimes, you must bring things into your own hands, Breanna. The world is short of a real justice system, so I brought Justice where justice was needed, or I failed doing so.

Again, this letter will make more sense when you are older. At least I hope it does. Part of me hopes maybe I did not do it, and maybe I tore this letter up and threw it in the fireplace that you'd be sitting in front of.

I'm sorry that I left you and your mother behind, but I am not sorry for doing what I thought I had to do.

I love you, Breanna. When I saw you for the first time, I knew I would do anything to protect you. Even take the monsters out by myself. I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me for leaving you behind while you are still so young and need me.

I left you with everything, so that you would never have nothing. What you decide to do with the money, the company, the manor- it does not matter to me, what matters to me is that you are happy. Breanna, do what makes you happy. Do what you think is right.

I love you so much.

With love forever and Always,

Bruce Thomas Wayne"

Well, he was right. She did not understand a lot of it. Breanna stared at the letter a moment longer, her mother watching her with wide eyes the entire time. Breanna felt herself getting dizzy, her chest tight and felt like it was hard to breath. Her eyes weld with tears, but they did not fall. She tore her eyes away from the letter and closed it putting it back in the envelope.

Part of her knew she could not tell anyone about the letter, she remembered watching in a movie that a letter like this- it was basically admitting that he did something bad, or at least tried to. She knew it had SOMETHING to do with the badman. The letter was just so vague about it, as if he wanted her to put it together when she was older. 'bring justice' . she shook her head, letting out a breath and putting the letter in her pocket.

"what did it say?" Rachel asked gently as she stood and walked over to Breanna a concerned look on her face when she observed her daughter's pale complexion and disturbed features. Breanna looked up at her, her face becoming calm.

"I don't want to talk about it." Breanna spoke softly and Rachel nodded in understanding. Whatever it was, Rachel knew somehow that it was just for her.

TWO YEARS LATER

"I'm fine, Alfred!" twelve-year-old Breanna groaned from the ER bed. She held her forehead in her hand, blood trickling from the gash wound down her temple. "I just fell-" she hung her head down, her hair in her face as Alfred approached with nothing but worry in his eyes. It was obvious to Alfred that Breanna was lying to him, it was the small change in her voice that was the indicator.

"Fell?" Alfred breathed and stood in front of her crossing his arms. "look at me." He said quickly and Breanna did not look up, Alfred gave a huff of air and reached down, gently taking Breanna's chin in his hand forcing her to look up at him. Her brown waves of hair falling from her face. It revealed a black eye and a swollen lip. "fell? Into someone's hand and then to the floor?" he asked. Breanna gave a short, amused smile at his choice of words.

"something like that." She said softly and took her chin away from Alfred leaning back. She squinted her eyes through her blurring vision. Her head indeed did pound with pain. All she could remember from the heat of that moment, was Samantha Elliot saying something about Bruce Wayne; then Breanna and her started – fighting, ending in Breanna being pushed down the twenty-four steps at the entrance of her school. Her school's uniform knee-high socks were torn and grey from the street, her black ripped at the shoulder, her button up drizzled with her own- and Samantha's blood. "It was more like a flight of stairs though." Breanna offered a smile.

Alfred looked at her with a deepened frown, "Well, I bloody hope she at least looks worse off- what happened?" Alfred said leaning against the edge of the bed she sat on. Breanna frowned and hugged her elbows.

"she was saying how Tommy Elliot would one day beat my dad and be the richest man in Gotham. That it would not be much competition; "after all dead guys are easy competition." – and then she talked about my mom- I don't really remember what she said, but I just wanted to hit her." Breanna rolled her eyes at the look Alfred gave her. Alfred's frown deepened.

"all this? Over money?" he exclaimed. "your father-" He stopped at the look Breanna gave him, a glare so heated it reminded him of how her father looked that day.

"no, not over money Alfred. I don't care about the money. Samantha has been poking fun at dad; ever since he- he-"Breanna lifted her hand once more to her head to hold where the pain resonated from. "died." It felt sour in her mouth to say it. Part of her didn't want to believe he was dead, there was no body after all. "then when she tried to talk about mom- I just lost it."

Alfred sighed in understanding, slowly wrapping an arm over Breanna's shoulder. "Well, did you at least get a good punch in? for your mum?" he asked with a shadow of a smile ghosting over his lips. Breanna chuckled, a smile coming to her face.

"right in her nose. I'm sure a million-dollar nose job will put it back in place." Breanna gave a huge smile as Alfred gave a laugh. She reached her left hand up and placed it over the hand Alfred had on her right shoulder.

"well, at least we can afford it. i am the richest butler in Gotham." He teased, bending down and kissing the top of her head. Breanna laughed and shook her head at his words.

"god, if the world knew-"she paused her words as the doctor came back, Alfred stepping to the side to talk with him. Breanna already knew she'd need stitches. Probably just one or two. She decided to look around the rest of the ER, people watch as her mother called it. It wasn't often Breanna was at the hospital. She tilted her head. A man with a broken leg, a woman a pen sticking out of her hand, a child who held a bucket and vomited ever 10 minutes. Samantha and her mother who refused to even look near her direction.

Finally a mother holding her teen son close to him, it was obvious from the state of their dirty clothes and dirt covered cheeks that they were homeless. "please sir- he's very sick!" she begged. Her accent was thick, Hispanic. Her eyes filled with concern and tears. Breanna moved from looking at the mother to looking at the son, who's cheeks burned red, his forehead sweaty. A cut on his leg wrapped in dirty clothes had blood and pus seeping through it.

Breanna knew eavesdropping was incredibly rude, but she could not help it. "I'm sorry, Miss Rhodes- unfortunately you can't pay for the medicine or the procedure to fix what's damaged already- It's unfortunate but that's what happens when you don't have a job-" the young doctor spoke, trying his best to sound kind. Miss Rhodes gave a sob.

"p-please help him.."

Breanna looked down at her lap, as her doctor came to her sitting down in front of her with a numbing spray to numb the spot he would be sewing shut. Breanna lifted her hand and took his wrist. "You turn people away here?" she asked with a look of concern. Dr Robert's looked at her with confused eyes, before looking over his shoulder at what Breanna had been staring at. "even when they are in desperate need of help?"

Dr. Roberts looked back at her with a sigh, "unfortunately Miss Wayne, we don't have the funds to be giving away free treatment. Time is money- that medicine doesn't come for free…"he said softly. Alfred too began to watch the mother and her son, his eyes turning soft and sad looking.

Breanna looked at her doctor with a disappointed look, her eyes showing disgust for this corrupt system. She let her doctor spray the spot, she knew it would need a moment to work. When he stepped away to go to the patient the curtain next to Breanna, Breanna looked up at Alfred.

"Alfred?" she asked gently, the man looked down at her with those same sad eyes. "do you think I could pay for her son's treatment, and to give her enough money to get a small place and live well for a short while, while she finds a job?"

Alfred felt his eyes prick with tears as she spoke. He lips curling upwards in a warming smile. He knew in that moment that he helped raise her right. "of course, Miss Wayne-" he said turning his head and giving a small cough covering it with his hand. "would you please write out the check, while I talk with Miss Rhodes?" Alfred nodded softly as he moved to grab his check book out of his pocket. He was at a loss of words.

Breanna stood slowly, ignoring the dizziness that took over her. She took slow steps over to where Miss Rhodes moved to sit while she waited for her son to gain his strength. Miss Rhodes looked at her with her dark eyes, her messy hair in her face. Her son's head pressed into her chest. The woman offered a kind wary smile to the little girl.

"hello, Miss Rhodes, was it?" Breanna asked softly and the woman knitted her brows together in a wary manner and nodded. "I'm Breanna Wayne." She held her hand out, the one not covered in her own blood. "I couldn't help but listen to you talk to that doctor- I'm sorry they are refusing treatment."

"It's not fair- He's just a boy." Miss Rhodes said with a small sob. She hugged her son's head to her and rocked gently. Breanna gave a small sad smile, intertwining her hands together as the woman did not take her hand to shake.

"What's his name?" Breanna asked gently, she tilted her head and offered the boy a weak but kind smile- which began to get hard as the side of her face was beginning to feel numb.

"Alex." The boy managed to whisper. He gave Breanna a frown before closing his eyes again. Miss Rhodes smiled as her son spoke, but remembering they'd have to leave before security would once again walk them out of the building, she let her frown deepen on her face.

Alfred stepped over that moment and handed Breanna the check. She looked down at it and gave a smile. The check was written out for thirty-thousand dollars, enough for the medicine, the procedure and an apartment with enough left-over money for rent for a few years while Miss Rhodes got back on her feet. Alfred then laid a gentle hand on Breanna's shoulder, and looked down at her.

Breanna smiled and held out the check, "well, Miss Rhodes, Alex- I would like to pay for all your expenses and help get you off the streets; If you will allow it."

Miss Rhodes looked at Breanna with wide eyes, and then down at the paper check. She took it gently. It was at that moment, when on the check's paper she saw the Wayne Family symbol- that it came to her that this was not just some little girl sharing the same name, but the Breanna Wayne, daughter of deceased Bruce Wayne. Her eyes filled with tears of joy, and relief that her son would be okay, but not only that but would have a roof over their heads- that they would have a second chance at life.

Miss Rhodes let go of her son's body, and took Breanna by the hands, kissing them gently as she took the check from her. "thank you, thank you, thank you." She sobbed into Breanna's hand. "You have the kindest soul that I have ever met-"she laid her head on the Breanna's hand. "You must be sent from our guardian angel. I do not know how- But I will return every cent. I swear-"

Breanna smiled some and shook her head. "You never have to repay it back, this is a gift for you and your son-"Breanna said and gave larger smile. "please stay safe Miss Rhodes, and I wish you a speedy recovery Alex." Alex and Miss Rhodes looked with shock. Alex could hardly speak but the look on his face was grateful- a light shun in his eyes that his mother had not seen in forever.

Breanna took Alfred's hand off her shoulder and took it in her own beginning to walk back to her table. Holding his hand simply because she began to feel a little dizzier. Finally, Rachel walked through the doors just as Breanna took a seat and the doctor began to sew the stiches into her head. Alfred was looking off, his eyes still a little red from being choked up. Rachel noticed immediately.

"What did I miss?" Rachel asked setting her purse down on the hospital bed Breanna sat on.

"A true kindness Miss Dawes." Alfred spoke. "we raised her right is all I have to say." Rachel gave a look but shook her head, knowing that Alfred would tell her later when they got home. She took a seat behind Breanna and took her hand in hers and held it tightly as Breanna squeezed it.

"and you- young lady, are grounded." Rachel said softly.

"I know." Breanna said quietly.

TWO MONTHS LATER

It was Saturday evening again, the sky purple and casted with clouds. A light rain fell but never hit Breanna as she stood under the glass window pained gazebo in the backyard her violin on her shoulder and bow in her right hand. She closed her eyes, though her sheet music lay on its stand in front of her. She played, Béla Bartók - Violin Concerto No. 2. She had to practice for her class regional's. Though it was a tough music piece to learn, with her tutor coming over five days a week for the last three months- she knew it by heart now. The cd of the other parts of the music played on her radio on the glass table as she played alone, making sure to keep in rhythm and tune with the music.

Her cream-colored knee length tank top strapped dress blew in the wind slightly as she swayed her body with the music, her tan flats discarded by the table- the feet of her panty hose tinted a light grey as she walked around while playing. Her hair that was once in a bun hair now fell in waves down her back, the pins that held it up scattered across the wooden floor of the gazebo. Her tan woold coat with cream-colored buttons sat on one of the tables chairs.

She was lost in the music, sweat formed on her forehead as she used all her energy to project it into her black oak violin. She was alone, and the music when she opened her eyes made tears fall. She was alone, she didn't fear crying- or at least she thought she was alone-

Miss Rhodes stood there in the rain in complete awe. Breanna jumped slightly when she finally noticed that the woman stood there. Her music playing stopped abruptly, and insecurities filled her stomach. She brought her violin down holding the base of it, her then bringing her bow down to rest at her right side.

Breanna looked the woman over, she was dressed nicely in a blazer and white button up, black slacks and black flats, her hair pinned nicely back in a ponytail. Breanna hardly recognized her. "Miss Rhodes-"Breanna began and slowly stepped over to her radio turning off the music. "I'm sorry I did not see you standing there."

"Maria. Please call me Maria." She said softly, she held flowers in her hands. Yellow roses and lilacs. "don't be sorry. Please don't ever be sorry, you have a gift-" she moved closer. Breanna felt her face heat up at her words. Breanna watched as Maria moved herself to the gazebo stepping over her shoes and placing the flowers on the table.

"Thank you, Miss-I mean Maria. I've been playing since I was six-years-old." Breanna said with a bashful smile. She moved to the table and set her violin in it's case and then the violin's bow. Breanna rubbed her now sore fingers on the palms of her hands, before reaching for the bouquet of flowers.

"It shows; I hope to see you in a big orchestra one day." Maria said kindly and tears pricked at her eyes when Breanna looked at the small thank you note that was attached to the flowers. "Alex is doing wonderful, he's at our new home with me now. He must walk with a cane for now, but he picked those flowers himself. He would have come, but he wanted to get caught back up with school." Maria let her tears fall, and she wiped them with the back of hand.

"we both just wanted to thank you properly." She said softly. Breanna felt tears prick her own eyes. She was happy, happy he was okay. Happy that Maria seemed to be doing do much better than how she found her. She was young so her emotions were much more heightened. "I have a job now, it's small but if I work hard, I could be a manager there. It's in an accounting firm."

Breanna let a tear fall, and wiped it away quickly. "I am so happy for you, maria." She whispered and hugged the flowers tighter to her. "But as I said back at the hospital, you never have to thank me- this-" she pointed her up and down. "is thank you enough- my father he did not believe in second chances. I do though- and you will always be a reminder of that." Breanna let out a shaky breath as maria jumped forward and wrapped her in a hug. "thank you, maria for showing me second chances do exist." Maria let out a small laugh mixed with her own cries. Breanna closed her eyes and dropped the flowers wrapping maria back in a big hug.

Alfred and Rachel watched this encounter from the back window. Leaning against one another with tears in their eyes.

"I wish Bruce was here to see this, he would be so proud of her." Rachel spoke softly. Alfred nodded slowly.

"That he would, Miss Dawes. That he would." He turned from the window and looked at the tea. "Should we bring out dinner and tea now?" he asked softly.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Breanna was thirteen now, it was the anniversary of her father's disappearance. She did not do much on this day. She never talked much on this day either. She usually sat in a solemn silence.

Breanna had decided on her own that this would no longer be a day to mourn. Now that she understood her father's letter- his confession at a pre-mediated attempt -but not even attempted- murder of Joe Chill, the murderer of Martha and Thomas Wayne. It took her three years to finally understand the words he used. The way he used them.

Her father had planned to become a murderer and left those thoughts and what could have happened thoughts on the shoulders of a nine-year-old at the time little girl. Breanna had decided that, that was selfish of him. To do that to her. To leave her behind because of his own selfish actions. Though, she still didn't believe him dead, she did know he never came back for her or her mother. To her that should not be a man to mourn. Maybe not even a man at all, but still that little boy who wanted revenge.

Her own guilt rattled her brain slightly still, even more so now that she had these thoughts. Yet, she burdened herself by keeping his secret, his plans for that night he left. She still believes she should not have cried, because if she didn't, he wouldn't have gotten out of the car maybe.

Breanna sat at the kitchen table; it was Sunday. She still stayed weekends at Wayne Manor- she believed it brought Alfred joy, that Wayne Manor never shut its doors, and that people still lived in it and needed him to care for it. Breanna watched as Alfred made tea, though she started to enjoy the taste of coffee.

"Alfred, I want to get a tutor for school, and I was wondering if you would not mind signing some of Bruce's money over to one, I have picked out and found myself." Breanna asked with a small smile. She pulled her grey cardigan over her exposed shoulder covering her white tank top, and then placing one of her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants.

Alfred knitted his brow in a confused manor, turning around with two plates of tea in his hands and setting them on the table. He then turned and grabbed the plate of chocolate chip cookies and placed them across from her. Breanna grabbed one quickly and then her tea, setting the cookie down on the napkin placed in front of her and then she grabbed the sugar cup and spoon and began filling her tea with an unhealthy amount of sugar. Just like how Bruce would do.

Alfred sighed and then sat down in front of her. "You do amazing in school; from your last report card the only minus sign I saw was an A minus in gym." He then decided to add, "because you'd rather be talking to Miss Jenny Thomas, then climbing a rope."

Breanna looked down bashfully, her cheeks turning red from his comment. She couldn't help it, she had the smallest crush on her. Maybe it was her raven hair and bright blue eyes, or maybe the way no matter what she did she made her laugh. "she's pretty, Alfred-" she said sheepishly and looked away, a cheesy smile going to her features. Alfred raised a brow at her in a knowing way before shaking his head and taking a sip of his tea a faint smile ghosting the corners of his lips.

Breanna stirred the sugar in her tea before setting the spoon down and taking a sip. "But I know I do well in school, but I talked to my mother about this, and now I want to talk to you about this- My mom thinks I'm rushing to grow up- which let us be honest Alfred; I was forced to grow up five years ago, I'm almost fourteen years old- and I feel like I'm an adult." Alfred gave a sad look setting his tea down and giving her a long stare waiting for her to finish. "I want to get a tutor because I want to graduate this year and start college classes at the University of Gotham."

Alfred choked on the tea in his mouth. "Bloody hell, you're still a child Breanna!" He spoke. And Breanna looked down moving to hold her cookie and nibble on the corner of it. He didn't doubt she could do it, he just didn't understand her motives as to why? "I'm sorry but It does feel like you're rushing to grow up."

"I'm not rushing Alfred, I just know what I want to do- I want to start my college classes so that by the time I am eighteen maybe twenty depending how long it takes or if I only pass to final year of high school- " Breanna looked down. She gave a sigh and shook her head. "Alfred, remember that day I got into a fight with Samantha Elliot?" Alfred raised a brow and nodded. "Well, when we left the hospital, it broke me to see all those people waiting outside the hospital with hopes of a miracle that they could somehow get help- all those people that were turned away. I know I am young- But I know that was injustice. Doctors make an oath, one that is supposed to stand over anything; even over money." Breanna shook her head "Those doctors broke those oaths, and they still are."

Over this year Breanna had spent a lot of time volunteering at the hospital. She could not do much, just read to patients or spend time with them, but it was not enough to her. "I want to graduate now, so that by the time an adult- I can buy the hospital and use my father's fortune to help the people who need it. I want to become a doctor, just like grandfather."

Alfred stared at her. Her words taken him aback. Alfred looked into his tea, his eyes swelling with tears. "You know I've spent my entire life with this family- helped your grandfather, raised your father, helped raise you- and you have made the proudest." Alfred said. Alfred held his tears back as he knew it wasn't butler etiquette to cry in front of Breanna. "how much do you need?"

It wasn't long after that, that Breanna got her tutor. It wasn't long that she started taking the advanced classes at school, the online courses to gain enough curriculum points to graduate. It took up most of her time, she lost friends. She lost potential partners- but she had her mother, Alfred, her violin. At this time it was all she needed. She knew in a couple of months; if she stayed true to what she wanted to do, and put nothing but her time and effort into her goals that she would be able to do it.

And she did.

6 MONTHS LATER SOMEWHERE IN A PLACED COVERED WITH SNOW.

Henri Ducard waved a newspaper that was in a bag, that bag tied to a rock at Bruce Wayne. Bruce stood on the ice where he said he'd meet Henri. His brows knitted together as he noticed what the paper.

"Is that a Gotham city paper?" Bruce asked and went to take it but Henri dropped it down the hole in the ice. Bruce gave the man a blank and annoyed look, but Henri gave the man a smirk.

"yeah, and you might want to read it, Bruce. Your daughter made the front page." Henri said and moved to the boxes he used as his chairs. Bruce's heart froze for a moment, he did not know if it was going to be good or bad. If Henri was showing him, it must be bad right? To push him further into this? Non-the-less Bruce found himself jumping into the ice-cold lake.

The shock hit him first, making his body shake and his brain hurt. He closed his eyes a moment, letting his body get used to it. He looked opened his eyes quickly and looked around watching the newspaper fade within the deep water. He had to make sure she was okay, HE HAD TO KNOW. It was a desperate need; he had to leave her behind, he had to understand- but he'd never forgive himself if something happened to her when he wasn't there to protect her.

With determination flooding his veins he sunk into the water before swimming down after it. He looked around desperately as the water became darker and darker, but then he saw it. reaching down he grabbed it, taking the rock off and kicking off it as he descended to the top back to the opening. Pleasantly surprised when he found that Henri didn't cover the whole this time. He jumped through the top gasping for air, grunts leaving his mouth as his body was hit with the cold air around them. He laid on top of the air pulling out his limbs and laying there shivering.

"So determined to remain clung to the life you left behind." Henri spoke, and stood up offering a hand to Bruce. Bruce wayne shook his head.

"She's my daughter, If anything happens to her- It's my fault." Bruce stated, taking his hand and allowing the man to help him up. He had the paper with him. Both men started walking towards the dojo like area. Bruce began opening the paper shivering as he did so.

Bruce was taken a back, the small girl he left behind was no longer small. She grew at least two feet, she looked like a young woman. He almost didn't believe it was her, he wasn't gone long enough for her to graduate- yet there she was posing for a camera in her private school gowns. She had his smile.

' Breanna Martha Wayne, heir to the Wayne throne; becomes youngest to graduate from Gotham Private school for girls. She later admits in this interview that not only is she the youngest to graduate, but the youngest to be enrolled in the summer semester on a full ride scholarship to Gotham University for her astounding violin performancse.

"my father was a big part of why I wanted to graduate early. He said – well, wrote to me in a letter before he passed, something along the lines of; 'sometimes you have to make your own path. Take it into your own hands.' – but what really pushed me was my mother, she always told me "if you want to make in the world, the change starts with you." Is what she told Gotham New Tribune.

And what changes does future MILLIONAIR Breanna Wayne plan to make with the world? In her interview she spoke highly of becoming a doctor with big plans for Gotham General.

"Though I do love violin, what I really love is helping people. When I was 12 I got into a quite the fight with Samantha Elliot- I was pushed down a flight of stairs for it. She really showed me." She began with a story from her youth, but how does this play into her future? "that day in the hospital, I saw a family turned away because they couldn't afford getting the help they needed- I had my Uncle Alfred sign a check for them for their healthcare needs and to help get them back on their feet. I had never seen people so grateful for something that – I – a child shouldn't of had to do in the first place. The healthcare system failed them. If it weren't for me, a boy would have been dead. "

but she goes onto reveal a more political statement which we all hope here in Gotham news gets investigated.

"The healthcare system has been corrupted by money, breaking oaths to obtain peoples lives over money. It is honestly ridiculous. I do not see why it took a child to see it and finally say it but not the people of Gotham."

What a bomb right? Health care workers declining patients in need. Because they do not have enough money? But what does Breanna Wayne plan to do about that?

"I plan on getting a degree in medicine and following in my grandfather's footsteps as a doctor. I plan on using my inheritance to open clinics that put people first before money. I also plan on buying the hospital back to the Wayne Family, My Family. It should not have been sold in the first place. "once I turn eighteen, I will buy and open clinics, and hopefully once I have my degree, I can help run them and work at them."

But what about the Wayne Empire?

"well, if my father could Trust William Earle, then so can I. he's been doing a good job so far, and he's really been there for me. He's never missed a violin recital either. I might end up signing my shares to the company to him- but I do not know yet. I'm sure he's using my father's well."

And that was all future DOCTOR and millionaire Breanna Wayne had to say before leaving to have a celebratory dinner with her mother Rachel Dawes and her 'uncle Alfred'

What is next for Breanna Wayne? Will we soon get an inside scoop on her sixteenth birthday? Sure, it's a little over a year away, but I'm sure Gotham's little genius sweetheart has big plans! '

Bruce was teary eyed as he read, his heart filled with a warm feeling. He took a seat by the fire. Setting the paper down. He was so proud, and his biggest regret was that he was not there to see it. he was not there to celebrate with her. "she's doing so well; she's going to college." He looked at her picture in the paper. He rid himself of his shirt sitting next to Henri with a smile.

"she's pure of heart Bruce." Henri said. He laid a hand on his shoulder. "We need more people like her in the world." Yes, when he rebuilds the world- Breanna Wayne has earned her ticket to stay. Possibly the only one in Gotham that will. "you should be proud." He said and nodded. "I showed you this, so that it will help motivate you finish your training faster."

Bruce looked up at him with questioning eyes. If he finishes? What did that mean? He goes back to Gotham?

BREANNA WAYNE FIFTEEN AND A HALF YEARS OLD.

"Lucius, it's a pleasure to see you. Thank you for meeting with me today." Breanna said as stepped into her father's office. She thought it would be more professional for this type of meeting. She had her violin in her hand, as she was playing before he came. She got so excited she forgot to put it in it's case. She wore a black dress, that buttoned up in the front, underneath a grey turtleneck and matching grey and black plaid blazer. Though she looked professional enough, she was lacking in shoes. Lucius knew why of course, when Breanna Wayne played the violin she felt she did her best when it was with no shoes.

Lucius Fox smiled cheerfully at her, it felt like it was only yesterday he was watching her walk in with bruce holding one hand and she is holding her stuffed duck's wing with her free hand. Now he felt like he was looking at a grown woman. Due to it being summer, he considered that Breanna's freckles were finally showing again- which made her have a much younger appearance. It was the only thing that settled him when he saw her. "You look so grown up," he said and smiled at her as she approached him wrapping him in a hug. He hugged her back and closed his eyes. "I haven't seen you since your graduation party, ducky." He used her nickname fondly.

Breanna chuckled and pulled from the hug. She laid the violin on the desk and the bow on top. She took a seat at her father's chair and gestured for him to sit. "Well school has been having me terribly busy. I quite enjoy it though." She laughed.

"I can imagine. Classes, violin first chair in the college orchestra. I can see why you'd have barely any time for me." Lucius said as he took a seat. Breanna shook her head and took a seat. "Plus keeping up the Wayne social status?"

Breanna let out a breath crossing her eyes at his last statement. "Please Alfred makes me go to those, he says I still need to maintain the Wayne name." she laughed at her words. "I'm sorry I haven't called; I've just been doing a lot on my own lately." She said, "With of course help from Alfred."

Lucius tilted his head his eyebrow raising in a questioning manner. "Oh really?"

"yes, that's why I called you here today actually." Breanna said and tilted her head. Her bangs fell in her face and she reached up and moved them. "I was hoping you could help me with a secret project I'm working on." She said and watched as the man before raised both his brows at her.

"my father has trusted you with a lot of manufacturing in Wayne Empire. Weapons and other machinery- I was hoping you could help me. But it would HAVE to be a secret." Breanna took a breath, nervousness filling the pit of her stomach. She watched Lucius with a nervous gaze.

"Well you've definitely piqued my interest, Miss Wayne." He said gaining a more profession manner to him. "please tell me what it is you have planned."

"Underground clinics for people who need it, for free. Run by me and maybe a few other students I am in class with." Breanna said. Lucius leaned back in his chair and looked at her with a gaze that read he was in disbelief.

"haven't you only just started class almost a year ago?" he asked cautiously.

'I read ahead, and I have been having a lot of practice, Mr. Fox." Breanna said seriously. "every night I am out there with Alfred stitching wounds and applying medicine to them. Giving medicine out for free to those who need it. I found a place, but I need proper equipment and a better supplier; one that will stay hush hush."

Lucius stayed quite a moment as he thought. This was highly illegal, and if caught could completely ruin Breanna's life. Yet, it was the look in her eyes that made him lean forward. "and how exactly do you plan to pay for all this?" he asked gently. "The equipment I can get, it's just getting no one to make a record of it. The supplier easy, again it's the silence that will need to be paid for."

Breanna gave a smile and nod. She opened the first drawer of the desk with a nervous gave. Inside was a check for half a million dollars. She had Alfred sign it this morning. She slid it across the table to him. "We have three options here, Mr. Fox, one You can keep the check for yourself with a promise you will never speak a word of this to anyone, two: you can help me maintain what I need and keep what is left for yourself. –" breanna took a breath. "or three: you can rip up the check right now and call the police and turn me in for practice without a license." She picked up the landline phone in her left and held it out, and then held out her right hand. "The choice is all yours. I will never hold what you choose against you, and If I am caught your name will never be brought up."

Lucius looked at her hand and the phone, and the check. The choice was an easy one. Just looking at her kind eyes, knowing her her entire life- he knew what he had to do. "It's going to be pleasure doing business with you." Lucius took her hand and gave it a shake.

Breanna nearly melted with relief.

It only took about a month to have things up and running. It was secret "underground" clinic in an abandoned warehouse basement. Breanna Wayne didn't really ask her fellow classmates for help, too many people meant to many eyes too many threats to her.

FIVE AND HALF MONTHS LATER.

Breanna stuffed her doctor's coat in her backpack, a tired expression on her face. Rachel had called and told her to meet her at Wayne Manor as soon as possible. It kind of worried her in a way with the way her mother sounded.

Breanna looked down at her cellphone the Sony Ericcson and glanced at a text from someone from her old school. 'party tonight? 3 xoxo Mickey' it wasn't just someone from her old school though, it was someone she was kind of seeing. It was hard to explain. She did not reply. Mickey knew she did not go to parties during the week.

Breanna exhaled as she opened the backdoor to Wayne Manor entering the kitchen. She put her phone in her bag gently before closing it and looking up.

Her once soft smile fell from her face, her cheeks paled. She felt her chest tighten up at the face she was met with.

"Dad?" she looked to her mother that moment. Her mother that looked at her with wide eyes. She felt like she couldn't breathe all of a sudden, she grabbed her chest. All that pain she kept deep down all these years resurfaced, she felt her eyes prick with tears. She looked down, she made a promise never to cry again, now that he was here? What if she cried and he got mad and left.

"You're alive?" breanna finally choked out. And then anger settled over her and became silent. Her eyes widned. "You're alive." She turned her head to the side chewing on the inside of her cheek. Her tears still in her eyes but this time it was tears of anger.

Of course, he's alive now, of course he's back. Joe Chill's trial is being appealed to letting him out for parole this weekend.

"Breanna, ducky-" Bruce stepped forward, of course he knew how he hurt her- Rachel told him everything, "I am alive and I am so sorry." He moved to pull her in his arms, oh but that was the WRONG move. As soon as he touched her, she stood up straight and faced him, her hand reached up and Immediately went across his face so hard his head turned to the right.

Breanna's eyes were wide and filled with so much anger. For what he did, how selfish he was, how he ridiculously placed something so big on her shoulders when she was so little. And finally, for the first time in years; she cried her angry tears.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me."