Disclaimer: I don't own "Batman Begins"

My breaths were in beat with my pumping heart as I roller bladed through the streets. Each block and occasinal police car brought me closer to the screaming and yelling citizens in the Narrows. The police had to know fully what was going on. And they were going to need all the help they could get. My only hopes were that everyone would be okay, that Batman would know about this and be there, and that my uncle wouldn't find me. When I neared the bridge, it seemed as if every cop in Gotham was here, and ready for anything. Anything except their worst nightmare, that is. Passing a few horses, a SWAT truck, I started toward the bridge, only to be stopped by a policeman

"Whoa, kid," he said. "Where are you going?"

"Officer," I said calmly. "You have to let me cross. I know Sergeat Gordon, and..."

"You can't cross here, kid. Where are your parents? Go to them. They're probably worried,"

I didn't have any parents anymore. Nor did I know of anyone who cared about me dearly. I was alone.

"Officer," I stated. "At least evacuate all the people in danger,"

"I don't have that authority..."

"Their lives are at stake. Gotham's life is at stake. If the police--"

"Kid, the only thing going on right now is a mob full of serial killers and rapists, going through the Narrows like ants on a rampage,"

"But--"

"Look, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna have you sit in a police car unti lwe get the police force to get this under control. Then when the bridges go up, I'm gonna call your parents, and they'll come and get you. Hey patrolman! Cover for me!"

I was taken by the arm in a firm grip as the police officer, and taken across the road where patrol cars were parked against the curb. He opened the door for me, and relunctuntly, I climbed in the back seat. I sat there watching out the window, feeling totally hopeless. So much for coming here, and proving my bravery. At least I was away from my uncle for a while. This moment, this time, right now...I guess I felt safe. Somewhere inside me, I had a feeling of security. All of a sudden, though, I saw the bridge leading to the Narrows going up, and seperating the Criminal World from the Fancy World of Gotham. A pit in my stomach grew bigger and bigger as I thought about the people who were in possible critical danger...as I felt cold and hot at the same time, feeling ill...and as I saw Comissioner Loeb come to the car. He opened the door, and I slowly came out, and stood next to him, hugging myself, trying to see if I could get my stomach to feel better.

"What are you doing here Sarah?" he asked in a stern voice.

I said nothing. I was afraid...I shouldn't have been. It made me feel worse. Clutching it, I tried to suppress the ache.

"You do know it's dangerous to be here now, right?" Loeb asked again

I nodded, holding my stomach even more. A police oficer came up to Loeb.

"Sir," he sarted. "We just got a call from Edgar Mason. Said his niece ran off and was last seen heading off into the woods," The policeman pointed at me. "And from the looks of it, that one's been scratched up pretty good on the face. Most likely from tree branches,"

I raised a hand to my cheek, and felt the sticky substance of blood on my fingers. I looked in the mirror on the police car, and saw multiple scratches all over from the branches sticking out back at the woods. At least they wouldn't leave any scars or anything. As I insepcted my face, the cries from the Narrows grew louder and more bone chilling. It took only a moment for me to notice the blood curdling sound.I turned to face the way to the Narrows as Loeb took a walkie talkie from a policeman.

"This is Commisioner Loeb," he said in a rough voice. 'Come on, somebody talk to me...Come on!"

No answer came. Truth be told, I didn't expect one to come. Not after what I've seen. Smoke was rising from the streets and growing closer to the edge. Soon it would reach me and the two policemen. Even though I knew I was protected from Crane's toxin, fear almost made me puke from the thought of beind poisoned.

"Come on Batman," I whispered to myself. "Hurry. Please,"

I started searching the skies, and kept my ears open for any sound of a loud engine, as Loeb in the walkie talkie.

"Loeb! Loeb!" Gordon came on. "This is Gordon!"

"What is going on over there?" Loeb asked desperately.

"We need reinforcements! TAK teams, SWAT's, riot cops..."

"Whoa, whoa! Gordon! Gordon!" Loeb tried to stop him to explain. "All the city's riot police are on the island with you,"

"Well, they're completely incompacitated!"

"...Gordon...There's nobody left to send in,"

Just when all hope seemed lost, I heard a distant sound. My eyes brightened a bit as I turned around to see the bat tank leaping over the humungous river and to the Narrows. Yes! He made it! I knew it. Looking back, I saw that Commisioner Loeb and the police officer havn't noticed the Caped Crusader rush in to save the city. Just then, an idea came to my mind...What if I asked the Batman if I could stay with him? I mean, it'd be cool, right? I wouldn't have to worry about school; I can take classes online. I can be safe from harm, and Batman could teach me how to protect myself. And I wouldn't have to worry about friends and family because...Oh wait. I forgot. He doesn't want any friends. I leaned back against the side of the police car and slid down to the pavement. The screams of the Narrows were growing louder and louder. I wanted to scream too for all the frustration I had on that night. The policeman soon came with a phone used on patrols.

"Hey kid," he said. "Your uncle's Edgar Mason, right?"

I nodded a bit, and he handed the cell phone to me.

"He wants to talk to you," he said. "Worried sick, that guy is,"

Now I didn't buy that for a second. I knew it was all an act. As soon as the policeman left, I cautiously put the cell phone to my ear.

"...You pitiful, insolent Scum of the Narrows," My Uncle slithered.

I shivered with a shudder that seemed to take over my whole body.

"You listen to me now," my Uncle continued. "When I get my hands on you, your life is going to be a living nightmare. Do you hear me? I'm your guardian now, and you do exactly as I say. Not Bruce Wayne. Besides, who else would take in a worthless little nothing like you?"

While he ske, I was staring at the Narrows. The misty smoke was coming closer to Gotham. So close, I could almost feel it's moisture on my skin. The bridge started to come down again as I hear the engine of the bat tank. But when I looked up to find the monorail rushing above me on it's tracks, I saw the Batman hanging onto it with his grappling gun...But who was driving the Battank if he was up there?

"Batman?" I asked, forgetting about my uncle.

"Batman?" asked my uncle in a rage. "That freak! Even he wouldn't look at you. You worthless little--"

At this moment, I had dropped the cell phone to the ground as the mist reached Gotham. I knew it was the poison, and it had immedietly taken hold of Loeb and the policeman. Taking my chance, I skated after the monorail to see if I could get ahead of it. As I saw Batman swing himself in a window, smashing small shards of glass that had found it's way to the ground, a plan was forming. If I found the brake system that would stop the train, then maybe the poison would stop spreading. But first I had to dodge every car, every citizen, and every water main lid that exploded from the pressure underneath. I heard the Bat tank close behind me as I covered my head to avoid a falling water main lid. It seemed as though I was no match for the train, because as it sped ahead of me, I was covered in the poisonous mist of fear. I caught myself on a nearby light pole, and started coughing my lungs out. I knew I was safe from the toxin, but it almost blinded me, and it got caught in my throat. Again, I felt sick to the stomach. And I realized now that even if I could get to the emergency brake system, I wouldn't be able to stop the train. Now you finally notice I thought sarcastically to myself. As I hung onto the light pole, I saw something that had to deal with the Battank. I don't know what it did, but somehow it caused part of the train tracks to break apart from the rest. My eyes were wider than they were before. Now the train was going to go flying off the track! Composing myself immedietly, I sought refuge in a nearby alley. I knew that thing was going to explode, and I was so close to where the train would crash. Kneeling behind a dumpster, and covering my head. I was in a safe position just as I felt a great rumble under my feet, and the dumpster shook against me with great force. I was afraid it would fall on me. When it finally subsided, I remained in a curled ball, my hands covering my head protectively. Sharp, but shallow, breaths escaped from me. I dared not make a sound...No one should have to go through all this. Especially the innocent people of Gotham. Suddenly, after about 10 minutes of hiding in that same place, I heard my uncle's voice from the street, booming with anger.

"Where is she?" he asked. "I've been worried sick about her for an hour! I want my niece!"

I couldn't believe he was here. Taking in a sharp breath, I clutched my stomach a bit. I really didn't want to go with my uncle. I'd rather stay in what was left of the Narrows. Standing up, I skated backwards towards the brick wall in the dark. The only thing I faced was the way I came in, because I was afraid my uncle would find me in here. He won't find me in the dark. He won't find me in the dark. He won't find me in the dark. He...won't...find...me...in...the...dark...A pair of hands went down on my shoulder. Gloved ones, and from the corner of my eye, a black cape was slowly floating in the soft wind. I knew it was the Dark Knight and I didn't want to fight him. I felt too tired, too cold, and too sick to do anything anyway. Gently, the Batman wrapped his cape around my shoulders, and guided me out of the alley, and out onto the clear street. As I skated alongside him, I saw my uncle with Gordon. One look at me, and my uncle was bawling his eyes out. The next thing I knew, he engulfed me in a tight hug. I was certain he was faking, and trying to crush my lungs.

"I was so worried about you," my uncle sobbed on my shoulder. "Your mother wouldn't have forgiven me if I lost you,"

I took a small glance at the Batman, who looked like he had a blank expression under his bat cowl. When I looked at Gordon, he looked disappointed at me. Keeping my head down, I didn't want to look at the men whom I trusted with my life. My Uncle Edgar noticed the Dark Knight.

"Thank you Batman," he said in a kind voice. "You don't know how much this means to me,"

Batman gave off a nod.

"It's nice to know she means that much to you," he said in that deep gutteral voice.

I didn't look at me when he stared at me. It was kind of hard to, yet I didn't know why. I wanted to scream at him "Take me with you! I can't stay with him! He'll treat me like a slave!" But I couldn't. I felt sick enough to not want to speak on my own. My uncle led me to the car and away from Sergeant Gordon, and Batman. I felt like I was being sent to my doom. A chilling execution that felt inhimane and cruel. So cruel, that I wished Edgar should have been poisoned with Crane's toxin. Like last time, I saw in the car in silence, as I took off my skates and chnged back to my shoes. I thought I would start crying as soon as I saw the manor of the Masons. I fought the urge to just go flying out of the car and race into the woods. Edgar was right. He would find me where I went. I carried my backpack and my suitcase as I followed my uncle inside the dark manor. I half expected to hear lightening strike outside. The place was actually pitch black and eerie enough to scare me. As I walked behind my uncle, I heard something in a closed room me passed. It sounded like someone was crying. But who? And why? Before I could even move toward the room, my uncle grabbed my arm roughly, and pulled me away. He dragged me to the end of the hallway, pushed me in my new room, and shut the door with a loud slam. He locked it before I had even touched the door knob. With useless effort, I tried to open it, until I was almost shaking the door.

(A/N: I don't own "Far Away" by Nickelback)

This time, this place, misused, mistakes. Too long, too late, Who was I to make you wait? Just one chance. Just one breath. Just in case there's just one left. 'Cause you know, you know, you know...

I felt tired and even more sick, when my hands started to go numb and sweaty, and my legs felt like jelly. As I steadied myself, I took a look around my new room. It almost looked like the Slytherin Common Room from Harry Potter. Sending shivers up my spine, I ddin't bother to change into my nightgown. Instead, I ust crash landed on my dark green bed, unconsious of the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

That I love you. I have loved you all alone. And I miss you. Been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me, and you'll never go. Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.

I tried to get some sleep. My head was aching, but my stomach hurt more. Every few seconds, I woud clutch my sides, and wince with eyes shut tightly. I buried my face in my pillow to muffle the cries I would seldom make of pain. Laying on my side on the hard rock bed, I faced the window. The moon shone on my face through the foggy night. I just stared at it with a pained expression. Through all the tiny sharp bites at my stomach, I saw a dark figure blocking the moon. I knew who it was, although I never bothered to open the window. Instead, I rushed to the bathroom.

On my knees, I'll ask. Last chance for one last dance. 'Cause with you, I'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand. I'd give it all. I'd give for us. Give anything, but I won't give up. 'Cause you know, you know, you know...

After I was done throwing up, I took deep breaths, and closed my eyes as I sat against the wall. Shaking, I tried to calm myself down.

That I love you. I have loved you all alone. And I miss you. Been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me, and you'll never go. Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore

I soon felt the coolness of a damp washcloth patting my cheeks and forehead. I didn't even hear the faucet go off, but I opened my eyes slowly to find the Batman bent down in front of me with the washcloth in his hand.

So far away. Been far away for far too long. So far away. Been far away for far too long. But you know, you know, you know...

Just seeing a person other than my relatives brought joy to me. I still felt sick, but I felt so much better. Involuntarily, I shook again. I hugged myself, and stayed stiff as if to stop the shakes. Feeling arms lift me up, I hung onto the Batman as he carried me out of the bathroom.

I wanted, I wanted you to stay. 'Cause I needed, I need to hear you say...

I rested on my bed, under the covers, shaking wthout warning. I'd let out shuddered gasps as each one came. The only medicine I was given to calm down were words of comfort from the gutteral voice of the Dark Knight. My guardian angel.

"Shh," he would say in the darkness. "Everything's fine. Let it pas...It will all pass soon,"

I love you. I have loved you all along. And I forgive you for being away for far too long. So keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore. Believe it, hold on to me, and never let me go. Keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore. Believe it, hold onto me and never let me go.

Sleep was finally coming to and I squeezed in a couple of thoughts as I felt the washcloth on my head...I wonder what Bruce and Alfredare doing right now...What will Haley's wrath and school have in store for me?...Have I lost Ally and Nathan's friendship?...How long will I have to stay with Edgar?...Who was crying in that mysterious room?...Who is my parents killer?...Why did he want to kill me?...Who will save me in the end?...Batman will. Batman was the only one I could trust right now. And this is why:

He was always there.

Keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go. Keep breathing, hold onto me and never let me go.

(A/N: Review please. And ideas for upcoming chapters would be very helpful too)