Disclaimer: I don't own "Batman Begins"

Monday came around. That only meant one thing: School. Over the weekend, Bruce had enrolled me in Gotham City Private. That was the same school my mother went to when she was my age. I had to wear a uniform of course. For girls, I had to wear a white blouse underneath a green plaid vest with a matching skirt. Complete with white stockings and black buckled shoes. I couldn't tell if I was nervous or not. Maybe it won't be so bad. You get to start over, make new friends. Only problem was that my cousins went to the same school. One cousin was in the same grade as me: Josh Mason, Uncle Edgar's son. Now, I don't want to go. Alfred drove me and Bruce to the school, and Bruce went with me. He said he had to talk to the principal first. As we sat on the bench outside the front office, I noticed a lot of things the students had. A couple of girls were talking about going to a movie premiere. Boys were talking about a video game that wasn't even out in stores yet. I had none of these things. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a young woman in her late 30's.

"Mr. Wayne," she said. "I'm Katherine Rose, Headmistress here at Gotham City Private,"

"Pleasure," Bruce shook her hand. "This is my goddaughter, Sarah,"

"Sarah, it's wonderful to finally meet you,"

I shoook Mrs. Rose's hand

"Mr. Wayne," Mrs. Rose started. "I'd like a few words with you in my office. Sarah, can you wait for just a few minutes?"

I nodded and sat down on the bench as Bruce and Mrs. Rose went into the office. The bell had rung and all the students went to their classes. Then a wonderful sound filled the halls. Silence. It helped me focus on things. In this case, my imagination. I closed my eyes, waiting for a picture in my head...A park came into view. With swings, and slides, and jungle gyms...then my parents came. We were having a great time, until I heard a voice.

"Hey scummy," I heard my cousin, Josh Mason.

Reader's POV:

Mrs. Rose had Bruce sit down in a chair in front of her desk as she took out a file that looked like Sarah's permanent record.

"Mr. Wayne," she started. "As you know, Gotham City Private is one of the most prestigous schools in the city. We have students from wealthy families, and Europe as well. Sarah's education is our first and foremost top priority. But I am concerned of how she will fit in with the rest of her classmates,"

"What are your concerns?" Bruce asked.

"Social life effects education, Mr. Wayne. If you have many friends, grades can go up or go down. Now, Sarah's grades are very good. Some A's and B's here and there. But our students look at others of how wealthy they are and where they come from. It seems that her cousin has told his classmates that she came from the Narrows. We had a student a few years ago who came from the Narrows district, and it didn't go so well with him. Students found out where he came from, and shunned him from various social activities. I'm not saying your goddaughter shouldn't go to this school. I'm just concerned of her well being,"

"As am I, Mrs. Rose. Sarah suffered the loss of her parents last week, and she hasn't spoken a word. Until she has decided to speak, I want her to feel as comfortable as possible. I want her to have the best education provided for her,"

"...Then you came to the right place,"

Sarah's POV:

"What are you doing here, Scummy?" Josh asked me.

I ignored him. Mom and Dad always said the best thing for something to go away was to not respond it. To help, I took out my book and started reading. But I only read two words when Josh slapped the book out of my hands.

"I'm talking to you,"

I didn't say anything as I picked up my book. Josh laughed a bit.

"Dad said you won't say anything," he sneered. "Says you think it'll probably bring your parents back,"

I tried to concentrate on reading my book, but some part of me wanted to hear what he wanted to say.

"They're never coming back," he continued. "They're six feet under, rotting. And guess what? They never liked you anyway...No one likes you. And they never will,"

"JOSH!"

I looked up to find that Mrs. Rose and Bruce had come out of the office.

"Why aren't you in class?" Mrs. Rose asked.

Josh started to stutter.

"I--I was, um--" he said.

"Go,"

Giving one last glare at me, Josh scattered. I watched him leave as I put my book away.

"Well," Mrs. Rose started. "We have her schedule, so you can leave her for now with us, Mr. Wayne,"

"If you need to contact me, I'll be at Wayne Enterprises," Bruce said.

Bruce gave me a smile, and walked away. A pit in my stomach started to grow as I walked with Mrs. Rose to my first class. I had gotten use to having him around. It was nice to have someone who knew what I was going through. Now it felt like he was feeding me to the dogs. My classes were fine. But I kept getting glances and hearing people talk about me. Despreatly, I wanted them to stop. Except, my opinion didn't matter here. Here, I was the prisoner, wrongfully, and they were the judge and the jury. Whatever sentance they would give me, I would have to face alone. Hours later, lunch came around. It didn't seem that satisfying. Neither did the company. I decided to sit with a bunch of girls that I didn't know. But as I set my tray down, they looked at me as if I was doing something stupid. Apparently I was. Sitting with them would only draw attention to my prescene. Attention that nobody would want. They knew where I came from, and didn't want me to join. I had second thoughts and left them. Now that I had done so, I didn't feel so hungry. I turned in my tray, and went outside to wait for the second half of school to start. I forgot my book, so I couldn't plunge myself into other worlds. As girls jump-roped and hopped scotch, I noticed the fence. It was a wire fence that let you see the other side. I entwined my fingers onto it. This fence was my prison bars. And there was no way I could escape it.

"Hey! Josh! Give it back!" I heard a small voice.

I looked behind me, and I saw Josh with his friends, picking on a boy who appeared to be in the 2nd grade. Instantly, I became somewhat angered, as Josh held a comic book by its pages, taunting the little boy. Why does he prey on those smaller than him? Why does he do the things he did? The next thing I knew, I was walking toward them. My mind shouted at me to go back, but I couldn't. I snatched the comic book out of Josh's hands, and gave it to the little boy. He gave me a toothy grin, which warmed my heart as he scurried away. But as I turned back, I had seen that Josh's face had turned beet red. I had ruined his fun, and I was going to pay.

"Think you're brave, huh, scummy?" Josh asked as he pushed me.

I almost fell ackward as the other kids looked at what was happening. Actually, I was the opposite of brave. I was scared. Always. Josh never had the pleasure of experiencing the world I grew up in. I tried to walk away but Josh grabbed my arm, turned me around, and punched me square in the nose. Stumbling backwards, I held it, which was now gushing blood. Onlookers snickered and some laughed at my pain. I did nothing, but try to walk away again, except Josh wasn't finished. I felt a tug, and the sound of metal crashing on the ground rung in my ears. My hands reached my neck, and I felt that the golden locket my parents gave me was gone. Looking around, I saw it on the ground, broken in half. Josh found one more thing to hurt me. I couldn't believe it. My favorite thing in the world had been lost. Broken. I heard the principal come out and order people to go back inside as I picked up the broken pieces. I dared not make a move. Everything in the world seemed to have stopped. I couldn't hear the sound of my heart, but I could tell it was still beating, for I was breathing out silent sobs as tears streamed from my eyes. The principal helped me up, and led me to her office. She gave me a cloth to put on my nose, and a few minutes later, I heard her call Bruce and ask if he could come take me home. Relief filled some of my emotional state, but my mind still thought of the broken locket that I gripped in my hand. My parents pictures were in that locket. It was all I had left of their faces. But my mothers family seemed to want to take that away from me. I heard the door open a half hour later, and Bruce walked in, immedietly taking notice of my situation.

"What happened?" he asked.

I simply opened my hand to reveal the broken heart necklace. I closed my bloodshot eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. Bruce sat on the bench with me, and held my head against his shoulder as I cried silent sobs. Mrs. Rose came out of her office.

"Mr. Wayne," she said. "I'm sorry to pull you out of work sir, but we felt you should be informed of this,"

"It's fine," Bruce said softly.

For the next few minutes I listened to their conversation. Apparently, the little boy I helped out returned the debt I never asked for. He knew I would be in trouble and had told the principal. To this day, I am grateful for the little boy. I had stopped crying by the time they reached the end. Bruce's expensive suit was wet with tears and I think a bloodstain was on it from my nose on his shoulder. He didn't seem to care about that. The deal was I could go home and I could come back to school whenever I felt like it. It seemed like a pretty good idea to me. Bruce took me home, where I just stared out the window, with no sign of emotion beside sadness on my face. I raced upstairs going two at a time, or as far as my buckled shoes could take me. I closed the door behind me, and looked at the locket. Letting out a frustated sigh I threw it on my dresser, and fell on my bed, burying my face in my pillow. Slowly, memories started to form in my head. One particular one was when my mother was tucking me safely in bed, singing.

(A/N: I don't own "Baby Mine")

Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. Alfred persuaded me many times to come to dinner, but at his last attempt, Bruce suggested I'd be better left alone. I had to admit, he was right. I changed into my nightgown and climbed into bed. This time I didn't read books. I looked at my broken locket.

Little one, when you play, don't you mind what they say. That those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, bay of mine.

Sleep had not come to me yet. It was near 11:30 when I decided what to do. Creeping out of ed, I tiptoed across the halls with my necklace in hand. It was dark. As you know, I was afraid of the dark, so I took a flashlight I had under my bed. I figured Alfred and Bruce were asleep. Going through the garage, I walked to the garden. My secret garden.

If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All the same people who scold you...What'd they give just for the right to hold you.

In an unkept section of the garden there was a well in the corner. There didn't seem to be any water inside it, though. But I didn't care. Carefully, I took out the locket, looking at its gold shine from the broken pieces. Without hesitatin, I dropped it in the well of lost hearts. The locket was now worthless. As was I.

From your head, down to your toes. Though that much, goodness no. That you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine

My parents are gone. Josh was right. They were never coming back. Every moment I had with them was taken from me. Every memory of them vanished before my eyes. I could cry all I want, but it would never bring them back. Sitting beside the well, I rested my head on it. Starting to dream, my eyes dropped heavily, until they were closed and within seconds, I was asleep, with the stars and moon watching over me.

(A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Sarah's gonna start talking soon, but in a few chapters later. So, keep looking back to hear her speak in a future chapter)