Okay, I made this really straight forward. There is a lot of plot to get to, so I didn't become too descriptive with everything. I promise the next chapter will be better. Promise!

I carried my own bags to my room, voluntarily. I figured I just kept telling myself why I was here. Publicity stunt. The words were imprinted into my mind. Just a thing for publicity. He wasn't about to find me the most interesting child in the world and adopt me for the next 3 years.

Alfred, Bruce had introduced me to the butler in the car, took me too my room, and then I had asked him to let me put away my own things. It was a nice room, very comfy bed, were the blanket was as stuffed as the pillows. It was made of some amazing soft material, maybe silk, but I'm not sure, and it smelled amazing too. I just wanted to lay there, and sniff it al day long. But I denied myself and went over to a nice wooden dresser. I opened one of it's large drawers and put in my clothes, to the left, and the luggage case on the right.

There were three knocks, and I turned and opened the door. Alfred stood there holding a tray of a sandwich, sliced apples, juice, and some brown thing to the side.

"Would you like some lunch, Miss Melody?"

"Um, sure. I mean, yes please." I figured that I needed to be all proper and what not.

"Would you like to eat in here?" He asked me, and I nodded no.

"Can I eat in the kitchen?" I must've sounded so stupid, because everyone knows kitchens are for cooking and dinning rooms are eating. Oh well, I'd already asked.

"Certainly." Alfred turned and walked to the kitchen, and I followed.

The kitchen was huge, and shiny. Like the latest technology or something. Everything was metal, and to the side was a long counter, with stools. Alfred set down the tray on that counter, and told me he had 'other matters he must attend to.' And that I should feel free to roam and explore the house.

I ate the meal and thought about all the things that might be in this place. As soon as I finished, I realized I didn't know what to do with my plate. Was I to clean it, leave it, and find Alfred?

"I'll take this, if you're finished?" Alfred was back, and a little scary. I nodded and he took the tray away.

"I'm going exploring. Is there anywhere I'm not aloud?"

"On the second floor, the first two doors on the left, before your room, are Master Wayne's and my selves." He said simply. I nodded and went off.

All the rooms are full of their own thing, and quite a few guest rooms. But that wasn't all the fun. The fun was after. You see, I'm into physics, and I usually experiment using myself. Today, I jumped from the third floor to the chandelier, and at least tried to land on my feet. But instead I ended up doing something much, much better. I knocked down a door.

Now, I know what your thinking. Knocking down a door isn't a good thing. But in this case it was. It really was. It was the bat cave. And I've compiled three reasons on why it might be there. Number A, Bruce Wayne is the Batman. Number B, This was Batman's house until Bruce bought it from him, or number C, Bruce is a fanatic. I'm going to list Number B as the least likely, because Batman is still at large.

Shortly after I walked I'd arisen from my fall, Alfred came. I guess at first he was trying to pretend the Batmobile was a part of everyone's home. It wasn't unusual at all.

"Well, I see you've stumbled into the garage. We like to keep the door locked so the cars are safe."

"That's a Batmobile."

"Yes, Master Wayne likes to have variety."

"I don't see any other cars."

"Hmm, perhaps they were stolen, I shall contact the police."

"Where would you park the other cars? Everything seems to be taking up too much space." I walked over to one of the things and began to press buttons. A map of Gothom appeared and in the corner, and then 10 dots appeared in certain spots.

"That must be were the cars are." Alfred was now behind me, watching carefully.

"We should leave the garage, so not to disturb any evidence." Alfred turned the computer off.

"Look, I don't know why you even try." I pointed to behind Alfred, where Batman's costume was.

"Aw, yes, Master Wayne does like to dress up." I rolled my eyes, and walked towards the stairs. Why didn't Alfred just admit it? Bruce had to be Batman. And I would find out.