Chapter 3
Warmth. That was the last sensation she had felt, and she was feeling it again. She could feel it on her face and body. It practically engulfed her. Not yet... she thought to herself. Not yet. I'm not ready to wake up... There's no point... mom isn't there to greet me and neither is dad... there is no point...
There was someone with her, someone near her. Who, she wasn't sure, and at that moment in time, she didn't care. I'm not waking up yet...
"Ms. Martin...?" she heard a voice say. It was a man. He sounded really familiar, but she couldn't place where. "Ms. Martin?" the voice continued, "I need you to wake up," it said serenely.
The voice was as warm as whatever was around her. She wanted to trust it; it sounded so gentle... Slowly, her eyes opened. She was in a cream and white room, in a bed. There was sunlight on her face and she was wrapped in the sheets of the bed. Next to her bed sat a man, no doubt the one the voice belonged to.
He was wearing a white button-up shirt and a black tie that looked loose, apparently he just got back from some sort of meeting. He had dark brown hair, almost black, a handsome face and beautiful gray eyes. His eyes... she thought, looking into them, I've seen them before... But where
"Ms. Martin, I'm glad to see you're awake," he said, with a small smile. But she didn't say anything. There was no point.
"Ms. Martin, I would like to introduce myself, I'm Bruce Wayne."
She just nodded.
He took in a breath and exhaled. "I want to explain the current situation for you. I found out about your parents, and I'm extremely sorry that you lost them."
"Now, I know that you have no other family but your parents, and in your situation, I didn't think you could have handled being sent to a foster home or orphanage. So, I'm going to do something for you until you can find your feet again. I'm going to let you stay here in my home and do anything you want as long as it isn't going against the house rules that you will learn when you are ready. For now, I want you to sleep and relax. Now, I must go to another meeting, but if you need anything my butler, Alfred, will be pleased to help you."
He then reached out and took her hand, giving it a comforting little squeeze. "Take care, Ms. Martin." With that, he stood and left her room.
She then looked out her window. The sky was blue, hardly a cloud in the sky. Why does a man like Bruce Wayne care what happens to me? She thought, perplexed by what he had just told her. And why did he care about my parents? How did he know? He sounded so sincere about it... I want to talk to him again... there is something about him I know... I have to talk to him...
And with that last thought, she drifted off again with teary eyes.