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The wind rustled outside my window loudly, when I woke up. It was the middle of the night, when I looked at my clock. Nearly 11:30. Usually, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I believe there is a reason. But what was it? I finally decided that it was nothing, and tried to go back to sleep. But then, something tapped against my window. My head shot up to see what it was, but it was nothing. Nothing was there. Again, I tried to sleep, but the tap sounded again, and my instincts started to grow sharp. Furrowing my eyebrows, I put on my slip on shoes, and grabbed a jacket. My window had a balcony outside, so I climbed out of it with careful footwork. It was pretty windy outside, so I bundled up. What was I doing out here? I shouldn't be out here. Remember last time? But as I turned back to go to bed, I saw my father's camera in front of my face. Dazed a little bit, I took it in my hands. It wasn't there when I walked out, and the last time I saw it, it was broken. How did it get here? My answer came. As I looked around to see if anybody was there, I caught a glimpse of a flapping piece of black cloth. Putting the camera around my neck, I sort of climbed bravely on the balcony, and climbed up to the roof. When I finally got up there, I saw Batman standing by the ledge looking down on the ground. Slowly, I walked toward him. Questions filled my head. He actually remembered me? Why was he staying here? As I neared two feet from him, he spoke.

"Don't move," he said in that raspy voice.

I gasped a little, but I kept still as a statue. He turned around, and I could see his face again. This time, I was not afraid of him. He didn't have that look in his eye. He circled me, though, like a wolf trapping it's prey. And yet, I didn't feel like the prey this time.

"At the docks," he started. "...Who did you see?"

"...Um..." I said in a nervous voice. "...Falcone and Flass,"

"What did they do?"

"...The only time I saw them was when Falcone ordered his men to kill me, and Flass telling him my name...Then you came along...Why?"

Batman didn't answer. Instead, he asked another question.

"Do you remember anything you filmed in the truck you were in?" he asked.

I snapped a look at him.

"You saw my camera?" I asked. "Why?"

"You had a reason for being out there , and I wanted to know why," Batman simply said.

"But that's invasion of privacy! And you know why I went out there. My parents died investigating something about Falcone. I just wanted to finish the job without getting hurt. That's all. I swear!"

Batman looked at me with that same look. I was growing scared again. Was I in trouble or something? I didn't want to be. I didn't know what I did wrong, if I did anything of the sort. He moved to put a hand on my shoulder, but I was brave enough to take a step back. Even though I should be thanking him, I was still a little bit nervous to be around him. He was wearing a mask...Need I say more?

"I know you didn't do anything wrong," he said to me. "...But I need to know where the rabbits went to,"

"The rabbits?" I asked. "...Why?"

"I don't know yet. That is why I came to you,"

"...I don't remember. After that night, things started to go a bit jumbled,"

The Batman just stared at me. After a few seconds he moved to jump off the roof, but something told me to stop him.

"Wait," I said.

He stopped, and turned to look at me. I figured since he helped me, I could give him something that may lead to a clue.

"Try and find Flass," I requested. "Since he was at the docks, I'm guessing he'll probably know where these...rabbits went to,"

There was silence between us again, until he stepped off the ledge, and back onto the roof. He walked toward me slowly. I took a few steps back in a little bit a fright. He stopped and looked at me puzzled.

"You're afraid," he said. ",,,Why?"

I sighed.

"Look," I said calmly. "I appreciate you helping me out the other night. Thank you. Most people wouldn't have done it,"

"What makes you say that?"

I shrugged and walked around the roof, looking out into the cool night air.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess it's because I've been taunted and teased for so long, it brought down my self-esteem,"

"Classmates?"

I shook my head slowly.

"Worse," I turned to look at him. "Members of my family. They call me the Scum of the Narrows,"

"...Funny," he said. "You don't seem like the type of person who likes to cause trouble. Why do they call you the Scum of the Narrows?"

"...I have no idea...It's stupid. I mean, why should they have to call me names? They have everything, so why do they have to worry about me?"

"What about your parents?"

I was silent at that. I just moved to the ledge to go back down. I should've just stayed in bed. He forgot that my parents were dead. But he seemed to want to know. He moved after me, so I stopped dead in my tracks. If I kept going, I might've angered him by not giving him an answer straightaway. I didn't look at anything, but the city that laid out in front of me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I shuddered a bit, and took a few breaths.

"I'm sorry," he said to me. "...How did they die?"

"...They were shot in the head in an alley by Arkham Asylum," I said softly. "That was the only detail the police would give me, other than they went over there on assignment...Why?"

"I wanted to..."

"No, why would someone want to kill my parents?"

This time, I was brave enough to look at him straight in the eyes...and yet...Wait. His eyes...they looked familiar. Where have I seen them before? My thoughts were interuppted by his answer.

"Sometimes people commit murderer's for no reason," he said. "For pleasure. Thrill...The rush that goes through their heads..."

"You act like you've done it," I said to him.

"...I would never do anything to hurt anyone,"

"So you're saying I should just leave the death of my parents a mystery?"

Batman looked at me with that look again. That look. Amusement in his eyes...It frightened me so much, I started to wonder where I had seen that look before.

"I'm saying you should leave the death of your parents to me," he said.

My eyes widened at this comment. Did...Did he just say he was going to investigate my parents deaths? Wait, was there a catch?...Never mind. I didn't care.

"Thank you," I said. "I don't know if I can repay..."

"You don't have to pay me anything," Batman interuppted. "Just do two favors for me,"

"Anything,"

"...After tonight, I never want you out here again unsupervised. Don't come looking for me. I come to you. Understand?"

I nodded. He said that in a very strict manner. Like he knew it wasn't the first time I snuck out.

"What's the other favor?"

You'll never guess where I was 10 minutes later. And just so you won't guess, I'll tell you. In the middle of the pouring rain, standing in an alley. Tired and cold and scared nonetheless. Batman brought me along. He said it was "bait to get Flass where he wanted him". Why would he need me to get Flass? More importantly, if he said he would never do anything to hurt me, why was he putting me in danger of Falcone's lackey?...You know what, that guy's too mysterious. Maybe I should just go. Putting the top collar of my coat over my head, I started to move, but I heard a voice.

"You!" it said.

I looked up to find Flass coming straight at me, as fast as his legs could carry him, dropping the Falalfel he had in his hand. Looks like my presence ruined his walk and his midnight snack. He thought they killed me that night. Maybe now since he found out I was still alive, he was going to finish the job. But another amazing thing happened. Before he could lay a finger on me, he was going up in the air, hanging upside down by his ankles. He stopped at the top floor of the fire escape that I stood next too, and I heard Batman's voice, loud and menacing.

"WHERE ARE THE OTHER DRUGS GOING?" he yelled at Flass.

Flass stuttered as I was heading my way up the wet fire escape, slipping as I went.

"I--I never knew," he stuttered. "I don't know. I swear to--"

"SWEAR TO ME!" Batman yelled.

Batman totured Flass by dropping him, almost all the way to the ground, and pulling him back up, like a yo-yo.

"I don't--I never knew," Flass pleaded. "Never. They-they went to some guy for a couple of days before they went to the dealers,"

"WHY?" Batman yelled again.

"...There was something--something else in the drugs. Something hidden,"

"WHAT?"

"I never went to the drop off point. It was in the Narrows. Cops only go there when they're in force,"

"DO I LOOK LIKE A COP?"

"No--"

"Wait!" I shouted.

I was now where Batman was on the fire escape. Something had snapped inside of me. Greed...anxiety...determination. Things I never felt before. I never noticed them inside me as I made Flass looked at me.

"What do you know about my parents deaths?" I asked him over the rain.

I could feel Batman's gaze on me. I just looked at Flass. He seemed scared by this sudden outburst made by me. I guess I was too after I went over the events. But I had it in my head that Flass knew something about my parents deaths.

"I--I don't know..." Flass stuttered

"No!" I found myself saying. "Don't say you don't know. I know you do. Don't lie! Tell me now!"

"Sarah, let's go--" Batman tried to pull me away.

"Tell me now!"

I wouldn't listen to Batman. This wasn't me, I know. I was becoming more determined by the minute. I wanted to know about my parents. I had to know. I have to. I've got to. I went for so long not knowing how it started, and I wouldn't wait a second more. Flass told me through stutters.

"Last week," he stuttered."A-a man called me. Told-told me to give your parents information about the Narrows. That something was there they would like to see,"

My eyes were wide. Someone wanted my parents dead. It wasn't for pleasure. It was for business. Or revenge. Or whatever. But I wanted more information. I kept questioning Flass, as Batman tried to pull me away even more. My arm hurt from his grip, but I had wrapped my ankle around the railing. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Who called you?" I asked.

"I don't know," Flass said, sweat coming off his forehead. "Really. I don't. We tried tracing the phone call back, but the phone number didn't exist,"

"You know something! Tell me!"

But the next thing I knew, Flass was going back down, screaming his head off, and I was carried up to the roof at lightning speed, struggling. Batman wouldn't let me go. His grip was growing tighter. I yelled at him over the rain.

"Let me go!" I screamed at him.

"Not until you calm down," Batman hissed in my ear.

"No! I won't! Not until I find out who killed my mom and dad,"

I know what you're thinking. I'm acting like a spoiled child now. I needed to find out who the murderer was. I couldn't wait any longer. But I've become so rotten over the past few minutes, I had forgotten who I was. Taking deep breaths, I slumped to the ground in realization of what had happened. Did I just yell at Flass with a shaking voice? Was I that mean and greedy? I couldn't believe it. I sat there in the rain with Batman standing beside me. He bent down in front of me, sheltering me with his black cape. There was darkness, but I didn't mind it.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"...You broke down," Batman said. "...Are you all right?"

"...I don't know...I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I guess...when I heard the news of my parents deaths I--I became weak...And when I grew weaker..."

"You had a desire to be strong again?"

"Yes,"

There was silence between us. I could hear the rain over Batman's cape over my head. Next, I could feel his arms wrap around me. I guess he was taking me home, because the next thing I knew, I was flying through the rain and over Gotham again. This time, I didn't feel the rush of being free again. I have lost that privlege. When I returned to balcony that went into my room, I looked at Batman.

"Batman..." I said softly. "Did you really mean it?...About finding out who killed my parents?"

With that same gleam in his eyes, Batman just looked at me.

"I mean everything I say," he said. "I can give you the information tomorrow night. But like I said. Don't come to me. I come to you,"

Nodding, I turned to go inside, but I realized I forgot something.

"Wait," I said turning back. "I just wanna say..."

But when I turned back, Batman was gone. Out of sight. Looking around, I sighed, finishing my sentance.

"...Thank you,"

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