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Sins against the Family

Ch 5: What are you feeling in your heart?

"You have to wake up. Aliza is in danger."

"I know, Bruce. I know." She said gently. She felt better and calmer now that she had gotten some rest.

It had been hard with the constant white light, Bruce's voice, and the need to find a way out. Despite all of that, exhaustion finally took over and she slept.

Now that she was rested she was able to think clearer. She crossed her legs in lotus position and chanted a spell.

"No," she whispered as memories rushed forward in her head.

The spell had gone wrong. It deviated from her intentions. Instead of showing her a list of past spells that she learned, it showed her the past event.

"Push."

Rachael wanted to chuckle. Yet, the sudden pain caused her to grip Bruce's hand instead.

"Don't push." The priest instructed from between her legs. "You need to relax. Birthing here is different, Mr. Wayne. While it required a plethora of energy from the mother, pain is minimized." His head twisted to the female Azarathian and nodded.

The woman smiled at Rachael. "Rest well mother." Her hand gently touched Rachal's lower abdomen. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos".

The chanting of the familiar words lure her to sleep.

When she awoke, she was greeted by the sight of Trent cradling a baby in his arms while Bruce stared at the baby.

"Is she okay?" Rachael's weak voice caused them to focus on her.

"Tia, You're up." Trent tried to stand up from the chair but was unsure what to do with the baby.

"Is she okay?" She asked again, weakly holding out her arms.

"She's fine." Bruce took the child and sauntered to the bed, where she were. "She has his eyes." She took the child from him and saw a pair of stunning blue eyes staring curiously at her.

She smiled gently. "She does. She has Ric's eyes." Her heart tightened.

"Aliza's going to be powerful when she grows up. I can sense it."

"Aliza?" Rachael glanced at Trent with a risen eyebrow.

He nodded. "That is what I think we should name her. She seems like a joyful and happy child."

Her eyes wandered back to the newborn. She didn't see what Trent saw. She was a simple child. Nevertheless, she hoped that she grew up to be joyful and happy.

"Aliza." She tested out the name.

"Aliza, put your seat belt back on."

Jason glanced up from his phone to see Dick turning around and starting the car. Dick's eye traveled toward him.

"What?"

"Buckle up."

"Oh." Jason grabbed his seat belt and strapped it over his body. When it clicked, Dick moved the car.

"This trip was uneventful," Jason complained as they pulled out of the parking lot of the supermarket. They didn't even get out. They sat in the car for ten minutes, waiting for an essential worker from the store to bring out their order and load it into the trunk.

"I could have stayed home for this. Isn't that right, kid?" He twisted around in his seat to hear Aliza's answer. Yet, what he got was a deadly glare.

He turned to Dick and whispered softly. "I see she inherited his gaze. Do you think-"

"Can you not ask that question here?" Dick cut him off as he drove.

"Oops sorry." Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask about the child lineage in front of her.

"And stop calling her kid. She doesn't like it. Right, Aliza?"

"Exactly ." She replied.

"Whatever, kid." Jason mumbled under his breath as he unlocked his phone and read a message that just came through. He smiled before replying.

"Who are you always texting?" Dick asked as he drove down the street.

"Nobody." He answered, putting away his phone.

"You sure have strong feelings for a nobody." Aliza commented.

He turned around in his seat. "Kid, I don't have feelings for this person."

Aliza lifted an eyebrow. "I'm an empath. I can tell what people are feeling even if they don't know what they are feeling."

"Well, this time you are wrong."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"If you don't tell her how you feel, she's going to get away from you, marry a rich guy, and leave you wondering why you ever let her go."

"That's a pretty detailed description. You can see the future or something?"

"Sometimes."

"Well, I think you should leave her alone then. A rich guy sounds like a better option than you." Dick joked, causing Jason to look at him. "Then again, almost any guy would be a better option than you."

He clicked his teeth. "If you knew her name you wouldn't say that."

"So, it is a woman that you are texting."

Jason shut his mouth before he offered any more information. He didn't want anyone to know about the person he was texting. And she didn't want Dick to know that they were texting each other.

"Hi, Aliza."

"Thanks for calling my name instead of 'kid'."

His eyes turned to the kid. He wasn't sure if he liked her or not. She had cute moments, but she had bratty moments as well. And he didn't know if those bratty moments came from fear or not.

"Sure, no problem," he replied. "But can you use your powers and find out what Dick feels about Barbara?"

"Who is Barbara?"

"A friend of the family." Dick replied. "You will meet her soon. She's a great person."

"What do you think?" Jason asked Aliza.

"It's complicated," Aliza commented. "His inner self doesn't even know."

"Is that so?" He turned back around while Dick glared at him. "Why don't you two get back together?"

"Like she said it's complicated."

"Hmmm." Jason observed Dick as he stared straight ahead.

He wondered what happened between him and Barbs. None of them would offer an answer when asked. Nor would they explain why they broke off their engagement. He thought that they were a great match, and he knew that there was still some attraction between them. Yet, he couldn't figure out why they wouldn't act on it. He guessed it really was complicated.

The speed bump in the parking garage jolted him out of his thoughts. They were back home. He unbuckled his seat once they were parked. He heard the others do the same.

They all gathered the grocery from the trunk with their masks covering their face and headed towards the elevator.

When the door opened, a masked man was revealed. They stepped aside so that he could exit. However, the man blocked the entrance as his eyes shifted from Jason to Dick to Aliza.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter." Aliza said in a pleasant voice, causing her companions to look at her.

"Good afternoon, Aliza," The large man replied. "Where is your mom?" His eyes scrutinized Dick and Jason.

"She's upstairs," Aliza lied. "I just went to the store with my uncle to grab groceries." She held up the one bag that she was carrying. It contained her ice cream.

"Oh," His tone of voice changed, and his eyes relaxed as he glanced at the men in the trio. "I didn't know that your mother had brothers."

"Four."

"I see." His eyes shifted back to Jason and Dick. "Sorry, I'm not used to seeing anyone else with Aliza beside Ra-"

It was sudden but Jason felt it. His eyes focused on Raven as everything went left.

Anger. A lot of anger.

As Damian sat in lotus position, those words echoed in his head along with the words of his mother.

You have returned as a failure, Damian. You have no power, no money, no followers, no strength. Damian, what do you have to show with the time you spent with your father? Moral justice?

Of his grandfather.

All my training, all my hope, all my time were wasted on a boy who doesn't know his right from his left.

Of his father.

We will try this again, Damian. But the next time you leave, don't come back. There won't be anything for you here.

Of his.

Damian, look at yourself. Do you even know who you are?

So was he angry?

He was furious. Furious that his mother was right. With all his skills and intelligence, he could have started at least three successful, multi-billion dollar companies and dominated the business world.

He was furious that he wasn't the gleam in his grandfather's eyes. Eyes that used to look at him with pride had surveyed him with disgust before he died. A disgusting glare that his grandfather never showed to even his enemies.

He was furious because the man that he became this way for didn't even care about him. His father never knew how much he tried to fit inside his world. To be the son that he wanted him to be while knowing that he would never be.

And he was furious with himself. Furious for caring about their opinion.

Yet, now the two of them were gone, unable to see his full worth. He hated them as much as he loved them.

No.

He hated them more than he loved them. He hated the conflict that they had created inside of him. Two warring wolves that tore at each other. That tore at him.

Damian opened his closed eyes.

It was time to kill those wolves. To become someone great. To become the man that was created by him.

And even though his father and grandfather weren't alive, they would see from the grave that he would be someone that was awe and feared.

His hands clenched against his folded knees. His heart shook.

Maybe-

No!

Even if his father was alive, he would even envy what he had become just like his mother would once he found her.

He would make sure that Damian Wayne would be a name to remember.

He closed his eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He did this five times, clearing his mind, before ending his meditation.

He opened his eyes. He was leaving Gotham tonight. Pandemic or not, it wasn't going to stop his mother and whatever she was planning.

He walked over to the computer and created a fake server on the computer that would only be available for his eyes. He pulled up the digital crime board and examined it. What did his mother have to do with the heist and the murderers?

He knew that she was involved somehow but what he couldn't determine was the-

An unexpected force knocked him forward onto the computer. He braced himself against the keyboard of the computer as a vision entered his mind.

He was sitting on his mother's bed as he held her cold hand.

The scene changed.

He stood before his brothers while they kneeled before him. He raised the gun in his hands. Shots were fired.

The scene morphed again.

He gazed down from the rooftop of GCPD in a black, trench coat, looking the burning city before him.

He gasped as he returned back to the training room in the penthouse. It took him a moment to release the trembling girl who held him by the waist.

"Make it stop."

Damian blinked. It took a moment to register her words.

"Make it stop."

He unfolded the arms from his waist and turned around to see the fearful face of Aliza.

His body shook. He could feel her fear. "What's wrong, Aliza? Where are Todd and Grayson?"

She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. Fear clenched his heart.

"Aliza." He gripped her shoulders. "Where are Grayson and Todd?"

"Please, help me. Make it stop."

"Make what-" The question died upon his lip. The second entrance to the training room slammed open. Grayson and Todd strolled in, scanning the area quickly until their gaze landed on them.

Damian stiffened as Aliza trembled more.

Something wasn't right.

His instinct told him so as they stride towards him. Subconsciously, he shifted his body in front of Aliza and took slow steps away from them. Closer to the weapon wall.

"Hand the kid over, Damian." Todd demanded. "She needs to be punished."

"Punished for what?" His eyes stay focused on them for the slightest movement.

"For what she did to that poor man." Grayson answered.

"I didn't mean to." Aliza whimpered. "I could- I'm sorry."

"She said that she is sorry. Now, back off."

"Sorry doesn't fix that man." Todd said, pulling out his guns.

"She has to be punished." Grayson pulled out his escrima sticks.

This wasn't good.

"Aliza," Damian said softly," run-"

"Guys! Alfred is in the hospital!" Tim shouted while racing into the room.

The energy in the room shifted.

"What's going on here?" Tim asked.

"What's going on here?"

Tim watched as Dick and Jason lowered their weapon and Damian started to relax. Jason and Dick turned to each other.

"I-I don't know." Jason answered. His eyes were trying to register what was going on. "I just felt so angry. Angrier than when I came out of the Lazarus pit."

His eyes turned to Dick as he walked closer to the group. He was staring at Aliza who was hiding behind Damian,

"Dick, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He turned to him. "What is this about Alfred being in the hospital?"

"He scanned the room again. He tried to pick up the pieces of what had happened. When he came to a satisfying conclusion, he said. "Fox called. He said that someone called claiming to be Bruce's son."

"So, the man died, and now his other family is popping up out of nowhere. What?" Jason asked, noticing the glared of the others. They didn't reply.

"Is he going to be okay?" Tim turned his gaze to Aliza. She appeared as he felt. It was too soon to lose someone else that was close to him again.

"Fox said that the person said that he was in a coma." He choked out. Tears started to gather in the corner of his eyes. "We verified with the 's true. He's in a coma."

His heart felt like it was shattering into pieces. The pain hurt so much. And from the tears that were streaming from the eyes of his brothers and Aliza.

They didn't want to lose him.

He wiped his eyes and continued. "We are having a chopper move him to Gotham, but-" He stopped talking and clenched his heart. The pain was unbearable. He never felt this sad before.

And as the pain started to become worse, he heard a thump against the floor. He gasped. The pain lessened around his heart to duller thump.

Everyone's eyes turned to an unconscious Aliza, who was lying on the floor, before shifting to Damian.

"What happened?" Jason asked.

"Her empathic powers were controlling our emotions. Making us angry earlier and sadder just now than we would have been."

"I suspected that but knowing didn't make a difference. How were you able to beat her?" Tim asked Damian, who was observing Aliza.

"I didn't. She entered my head and told me to stop her. She gave me the opportunity to do so." He bent down to pick her up and began to walk out of the room. "I'll take her to her room."

"Wait, don't you want to hear the rest about Alfred?"

He paused briefly and answered, "Just let me know when he arrives in Gotham." They all remained silent as they waited for him to leave the room.

"It must be hitting him harder than he expected." Dick said, and they all nodded. It was hitting everyone hard.

"What else is there on Alfred's condition?" Dick asked, causing Tim to shift his gaze to him.

"He contracted the virus, and his lungs began to fail. They put him in a medically induced coma and on a ventilator."

"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" Jason questioned. No one answered. They couldn't be sure.

"Is it safe to transport him to Gotham?" Dick asked.

"We will make it safe." Tim responded. "At least, he will be closer to home, with family." They all nodded. "Someone needs to contact Julia. She would want to know." They all turned toward Dick.

He sighed. "Fine. I'll call her." He pulled out his phone from his pocket to call Alfred's daughter. They watched as he dialed the number and placed the phone against his ear. A couple of seconds later, he spoke. "Hi, Julia. This is Dick. Call me back. It's important. It's about Alfred." He hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket. "What about the person that called Fox about Alfred, Bruce 's son?"

"I didn't get much information about him from the hospital or the phone call. I'm still looking into it. I will find out something by tonight."

"Good."

"Although, I am worried."

"About what?" Jason asked.

He had been worried about it since the time he brought out Alfred's car so that he could leave. He had tried his best to search for the answer. He looked through all of Bruce's computer and paper files but he couldn't grasp the answer that he sought.

"What was Alfred doing for Bruce?"

Aliza's eyes opened to a dark room. The peace that she felt told her that she was in her room. She sat up and brought her knees to the chest. She hadn't meant to make that Mr. Potter that scared to run and hit the wall. Nor did she mean to cause Dick and Jason to become angry with her.

She just lost control.

"Are you okay?"

She turned her head to her left. She could vaguely see the outline to a shadow against the wall.

"I'm better." She answered softly. "Is Alfred okay?" She asked Damian, twisting in her bed to face him.

"He's in a coma like you heard.."

"For how long?"

"Until he gets out."

"Oh...thank you for helping me earlier."

"How were you able to get into my head?"

In the darkness, their eyes connected. "I think you already know the answer." Aliza responded slowly.

"Because I didn't care that he wasn't in the hospital."

"When people become angry their ability to feel other than anger becomes weakened, even the ability to sympathize with a loved one. Wrath is a strong sin. At least, that's what my mom told me."

"I care about Alfred. He...He is the only one who tried to accept me for who I was."

"I know that you care about him. You're just angry."

Minutes of silence past. She was aware of the conflict in Damian's heart. She had sensed it a few times growing up in Azarath. It was a distinctive feeling that was hard to forget.

"I saw inside of your head." She said. "Whatever you are choosing, don't. It wouldn't end well for a lot of people."

She heard Damian take a deep breath. "It was a quick second but I saw inside your head as well. You being alive doesn't fare well for the world."

"I know but they said the same thing about my mom and the world is still here. Only God knows the true future."

"Then maybe the future that you saw in my head won't come to pass."

"Maybe," she whispered. "But my versions are never wrong."

"Whatever."

She heard him stand up and said quickly, "Don't go. I'm scared." She admitted. She had been scared since her mom left and never returned. And now that she was in a new place with new people, she felt scared and alone. Also, the fear of losing control linger inside of her heart.

Damian was the only connection that she had with what was familiar to her. Trent trusted him so she would trust him. Besides, he could help her if she lost control again. She needed him.

"Don't be afraid. Until Trent comes for you, I will protect you.

"And if he doesn't?"

"Until you died or I died, whatever comes first I would protect you."

"Okay," she said, trusting him. "Thank you."

"Get some rest. You are not a kid who needs looking after."

"Okay," she whispered softly. She didn't want him to leave but she didn't want him to take back his words either. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She heard him walk to the door and wondered if everything would be alright.

Dick balanced the tray in one hand as he knocked on the door with the other. He waited for a second and was surprised to see Damian opening it. He thought he was locked in his own room after dropping Aliza off hours ago.

He took a step back, giving Damian room to exit." How is she?" He asked.

Damian looked inside the room before turning back and answering."She will be fine."

"And you? How are you doing?" With Alfred in a coma and his father gone, it was most likely taking a toll on him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Last night's conversation about Bruce went well. Everyone seemed to be less emotional, but now that Alfred was in the hospital, he could feel the shift of emotions again.

It was understandable. Bruce was the one that bought them all together, yet it was Alfred who was the glue that held them together. For good or bad.

"Fine as always." He pushed past him. Dick didn't take it personally. He was aware of Damian's temperament.

"Let's talk tomorrow."

"I'm fine, Grayson." Damian continued to walk on.

"I wasn't talking about that." Damian paused to look at him.

"You up for it?" He watched Damian think about it for a moment before nodding. "Good. Come get me when you are ready." He offered him a smile.

Damian smirked back. "I'm always ready." He commented before continuing down the hall to his room.

Once the door closed, Dick dropped his smile. He was worried about Damian and he knew that a direct approach wouldn't work on him.

He signed and focused on the mission at hand. He walked into the dark room of Aliza and turned on the light. He immediately felt calm.

This was his second time in her room after coming to see the dimensional room for himself. Yet, from what he heard from Tim, the room was designed to relax and protect Aliza. He must say that it was doing a great job on the relaxing part.

His eyes observed the room before landing on Aliza who was sitting on her bed. His smile came forward again.

"Do you mind if I join you? I brought ice cream and candy corn."

Aliza looked up for a second. Her eyes traveled to the tray in his hand before nodding.

Dick walked over and sat down on the bed in front of her. He placed the tray in between them and handed her a spoon and a bowl.

They said a quick blessing over the food before eating in silence for a moment. The sound of metal hitting the bowl could be heard. When Aliza went to open the bag of candy corn, the sound of the wrap was added. She struggled to open it.

"Here, let me." Dick placed his bowl down and took the bag from Aliza. He opened it and handed it back to her.

'Thanks." She mumbled before, taking two candies out of the bag.

"No problem." When she placed the bag on the tray, he grabbed it and placed it on top of his ice cream. Noticing Aliza watching him curiously, he said, "Do you want to try it on your ice cream?"

She nodded and he placed a few on top of her ice cream. "Thank you."

He nodded, before saying. "About earlier-"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. " She spoke quickly. "I only wanted him to stop talking. I didn't mean to control your emotions or-"

"Aliza." He interrupted. "I'm not angry. Neither is Jason. You're not the first metahuman that we met that couldn't control their abilities and you won't be the last."

He thought about Retra and the other teen titans that came through the Tower. Compared to some of the others, what happened today was mild.

"However, it doesn't mean that you can't learn and get better at controlling them."

"I'm learning. Or, at least, I was before I left home." He watched as she bit her bottom lip and stirred her melting ice cream. "I'm not that good at learning though. Most kids my age have already mastered the basics."

"It's okay." Dick placed a hand on her shoulder, causing blue eyes to meet blue eyes. "Everyone learns at a different rate. If you want to, you can continue your training here?"

She shook her head. "Even on my world, it is difficult for me to find a teacher other than my mother and the priest. I need someone to guide me through the training or...you saw what happened today. " Her eyes cast down once more.

"I see." He suspected that her abilities were unstable and powerful, which made it difficult for teachers to handle. Yet, it seemed like she never was informed of this for a reason.

"If you can't train to use your powers, then is there a way to help control it?" He asked.

She looked up at him and said, "Meditation. It helps me stay calm, focus, and prevents incidents like today from happening."

He smiled. "I know a thing or two about meditating. We can meditate together."

She observed him for a moment. "I would like that. Mom and I would meditate together. It is hard to clear my mind for a long period of time but seeing her meditate beside me helps."

"Great then we can meditate tomorrow if you like."

"Um.."

"What's wrong?"

"I have to meditate for at least three hours. Most people can't meditate that long. Even the priest that teaches me falls asleep sometimes."

He chuckled. "I think that I can do three hours of meditation without falling asleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. My- an old friend and I would sometimes meditate together. Sometimes for three hours."

"You miss her." Aliza said as a comment, not a question.

"It's complicated."

She shook her head. "What you feel for Barbara is complicated. What you feel for your friend is simple."

"What do I feel for her?" He was curious to hear what Aliza had to say. He could name a hundred emotions when he thought about Raven, and only five of them were positive.

"Longing, anger, worry, and love. Although, it is mostly longing."

He stared at her for a moment. He truly believed what Jason said in the car earlier. 'She was wrong.'

Nevertheless, he didn't comment. Instead, he said, "I think we need some more ice cream." They looked down at the melted ice cream in their bowl.

"It's okay. I like when my ice cream gets soggy."

He watched in dismay as she placed the spoon on the tray and brought the ice cream to her lips. She drank the ice cream and ate the candy that was in the bowl. Seeing her eating soggy ice cream was like watching Starfire drink mustard. It was weird but he accepted it.

She chuckled. "You sound like my uncle. He said the same thing." She placed the bowl back on the tray and poured a few candy corn into her hands to eat.

"Is that so?" He hadn't realized he had spoken at loud.

"He makes the same face as you did when I eat soggy ice cream."

"Sounds like me and your uncle have a lot in common. Maybe we can meet sometimes." He commented, hoping she would talk more about her family.

"I doubt it. He and g- Bruce had a lot in common, I think, but they hate each other. They would only pretend to be nice when I or my mom were in the same room but we both knew the truth. "

He nodded before asking. "What kind of person is your mother?"

"Umm..." She grabbed some more candy with a complex look on her face. "Weird but hope. She would get up each morning and watch the sunrise even though she wasn't a morning person. She said. 'The sunrise was the promise of a new day.-"

Anything's possible"

"How do you know those words?"

"Those are the words of my favorite cartoon growing up. Apparently, your mom watched the same cartoon. She must be an amazing person if she watched it.

"She is."

Hours Ago

Duke hung up the payphone at the gas station after wiping it off. He felt bad for Alfred.

He had been kind to him since he met him and it was his fault that he was sick. He hoped that his family in Gotham would be able to help him. At the very least, spend time with him if he wasn't going to make it.

With a heavy heart, he trudged to the Bentley Arnage that he had commandeered.

He was about to get into the car when he heard a siren and saw red groaned and waited for the officer to pull up beside him, as he adjusted his mask on his face.

"Hey, kid. I need to talk with you for a moment."

"Yes, officer." He watched as the officer and his partner got out of the car. One with his hand on his gun.

"We got a call about a stolen vehicle. Do you know anything about that?" The older officer asked.

Duke's eyes traveled to the window of the gas station to see the white cashier peeking out of the window. She was the one earlier who had been asking him questions about the car when he went to pay for gas.

"No, I don't." His eyes shifted back to officers. The younger one was reading the license plate number as the older officer walked closer.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"How old are you, boy?"

"Eighteen." He lied.

"This is a nice car for an eighteen-year-old. Do you mind if I look?"

"Sure be my guess." Duke moved from the door to next to the hood of the car, unlocking the car with a button.

The officer observed him for a moment as his partner opened the door to the back seat. "Are you carrying any guns or drugs on you?"

"No."

"Any other weapons such as a knife?"

"No."

"What about in the car?"

Duke's eye lit up for a second as he scanned the car. There were no drugs in there; however, there were plenty of weapons. Weapons that the officers wouldn't find from a simple search.

"No, there isn't anything in the car. Just my license and registration in the glove compartment. Oh and a really good book." Duke watched the younger one close the back door and open the passenger door. He scanned the front seat before flipping through the book that he stole and opening the glove compartment. He pulled out a wallet and registration papers.

"Most people carry their wallet on them." The older officer said.

"My father suffered from wallet neuritis. I learned not to keep my wallet on me especially when I'm driving." Duke watched as the younger officer headed back to the patrol car with his information.

"How long have you had the car?" The older one questioned, grabbing Duke's attention.

"Just got it."

"Where are you going?"

"Either home or to see a friend. I hadn't decided yet." He didn't know if he should head to Jump City to see if No Man could and would offer him protection or go back to Gotham where Alfred risked his life to take him.

"Umm, we'll see." They were quiet until his partner returned.

"Duke Pennyworth?" The younger officer asked.

"Yes," Duke answered.

"Pull down your mask so that I can see your face."

Duke did as he said. The younger officer held up his id and compared his face with the picture along with the other officer. After a moment, he lowered the id and whispered in the other officer's ear

When he was finished, the older officer regarded him for a moment before saying. "It looks like you are free to go, Duke Pennyworth."

Duke took his wallet and registration for the younger officer. "Pennyworth. That's an unusual name."

Duke read in between his words but made no comments. He stood there waiting for the officers to move from the car door.

When he didn't say anything, the police continued. "I suggest that you get home before curfew."

Duke nodded and the officers stepped away from the car and headed back to their car. "Oh, officers," Duke called out as he opened the door to the car." The officers turned around and looked at him. "I hope that you find your car thief."

The older officer's eyes narrowed. "You just make sure you get home before curfew. Don't let me catch you out."

Duke climbed into the car, closed the door, and started the car. He didn't know if he should be thankful to Alfred or Bruce for creating the fake documentation. Whoever it was who had the foresight to do so he was grateful towards them.

As he buckled up, he looked at the road ahead of him wondering what path he should take.

A/N: For those of you who don't know: Julia is Alfred's and Mademoiselle Marie's daughter in the comics. She also appeared in Batwoman the show.