Dislcaimer: I don't own "Batman Begins"

I sighed in my sleep. I actually slept pretty well, knowing that everything would turn out all right in the end. The bed didn't seem hard rock anymore, and the sheets didn't feel at all scratchy. I felt like I was in a small safe little cottage hidden deep in a dark forest. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the alarm clock on my nightstand...10:35! I overslept again. Jumping out of bed, I rushed to put on my uniform, which was hidden under my bed. Last night, while Josh was distracting Edgar, I climbed the fence with vines up to my room. I was able to get through the window, change into my pajamas, and jump into bed before Edgar and Bruce looked in my room. Hopping on one foot to put on one of my belt buckled shoes, I headed toward the door. But when I turned the doorknob, it only turned a short distnce away. Scared, I tried to open the door to get out.

"What's happening?" I asked softly to myself

After much effort, I stopped and backed away from the door. I couldn't believe what was going on, although I didn't know fully what was going on.

"Sarah," said a voice. "Sarah, you there?"

I stood tehre on the spot. Great. Now I'm starting to hear voices. Wimpering a bit, I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Oh man," I groaned. "I'm going insane in this house,"

"Sarah," the voice said again. "It's me Josh,"

"Wha--Josh?"

"There's a walkie-talkie right behind the wardrobe closet next to the door. Get it,"

Obeying, I bent down beside the side of the wardobe closet, and looked underneath. Sure enough, there was a walkie talkie, a small red light showing it's power. I pulled it out, and stood up, pushing the speaker button.

"Josh?" I asked into the speaker.

"Hey, you okay?" Josh asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"...Oh man, Sarah. He's mad. He's really mad,"

"Who?"

"My dad! He locked us in our rooms! Sarah, you've got to get out of here!"

"I can't! And even if I could, no way! I am no leaving you,"

"Just find yourself a way out,"

There was silence so that meant Josh was done talking to me for now. Letting my hand holding the walkie talkie fall to my side, I sat down on my bed with utter disbelief. I looked around the room as if it were a different and scary place. But it was. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them on my bed. It was like that for a while, but then I remembered what Bruce said to me the last night. Reaching off the edge of the bed from where Bruce had been sitting, I felt around for something. What I felt was something wrapped in present paper. Pulling it out, I ran my fingers along the smooth gift wrap. Something bulged at the top, and I felt around its edges...It was in the shape of a heart. Neatly unwrapping the gift, I saw my locket, lying on top of a hard bound book. I opened my locket, and stared at my parents picture...I can't believe I wanted to leave this behind. Suddenly, I heard a jiggle from the door knob. Frightened, I gathered the book, quickly put the locket around my neck, put the piece of paper where I could reach Bruce in my vest pocket (It was sticking out of the book), and hid it under the wardrobe closet before Edgar walked in the door. When I saw him, I knew for sure that whatever trouble Josh was in, Edgar was going to drag me into it. In his hand, there was a cordless phone. Putting it on the nightstand, he stared at me with a load of disgust. A deadly silence filled the room. And then WHAM! A huge fist knocked the wind from my stomach. I made an involuntary "umph" and sat on my bed, holding my stomach. Part of me was in pain, and the rest was pure shock. I knew my uncle hated me, but I didn't know he would actually hit me. He tossed the phone to me

"Call Bruce Wayne," he snarled. "Tell him you won't be attending school today, and that you are ill,"

I furrowed my eyebrows, putting on an act.

"What are talking about?" I asked.

SMACK! So much for the act. I was slapped across the face.

"Do it," Edgar demanded again. "I know what he said to you last night,"

He overhead us. Slowly, I pulled the number on the slip of paper out of my pocket. I never left the sight of Edgars eyes as I waited for someone to pick up the phone.

"Wayne Residence," a voice came on.

It was Alfred. Sighing a bit with relief, I faked a sick like voice.

"Aflred," I coughed a bit. "It's Sarah,"

"Miss Sarah, what can I do for you?" Alfred asked, always ready to take orders.

"I'm sick at the Masons. Can you tell Bruce that he won't be able to see me today?"

"Yes, but would you like him or me to come and check on you?"

I looked to Edgar, who was shaking his head dangerously. Not wanting to get him or Bruce into this, I lied to Alfred.

"No," I said softly. "That won't be necessary. I'll just rest. Thanks anyway Alfred,"

"Feel better soon,"

I nodded and hung up the phone. Holding my still aching stomach, and touching my stinging cheek, I looked at my uncle. He had a sick pumpkin grin on his face. When I started to leave, I spoke in a soft voice.

"You're so abusive," I explained. "...Two hits from you feel like ten, and yet...I know something you don't know,"

"And what knowledge do you posess that I don't know?"

I smiled softly a bit.

"I can't tell you," I said. "It's a secret...And I'm afraid to say it,"

Edgar just scoffed and closed my door, locking it. So, I'm confined to my room for the rest of the day.

"OK," Rachel nodded. "Thanks Alfred,"

Rachel was at the D.A's office on the phone. She was with Bruce too, trying to figure out anything to get Sarah back. As Rachel hung up the phone, Bruce looked at his watch, got up from looking at a pile of government papers on the table he was sitting at, and started to put on his long black coat.

"I'll be back" he said, getting ready to go out the door. "Sarah's about to get out of school,"

"Bruce," Rachel looked up from her notes. "I just got off the phone with Alfred, and he told me that Sarah called and said she was sick earlier today...And the part that worries me was that he said she sounded fine,"

Bruce hesitated, sighed, and took off his coat.

"Edgar heard me," he threw his coat on a nearby chair. "I'll see her tonight,"

"As Batman?" Rachel inquired.

"Well, if Mason won't let Bruce Wayne in, then yeah,"

"Right, well, before you go jumping off rooftops, I found some things. Insignificant, though. Just Sarah's birth certificate, school records..."

Bruce went over to the computer and looked at it over Rachel's shoulder.

"What about Edgar?" he asked.

"Last week," Rachel started. "He filed a report to the judge asking for a trial of custody. But then it was cancelled about 2 days before he filed a warrent to take Sarah. Josh's trial on his attack was cancelled too,"

"What for?"

"I don't know. Did Luke and Jennifer have any objections to Edgar raising Sarah? Did Jennifer say anything to you before you disappeared,"

"I can't remember,"

Rachel sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"I wish I knew," she said. "But I didn't see Jennifer and Luke that much since I started working as an Assistant D.A. So, I wouldn't know either,"

Bruce nodded a bit, grabbed his coat, and put it back on.

"I have some things to do," he explained as he headed out the door. "Let me know if there's any changes,"

"And above all,you are to stay in your room until I have some unquenchable need to speak to you, and you are to stay out of the attic, the room in the east wing, and my office,"

Somehow, I heard these words for the past few hours inside my head. I couldn't ge tthem out of my mind. Looking to the window, I saw the sun setting, getting ready to sleep for the night. Throughout the whole day, I did nothing by pace around my room, trying to think of a way to get a hold of someone for help. I tried to see if Josh had anything planned, but it seemed he didn't. We ran out of ideas before noon...That's it. I have got to get out of this room, and see why Edgar forbid me to go into certain rooms. Finding a hair pin tucked away in my duffle bag, I worked to pick the lock (I didn't know why I didn't think of this before). It took me about 10 minutes before I heard a soft click. Putting the hair pin in my vest pocket with Bruce's number, I unlocked Josh's door, where the key was sticking out. The moment he head it unlocking, he raced outside as soon as I opened the door.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," Josh nodded. "How'd you get out?"

"Picked the lock. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Go o your dad's office, and find any kind of information. Anything is practically good,"

"Why?"

"Your dad told me that there are 3 rooms I'm not allowed in: The attic, the room in the east wing, and his office. I want to know why,"

Josh looked scared.

"Those rooms are off limits for a reason!" he protested.

"All I'm asking for you isto look in his office," I explained. "That's it...Josh, please. This is my last favor. I have to know what he keeps in there. It's been bugging me since this morning,"

"OK, let me get this straight: All of a sudden, you want to know why you can't go in. And you want me to go down the point of no return, and see what it is that my dad has forbiddon you, for good reason, to not go in,"

"That's all I want,"

"...I must be out of my mind,"

So it was settled. Josh was going to look in his dad's office, while I went to the attic and east wing. I walked at a normal pace. Edgar wouldn't be back for another hour or so from work, so Josh and I were safe for now. I decided to start with the attic, which seemed to be the most darkest rooms in Mason Manor. When I reached the door, I picked the lock with ease this time. The whole place was dark. I tried to turn on the light, but the bulb went out at the first click. All I caught was just a quick glimpse of what was inside. So, I had to trust my instincts. After all, I was kind of getting used to seeing in the dark. I stepped over dead rats, and slipped under cobwebs as I made my way through the attic. I had to admit, I'd much rather sleep in here than my room downstairs. As I neared the back of the attic, I saw a box with assorted things sticking out. My hands reached out to it, and I searched through the box. Inside, there was a doll dressed in a Victorian white dress with black hair and eyes...like the one I slept with when I was six...THere was a pearl necklace...like the one my mother wore on her wedding day from the pictures I've seen...And there was a Gotham City Police Badge with my fathers name on it. I had come to realize that this was the stuff from the apartment I liced in the Narrows. Why would Edgar want my stuff? Most of it was just junk, and useless to him. Then my mind came to be at the room in the east wing. Immdietly, I raced out of the attic, downstairs, and straight to my forbiddon destination. Whatever was in that room had something to do with me. No wonder Edgar didn't want me to go into these rooms. He had something that I couldn't know. That he'd be furious with me if I found it. I opened the door in the east wing, and stopped. I swear, I thought I was dreaming or somthing because the room I was in shouldn't even be in Mason Manor. Everything was either creamy white or light gold, kind of like my old room back at Wayne Manor. I looked around with wonderous awe. Everything was neat and tidy. On the desk, though, by the window was a black book with gold lettering on the corner. On it, it said:

THE DIARY OF JENNIFER GINERVA MASON

This was my mothers room! This was her diary! Not hesitating one bit, I took the diary in my hands, sat on the bed, and read it. There were lots of passages that made me laugh, some cry, nd some happy. It was like I could hear her voice again. I particulary liked her entries about how she met my father, and how this one time, she, Bruce, and Rachel snuck out to go to this popular guy's graduation party when she was 18. Rachel protested some of the time, but had a great night. She even almost kissed Bruce! My mom thought they were onto something, but Rachel later explained they got their senses togethor. I had to admit, Bruce and Rachel would seem like a great couple. I kept reading the diary until the sun wento down...and then I heard someone scream.

"AAGH!"

I dropped the book on the floor, and whipped my head to the door. Josh was in trouble. Blaming myself for staying in one place for too long, I raced out toward Josh's screaming

(A/N: I don't own "Face Down" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)

Hey girl you know you drive me crazy. One look puts the rhythm in my hand. Still I'll never understand why you hang around. I see what's going down.

I found my way to Edgar's office, and my eyes bulged. There was Edgar, with Josh being punched by his own fists. Without even thinking, I plunged myself into the chaos, trying to pry Edgar off of my cousin.

"Stop it!" I screamed. "Leave him alone"

Cover up with make up in the mirror. Tell yourself it's never gonna happen again.You cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

SLAP! WAM! SNAP! I was hit, and on the ground. When I caught myself, the floorboard underneath my right hand creaked loudly. I didn't know why, but it caught my attention for just a moment before I was dragged to my feet by my hair.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

I held my head to refrain from screaming out loud. My eyes squeezed out tears of pain, but my words were dripping with anger.

"You're drunk," I spat.

"So what if I am?" Edgar hissed in my ear.

After this, I was thrown across the room, rolling on top of the coffee table.

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down. A new life she has found.

I landed on the floor again with a grunt. Feeling the bruises appear on my skin, I heard Josh scream again as Edgar started on him once more. I tried to get up, but I was temporarily weak...I won't be anymore for long.

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect every action in this world will bear a consequence. If you wade around forever you will surely drown. I see what's going down.

With each hit, I heard a scream, and it wasn't mine. It was almost killing me to hear it. Within a foot away from meI saw a hard bound book that lay on the floor. Painfully, turning on my stomach, I reached for it. When I finally got to it, I threw it with all my might at Edgar's head. It hit him and he yelled out, letting go of Josh, who crawled backwards into a corner. I stood up weakly, but strong and tall, as Edgar stared at me with surprise

I see the way you go and say your right again, say your right again. Heed my lecture

I lunged at him, trying to fight him back. Trying to show him what it's like to being pushed around. I struggled with him, stepping on that creaky floorboard more than once. I used all of my strength against him. I pushed him off of me, and attemped to run out of the room, with Josh by my side

Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

But before I could step out of the door, I was grabbed at he waist, and thrown across the room. I crash landed against the front of the wooden desk, and hit my head on the creaky floorboard. Before I could get up, I collapsed again as Edgar walked toward me. I cralwed backwards, dragging my legs as I used my arms to get away from my uncle.

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down. A new life she has found.

He grabbed me by the collar, and sneered at my face. I could smell the foul stench of scotch on his breath. It almost made me want to puke. Instead, I spat on his face. That costed me dearly. SMACK! He punched me across the face

Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough

He hit me again and again. I cried out at every other stinging pain in my body. From the corner of my eye, I saw a sword on display on his desk. I reached for it.

Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough

With all the energy I had, I pushed Edgar off of me, and grabbed the sword off of his desk. I pointed the tip right in front of him

One day she will tell you that she has had enough.Its coming round again

Edgar backed away a bit from me. He was frightened. I had a sword in my hand, but I didn't know if it was a foil or real. Apparently, it looked like he probably didn't know what it was either...I was wrong. With an evil smile, he grabbed my wrist, twisted it behind my back, and grabbed the sword, breaking it in half. It was a foil. A fake.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

With a loud scream, I was thrown down again to the ground, face first. Face down against the hard wooden floor. I hit the desk, and a small statue that was on the corner of it, fell and hit the creaky floorboard, breaking it open.

Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down. A new life she has found.

Edgar left the room in a drunken rage. After he was sure he wasn't coming back, Josh came by my side trying to lift my head up. I tried to help out a bit, trying to support him with all the strength I had. For now, were both safe from Edgar.

"Are you okay?" Josh asked me.

"Are you?" I asked weakly.

Josh helped me sit against the desk, and I head my aching head. Taking a few deep breaths, my mind reeled through the nights events. Through the weeks. They took over my whol sub-concsious. To me, I was lucky to be awake. If I had been knocked unconsious, I would have a serious problem. I might never wake up, someone might get worried about me, and I would never have been able to ask this question.

"Josh," I whispered. "Who is Adam Gerons?"

I don't know why I asked that question. I said them without even thinking. It was as if my heart told me to ask that question. Josh looked at me, and shook his head. I didn't know what he was thinking. He stood up looking at me, a lump growing in his voice.

"He--" he choked out. "He--He killed your parents,"

With that, Josh ran out of the room, with my eyes bulging. Josh knew the name of my parents killer. But how? How could he know, and not tell me. My mind reeled again as I heard different phrases from the past weeks speak at the same time inside my head.

"Master Wayne is alive,"

"I know how you feel"

"Well,well,well, look who showed up: The Scum of the Narrows"

"...Six feet under the ground, rotting..."

"...Even heroes can get hurt..."

"...Why do we fall?..."

"...It's what you do that defines you..."

"...The Princess of Gotham..."

"...It must drive you insane..."

"...An anagram is used to make up new words from another word"

I stopped. An anagram. Why did that pop into my head all of a sudden? I remember Ally answered that question in English Class one day. Adam Gerons. Adam Gerons. Adam Gerons. Suddenly, the name sounded all too familiar. I didn't know why. Anagram...Adam Gerons...My parents murderer...And what would soon be my murderer if I didn't get to the bottom ofwhat his real name is. I didn't know if it was just coincidence or fate, but all of my knowledge seemed to have formed togethor in one big ball, jumbling all around, trying to find which pieces of the puzzle fit. I grabbed a piece of paper off the desk, and one of Edgar' expensive pens. Why did Adam Gerons sound familiar?...I wrote down the name, and tried to make a different name...Dan Magres? No, doesn't ring a bell...Sam Danger? Ugh, no connection...Gram Nads? Stupid! Stupid me! None of these names ring a bell. I put a head in my hand. Why did that name bug me? Why did it sound familiar? My mind reeled again, and I thought of the past few days...Why Edgar forbidded me to go into the rooms...Why I was locked away from Bruce and any other contact...Why he loved to see me fall apart...What if...Cross out the E, and put it first...the D, put it after...the G...the A...R...M...A...S...O...N...Cross out the A, and put it first just to be sure...then the D...the A...M...G...E...R...O...N...S...I dropped the pen, and looked at the broken creaky floorboard. Prying it open, I saw a black box. Taking it out, I opened it...A black gun lay inside, neatly in its place...On its holster was engraved the initials AG-EM...If Adam Gerons killed my parents, then that means...

Edgar Mason, my uncle, killed my parents.

(A/N: Let me know what you guys think! I'm trying to get this done before May is over becaue A: I'm getting a job at Build-A-Bear B: I have a lead (Taylor) in a Summer Production of High School Musical and C: I really want to get this done. So let me know what you guys think, and what should happen next. Ideas are alway welcome. Review please)