A/N: Second chapterrrr! I'm so excited by the amount of response I've already received for this story! I hope I can continue to make ya'll happy and reading! I'm really working to try and keep my character from going Mary Sue but if she starts drifting that way, please let me know! There's nothing I hate more than Mary Sues!

As always, I own nothing recognizable I'm just borrowing the ideas for a while!

Two: New

I don't know how long I sit in Alfred's arms sobbing while he soothes me. All I know is the next time I'm aware of the room around me we're alone. Alfred has moved so he's sitting on the bed with me by this point, my small body pressed firmly into his chest as I practically sit in his lap. Under normal circumstances, I would probably feel embarrassed but at the moment I can't seem to feel much of anything.

My whole life is gone. My family is gone. Technically, I'm dead. But instead of finding my way to some form of afterlife, I would up in Gotham with Batman and Robin. I loved them and their story, don't get me wrong, I just never thought I'd be living in it while my family buried my body in an alternate world.

"Are you feeling better now, Miss Pierce?" Alfred's gentle voice asks from above me.

His arms are still around me and my head rests just under his chin. Neither one of us seems to be in any rush to move. Reluctantly though, I pull away and settle onto the bed again, wiping away my tears as best I can. Alfred holds out a small handkerchief and I give him a watery smile before wiping my face. I take longer than necessary to answer, trying to make sure I won't burst into tears again immediately, "I am, thank you. I'm sorry for being such a baby about this. I promise I'm not usually this much of a crier."

Alfred smiles warmly, "I believe anyone in your current position would have reacted the same way. There's nothing wrong with feeling sad."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he stands from the bed now, brushing hands over his suit, "Now then, Master Wayne has requested you be brought into the manor and given a change of clothes for the night. In the morning, we are to put together something of a wardrobe for you. You will be needing proper clothing if you are going to be living here."

I blink, "Wait, what?"

Alfred's smiles takes on an amused edge, "Master Wayne advised you are to stay with us. You can't stay on the streets, not when you don't know them, and the Master is not fond of the foster care system. Of course, if you would like to return to your foster home you are more than welcome to do so."

I wrinkle my nose, "I don't remember my foster home but it doesn't sound very appealing if I ran away from it before."

Alfred nods and squeezes my shoulder gently, "Very good. Come on then, let's get you some new clothes and settle you into bed for the night, hm?"

I nod with a small smile, "That sounds nice."

Alfred stands and I follow him around the curtain and freeze. Holy. Crap. Sitting in front of me, looking intimidating and fast, is the Batmobile. I move toward it slowly, taking in ever sharp angle and sleek curve that makes up the vehicle. Seeing it on TV and seeing it in real life are two very different things. The Batmobile is gorgeous. I'm itching to run my hands over her hood, to feel the vibrations when the engine is one, to fly down the street in her seats. God, I can only imagine how amazing that must be.

"She is quite a machine," Alfred says from behind me, amusement coloring his tone.

I nod mutely, unable to drag my eyes away.

"There will be plenty of time to admire the Batmobile later, I promise. Come along now."

It take me a moment but eventually I reluctantly move away from the car and follow after Alfred.

We wind up and around staircases, different platforms stretching out on either side of us as we go. At one point we pass by a gym and I know immediately what's behind those doors. The gymnastic equipment Bruce bought specifically for Dick. And then there's the Batcomputer, taking up and entire wall with multiple bright computer screens. The cases with the uniforms. Robin's R-cycle. So many amazing things I never thought I would get to see in real life. I can't wait to really explore the cave.

We make it to the elevator and Alfred motions me inside first. The elevator is small, clean and fast. Before I can even comprehend our sudden ascent we're on the main floor of the manor. The doors slide open and I step into the library of Wayne Manor. Oh man, I'm going to have to explore everything in here too. There's just so much of this new world to take in.

We wind through rooms and up stairways and soon I'm so turned around I have no idea how to get back to the library and the cave entrance. I don't think I would even be able to find the kitchen after that walk. I know we passed through it at some point and I'm pretty sure I saw the front door somewhere in there too. Dear lord, this place was bigger than most schools. How did any of them manage to find their way around?

"I'm going to need a map," I say as Alfred opens another door and motions me inside.

He chuckles, "I'm sure Master Richard will be more than willing to help you find your way around. His room is two doors down from yours."

I step into the bedroom and once again I'm shocked by the sheer size of it. This bedroom is probably the size of my mother's living room. A giant bed takes up the far wall, a beautiful and very comfortable looking blue comforter draped over the mattress with matching pillows. Navy curtains hang on either side of a massive window with bookcases built into the walls on either side. There's a desk to the right, made of perfectly polished wood and a matching dresser pressed against the wall in front of me. A door leads into what I assume is a closet on the same wall as the bed. All in all, it's one of the most beautiful rooms I have ever seen.

"This is my room?" I ask, completely shocked such a huge room could be mine.

Alfred nods, "Yes. Is it to your taste?"

I nod, "I think it's the biggest bedroom I've ever seen."

"I believe that is the same thing Master Richard said when I showed him his room for the first time as well."

"I can imagine. Nothing can really prepare you for living in a freaking mansion."

"I concur. If you'll wait here, I will go fetch some clothes for you," At that, Alfred turns and heads further down the hall.

I hear a soft knock and a door opens. There's a murmur of voices but I can't make out what they're saying so I turn my attention back to the room…my room.

I walk toward the bed, brushing my hand over the plush comforter. I can tell it's expensive just by the way it feels. I could never afford such nice things before. While my family wasn't poor we weren't exactly rich either. We managed. That's what my mother would always say. The thought of her sends a sharp pang through my chest. She would love to see this.

I blink rapidly as more tears build in my eyes, refusing to cry again tonight. I have to accept this new life. I'm not the same girl I was when I woke up this morning. I don't technically have parents in this world. I'm an orphan. Just like Bruce. Just like Dick.

There's a soft knock and I turn to see Alfred standing in the doorway with a small pile of clothes, "I hope these fit. They're Master Richard's so they may be a little large but it's only until tomorrow when we go shopping. Master Bruce has already been in contact with child services and they have agreed to allow you to stay here until a more permanent solution can be found."

"Does that mean I'll have to leave at some point?"

"If Master Bruce has his way, no. You're not from here which is a problem on its own but you also know their identities and you have more knowledge of the League than any civilian should. It would not only be dangerous for them but for you as well. You will become a target if any of the League's enemies learn about you," Alfred set the clothes on the dresser and looked back over at me, "I think he also wants another young one around. Master Richard has worked wonders around here."

"I remember that. He was cold before, throwing himself into his night work more than his life. Taking risks he shouldn't. Dick…he does a lot for Bruce," I say quietly, remembering how sad and self-destructive pre-Richard Bruce was in all the comics.

"It seems you already know quite a bit about us and yet, we know almost nothing about you. We will have to change that."

I grin and duck my head a bit, "There isn't much to learn honestly."

"We shall see," he moves toward the door, apparently satisfied I'm settled for the night.

"Hey Alfred? How come Bruce is letting me stay so easily? I know he doesn't trust people."

Alfred smiles slightly, "I believe Master Richard may have had a hand in that. He seems to trust you. It doesn't hurt that you're not the first other-world visitor we've ever met."

I nod, "I guess that makes sense."

"Good night, Miss Pierce I shall see you in the morning," he starts to shut the door but just before it closes he glances at me one more time, "It is nice to have another face around here. This place is too big to be so empty."

The door shuts with a soft click, hiding my flaming cheeks and pleased smile. Maybe this wasn't home and maybe my family wasn't here but at least I wasn't completely alone either.

I changed my clothes and climbed into the oversized bed, feeling my body sink into the soft mattress. I didn't even realize how tired I was until my eyes started to fall shut, heavier than I could ever remember them being.

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There's an insistent knocking on the door the next morning and I slowly crack my eyes open. Sunlight floods into the room from the massive window and I blink rapidly a few times. I'm disoriented for a minute, forgetting where I am. This isn't my bedroom back home and it isn't one I recognize either. How did I…?

And then it all comes flooding back to me at once. The accident, dying, the cave, Batman. I think part of me still believed it was all a dream and I would wake up back home with my family. That wasn't the case though. I was lying wrapped in a thick comforter in the middle of a giant bed wearing clothes that didn't belong to me. Definitely not a dream then.

"Addilyn? You awake in there? Breakfast is ready and Alfie hates serving cold food," Dick's voice is slightly muffled by the thick wooden door but even so I can hear the amusement.

I smile slightly, I guess I could have wound up somewhere worse. Like with Joker or something.

I stretch out in the bed and sit up, raking black hair away from my face. That was going to take some getting used to. I slide off the bed and walk over to the door, opening it as another round of knocking starts up. Dick's hand is raised mid-knock. He grins when he sees me then immediately blushes and looks away, "Um…breakfast…downstairs. If you…wanna change…I can show you."

I frown, not really sure why he's being so awkward but nod anyway, "Okay, just give me a sec and I'll be ready."

He nods, still not looking at me and I close the door. There's another set of clothes on the dresser waiting for me and I grab them. I also really need a bathroom and that's when I remember I have no idea where the restroom is. I move back to the door, opening it, "Um…where's the bathroom?"

"There should be one attached to your room," he still isn't looking at me but I can see the edges of a smirk on his face.

I blink and glance around the room as I shut the door again. The only other door is the one I assumed connected to the closet. I walk over and open it, once more floored by the sheer size of the rooms in this place. There's a full walk-in closet directly across from me and to the left is a huge tub with a window over it and a shower on the other side of it. A long counter and sink takes up the entire right side of the room with a mirror dominating the wall above it. There's even a skylight set into the ceiling above the tub. The entire room is pearly white with deep blue rugs and towels that match the comforter and curtains in my bedroom. I could get used to this.

I step onto the cool tile and move quickly to the toilet off to the left. The rugs are all thick and soft, my toes automatically curling into the plush fabric.

I finish my morning business and move to the sink. That's when I get a first look at my appearance and I can suddenly understand why Dick seemed so uncomfortable.

The shirt Alfred gave me, which started out sitting correctly on my shoulders, is now off center and hanging completely off my left shoulder, showing a lot of skin. I knew the shirt was big on me but not that big. Even though he's only fourteen, he is still a boy. I probably shouldn't find it as amusing as I do but I can't really help myself. For as long as I can remember I've had the biggest crush on Richard Grayson and today I made him blush. I drag my hair up and twist it into a knot on the top of my head. I don't have any hair ties but thankfully, my hair is actually long enough to tie up on its own.

I strip out of the night clothes and quickly pull on the plain black t-shirt and basketball shorts Alfred left for today. These fit a little bit better than the others and I'm pretty sure I won't have to worry about accidentally showing too much skin again. I briefly wonder what I'm supposed to do about shoes but I'm sure with Alfred being Alfred he's already figured that out too.

When I open the door to the hall again Dick is leaning against the opposite wall. He's in a green sweatshirt and black pants with black shoes. His usual civilian attire minus the sunglasses. His bright blue eyes meet mine and he grins, "You look a little more presentable now. Glad the clothes fit at least."

There's a small blush in his cheeks still and he won't look directly at me for long, but I think fully covering myself helped. I imagine it has to be a little weird too, these are his clothes after all and he doesn't really even know who I am.

"So, you were sixteen in your world?" Dick asks after we walk in silence for a minute. His hands are shoved in his pockets and he's still not really looking at me at all.

I nod, "Yep. I turned sixteen about a month before my…accident. Got my license and everything. My parents surprised me with a car even. It was a pretty awesome birthday."

"Sounds like it. What kind of car did you get?"

"It was an old four door. Nothing too fancy but it was mine and I know my parents saved forever to be able to afford it."

Dick's face breaks into a soft, genuine smile, "Sounds like it was kind of perfect."

"It was. Of course, it was only a month before my accident and my death so I didn't really get to enjoy it that much."

Dick's face falls and I instantly regret my choice of words. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye, "I know how hard it is to lose your parents. It might not be in the same way but you still lost them. If you need to talk at all just let me know. I remember what it was like at the beginning."

"Thank you."

Dick nods and we lapse back into a comfortable silence.

Alfred is setting out the last of the food as we walk into the kitchen. There's a small breakfast nook in the corner with a shining wood table covered in food. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, fruit. It all looks amazing too and the smell. My mouth is watering already and I can't wait to dig in. Alfred's cooking skills are legendary and now I get to taste something he cooked.

Dick slides into a seat, reaching for some pancakes as he does. Alfred clears his throat delicately, "Perhaps we should allow our guest to have first choice, Master Richard?"

Dick turns bright red and drops the pancake back onto the main plate. I slide into my own seat with a small laugh, "It's fine, really. I don't usually eat much."

Dick grins and goes back to piling his plate up with a little bit of everything. I wait a moment before scooping some strawberries, eggs, and two pancakes onto my plate. I grab a couple pieces of bacon as well. I know I probably won't be able to eat all of the food on my plate but it all looks so good and I can't help myself.

"Once you have both we finished we can head to the store. Master Bruce left strict instructions to find Miss Pierce suitable clothing before we did anything else. I believe he wants to make sure you're presentable when child services comes later today. He will be back early so he can be here when they arrive," Alfred says as he starts cleaning pots and pans in the kitchen.

I nod around a mouthful of food, reminding myself of the manners my mother always drilled into me.

"Did he mention anything about our activities for tonight?" Dick asks between bites.

"Nothing in particular but I do believe he wants to assess Miss Pierce's skills. You will need to know basic self-defense," he glances at me at the last part, "Even without a superhero identity you are still Bruce Wayne's charge and once that becomes public knowledge it paints a target on you back."

"I figured as much," I pause, "Do you think he'll let me take on a superhero identity? I know I'm new, and he probably doesn't trust me, but I could be useful. I…know things. Things that are going to happen."

Dick stops eating and stares at me, "Like the future?"

I shrug, "Kind of. I mean, there's no telling how much everything will change now that I'm here but like I said, you're a TV show in my world. When I died, the timeline was much further along than this. You were already seventeen."

"I bet I'm a total ladykiller when I'm older, huh?" he waggles his eyebrows at me and I snort.

"I think you need to spend less time with Wally."

He cackles, "Well, I definitely wouldn't mind having you on the Team once you've had some training. Bruce will take some convincing but I bet we could do it. It's a good thing J'onn wasn't off world last night otherwise you'd probably still be downstairs in a holding cell. Having a Martian read your mind and clear you is definitely useful."

"Still, isn't it weird? I mean, I feel like this has all been way too easy so far."

"I believe Master Richard is correct. Mister J'onzz is a very powerful telepath and even the strongest of minds cannot keep secrets from him. If you were truly hiding any sort of ill will he would have found it. As I said last night, you aren't the first visitor we've had from another world. And I'm sure you won't be the last," he takes Dick's empty plate and returns to the sink, "As for joining the Team, I think it would be a splendid idea. You could be very useful and it is a good outlet. You had siblings before and while the Team is not related biologically they are very close. It would be good, I think, for you to be surrounded by such camaraderie."

"Plus, Wally will be so jealous he didn't meet you first."

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Once I've finished eating and all the dishes are cleared away Alfred manages to scrounge up a pair of tennis shoes that are just barely too big and we head for the garage. I really shouldn't be surprised when Alfred grabs the keys to a sleek Rolls Royce but somehow, I am. I'm just not used to money and the amount in this garage alone is ridiculous. Aside from the Royce I can count at least five other cars under protective tarps and another sleek, black sedan in the garage.

Alfred opens the back door and Dick slides in. I follow right after him and soon we're making our way out of the garage and around the main drive of the manor. The place looks even bigger from the outside and I'm transfixed as we roll down the smooth stone drive. I live there. Wow.

"It takes some getting used to, calling the manor home but eventually it'll start to feel that way," Dick's voice is soft beside me as he looks out his own window.

I glance over at him and wonder what it must have been like for him. He was nine when Bruce brought him here for the first time after spending a few months in Juvie and a few more with a Catholic Orphanage. I can only imagine how magnificent this place must have seemed them. And how lonely. He came from a circus where everyone knew everyone and they were all family. To come here, with a Bruce who still wasn't sure what to do with him and Alfred trying to make the place feel welcoming must have been difficult.

"What was it like? When you first came here? I mean, I've read about it and I've seen a ton of different portrayals of that part of your life but they don't really go in depth about your feelings," I'm hesitant to ask, knowing it's probably personal, but I'm also dying to know. I'm wondering if the aching loneliness I'm feeling is normal, if he felt it too.

He sighs and turns toward me now, shrugging his shoulders, "It was…different. Alfred was great of course, he did everything he could to make me feel welcome but Bruce was distant. I think at first, he only took me in out of pity and because he saw a little bit of himself in me. He didn't really talk to me much and for a long time it was like only Alfred and I lived in the manor at all. I was lonely a lot. And I mean, lonely. I was used to warmth and laughter and people but suddenly it was just me and Alfie. It wasn't until I found out Bruce was Batman that things started getting better. We spent time together, he trained me and soon we were closer than I thought possible. He's been like a father to me and now I can't imagine life without him."

"The loneliness, it's normal then?"

He chuckles and nods, "Oh yeah. Hopefully it'll be easier for you though. I'll help where I can and if Bruce can be convinced I think Alfred's right about the Team being helpful too."

"Thank you, again. You have no reason really to let me in like this and yet here we are. Bruce is taking me in and you're being so nice and Alfred is like a mother hen, making sure I'm okay and I'm eating. It's more than I could have hoped for, that's for sure."

"We are very happy to have you, Miss Addilyn," Alfred says from the front, catching my eye in the rearview mirror.

"Definitely. It'll be nice to have someone around to help me prank all the stupid socialites at Bruce's lame fundraisers."

I laugh, "I'm definitely looking forward to that."

Well? Let me know what you think! I'm trying to form a bond between Addilyn and Richard without it seeming too rushed but in my mind, they would hit it off pretty quickly. She may be a couple years older mentally but this is definitely all new to her so he's kind of her guide!

Like I said before, reviews are always welcome!

Until next time,

Mercy