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Water splashed everywhere on the front of the Batman's tank-like car. The tires ran swiftly over what felt like huge sharp rocks. Each bump made me jump in my seat, but I didn't even seem aware of that. My thoughts had wandered off into dark forests, and wth each step they took, they went deeper and deeper. Batman's voice...it was familiar to me as much as my mother and my father's voice. It wasn't the voice that struck me in the hart with comforting terror, but...it actually sounded human for once. A normal person's voice. I know I should be smart, judging from all the books I've read, but I tried to place Batman's somewhat new voice to the voices I've heard. But I couldn't. There was still a hint of the guttural voice in his throat, as though he knew it changed, but still wanted to keep it a secret. As if to keep his identity a mystery to me. I watched him give Rachel what seemed to be the antidote after quickly moving around the cave for less than 20 seconds. He carried her then to a table not too far away from where I sat in the car. As I unbuckled myself, I looked around the cave. Over my head, bats flew, nested, and squaked everywhere in the dark caverns above me. There were thousands of them, and I had never seen so many at once in my entire life. Not even at the zoo. It hypnotized me to follow just one with my eyes, and when I couldn't follow it I'd find another. I broke out of my trance as the Batman scooped me up into his arms. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, he carried me to a similar table away from Rachel's with a first aid kit on it. Setting me on it, I sat up, as he unwrapped my jacket wrapped around my leg. Blood had made giant pancake sized spots on my light blue sweater as he folded it up and put it beside me. I stayed quiet as he opened the box, and poured some yellow tinted liquid onto a cloth. Pressing it against my wound, I grinded my teeth to not yelp from the stinging pain. I small gasped escaped from my lips.

"It hurts," I muttered under my breath.

"It will keep it from getting infected," Batman said in his half normal voice.

"Ow...It still hurts though,"

"WELL IT NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HADN'T BEEN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

My eyes were wide, and I took breaths of fear. He yelled so harshly, and so fiercly, that it scared me more than the time he had yelled at Flass. His light green eyes pierced through mine, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I was locked in his trance, frozen on the spot, just like I had when he saved me at the docks. I gathered enough courage to speak.

"Look," I said. "If you just let me explain--"

"THAT ASYLUM WAS NO PLACE FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" Batman shouted again. "YOU COULD'VE BEEN CAUGHT AND KILLED!"

"I know that. I just wanted--"

"DO YOU REALIZE HOW WORRIED SICK YOU'VE MADE EVERYONE? DON'T YOU EVEN REMEMBER THAT SOMEONE IS OUT THERE TRYING TO KILL YOU? WHAT YOU'VE DONE WAS RECKLESS AND STUPID! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THAT!"

"...I'm sorry..."

"SORRY'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU WOULDN'T GO LOOKING FOR YOUR PARENT'S MURDERER, AND YOU BROKE IT! I GAVE YOU MY TRUST, AND YOU BROKE IT!"

"...I'm not the only one,"

"What?"

"...I said 'I'm not the only one',"

The whole cave was silent, it seemed. We just stared at each other. I didn't feel it, but my face was hot, and my expression was angry. I slid off the table, the pain only striking a tiny bit. I barely felt it.

"Let me tell you something," I said in a low angry voice. "When my parents died, my childhood died with them. That killer didn't just take their lives, he took my life. And ever since then, my life has been a walking nightmare. Sure, it's nice to stay with Bruce and Alfred. I mean, at least they know what I'm going through. But it's not good for me to have people look at me strange, even when they know someone close to me have just been murdered. I can't handle being some stupid Princess of Gotham. I can't stand being something I'm not at school. And I can't stand having uncles who criticize me of everything I do and try to run me over with their cars--"

"When did that happen?" asked Batman, suddenly concerned

"The other day, but I'm fine...But you know what else I'm sick of?...I'm sick of waiting around for my parents killer to come out of the shadows and show his face to me...I wasn't the only one who broke a promise. You broke yours first. So don't you DARE try to tell me what I've done was wrong. Because I've done more than you ever have for my parents...Because that's what family does. But what do you know about family? You're just a man in a cape. Not a superhero,"

I limped away from him, looking at the dark waterfall, feeling it's mist put moisture onto my skin, cooling me down. I've never stood my ground to anyone before. However, it was wonderful to stand up to some people at least. I felt the Batman gaze at me, although I didn't look back. I was angry, and the first thing on my mind about him was not forgiving him for not holding up his end of the bargain we made. I sat on a rock, with my legs hugged closely to my chest...I miss my parents. I miss them so much. I'm almost forgetting the sound of their voices. And the only way to bring them back is to bring my parents killer to justice. Unconsiously, my hand went to my neck, and I felt around my throat. There was something missing. Something precious to me. But what was it? I thought about it long and hard, but I couldn't remember. My throat closed up to a hard rock, and tears squeezed out of my eyes. I dared not make a sound, although I felt the Batman come toward me slowly, his long black cape flapping behind him. I felt his precense as he bent down next to me.

"...You're right," he said. "I am just a man in a cape...But I'm a man in a cape who wants to bring Gotham back as much as you do. I want to stop men from taking lives as much as you do. I want to help you Sarah. You just have to give it some time, and let me help you. I know it wasn't fair to keep you waiting, but things just came up...Wait...What is it?"

He had now just noticed my tears, and my hand was still on my throat, slowly moving around as if it was searching for something.

"I can't..." I couldn't speak. My throat hurt too much.

"You can't what?" asked Batman

"...Remember,"

"...I know...Once you lose someone, you forget everything that they gave you in order to go through life. And you don't know where the pieces of the puzzles are,"

"...It's like amneisa or something,"

"...It can be restored though,"

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I know I shouldn't have been there. I know I should've waited...Do you ever have nightmares? Do you ever dream of people who you loved for a long time die before your eyes...and before you're killed too, you wake up in cold sweat?"

"Yes," he replied. "I have...Is that what drove you to go there?"

I nodded, taking in a sharp breath and exhaling out loud to compose myself. Batman left me a bit to go get the bandages for my leg, as my thoughts took over my mind. Things really hadn't been going well for me. I want to go home, and wake up from this nightmare, warm in my bed with the sun rising in my window. Batman came back and started wrapping my leg gently.

"...What happened to your voice?" I asked softly. "...It changed a while ago. It sounds familiar...If I asked, would you tell me who you are?"

"...I can't," Batman said.

"Why? I've trusted you, and you trusted me. I mean, come on, we're like...like...friends. Are we?"

"I don't have the luxury of friends,"

"Oh,"

That was all I could say...I really thought he was my friend. I looked down a bit, and shuddered as the cold wind bit me.

"You all right?" he asked me.

"It's just cold," I sighed.

The next thing I knew, the Batman was right by my side, wrapping his long black cape around my shoulders protectively, as a parent would do to protect their young. Lifting me up in his arms, he carried me to the other side of the cave, and laid me on the table. From his belt he took out two strange looking syringes.

"What are those?" I asked softly.

"The antidote and a sedative," Batman replied. "It's not safe for you to know where I seek my solitude. I'll take you home while you're asleep. Your friend Rachel will be all right for a good hour, and I'll tell her that you're fine. Never tell anyone where you've been tonight. For everyone's safety, you cannot breathe a word to anyone about what you've seen and heard...Do I have your word?"

"Yes," I replied.

Relaxing, I exhaled a deep breath as I felt the syringe go into my arm. The sedative was quickly working its way around my body, and the last thing I saw before drifting off to sleep was Batman looking at me sympathetically and saying:

"Everything will be all right. I promise,"

Bruce Wayne took off his Batman cowl, and looked at his sleeping goddaughter with a better view. What happened at the Asylum took great courage. Even he was afraid to go in there, even as the Batman. She never realized it, but Sarah had courage she thought was never there. But he knew that if she was poisoned by Crane's toxin in the future, she would have to face her worse unknown fear. After the sedative had taken complete hold of her, he injected her with the antidote that Lucius Fox had made in case of emergencies. It immedietly inoculated her bloodstream, and it would protect her if she was somehow attacked with Crane's toxin. Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her gently to the secret elevator. Pulling the lever with a free hand, it went up slowly, and arrived at the first floor of the Wayne Manor. The secret door opened and it revealed Alfred waiting for his master in the parlor. When his eyes fell upon the girl, he panicked.

"What happened?" he asked. "Is she all right?"

"Shh," Bruce told him. "Keep quiet. The guests might hear you and she might wake up,"

Bruce laid Sarah on the couch, covering her up with a thick blanket.

"Close the door," he ordered. "We don't want anyone coming in here,"

"I assure you sir," Alfred said stifly as he shut the parlor doors. "I wouldn't want any of our guests coming in here if I was still in a cape and full body armor. Now I want to know what happened to this child and--"

"Alfred, she's fine. I just gave her a sedative, and inoculated her with the antidote,"

"Well, how long is she going to be asleep?"

"I only gave her a minimum dose, so 20 minutes at the latest. I promise I'll explain everything as soon as I get back,"

"She better know what's going on as soon as possible,"

"...Alfred, Sarah can't know about Batman's identity. It will only make matters worse,"

"Sir--"

"Alfred, she can't. She'll be safer without knowing,"

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