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I raced to my room, and opened the window wide. The cold air blew on me as I changed into my dark blue hoodie, and jeans. I wanted to go onto the roof. I wanted to be someplace safe. The roof was my only safe place. Frantically, I climbed out my window, nd pulled mysel up. I couldn't believe what I saw. I held my head and took deep breaths. My uncle killed my parents. How come I didn't see it before? Each gasp turned into nothin but muffled cries. My hands reached my throat. I needed air. I couldn't breathe. Literally. I couldn't breathe. I broke down. Falling to my knees, I sobbed quietly into my hands...No, I can't cry. I can't afford it anymore. Wiping my tears away, I crawled to a corner of the roof, and hugged myself. I want to sleep. I want to close my eyes and dream away this awful day and night. Desperatly, I want to fly away. Putting the hoodie over my head, I closed my eyes and rested. I was breathing regulary now. Maybe I had some sort of anxiety attack. The wind blew a bit hard, but I didn't mind. It felt good. It kissed my tear stained cheeks, drying them from any unhappiness. I thought I heard a woosh of air, but I declared it my imagination. However, I felt a hand brush stray hairs away from my face. Jolting out of my peaceful stage, I let out a gasp, but a sigh of relief as I saw the concerned face of Batman.

"Hi," I said softly.

"What are you doing up here?" the Batman askde me, his voice growling softly.

...Should I tell him? I don't know what to do. If I don't tell himabout being phyisically abused, and the true anger of my uncle, I'll be forever in captivity. But if I tell him, Batman will take me away from here, and keep me safe. But then I would still be in danger. What should I do?

"I wanted to think," I lied, shrugging. "I've had a lot on my mind lately,"

I think this is the first time I've ever lied to Batman. Let me tell you, it didn't feel good. I wn't be able to keep it up for long. Somehow, he'll find out what's going on.

"I climbed up here," I continued as I stood up, a bit of pain aching in my whole body

"You look weak," Batman commented as I walked to the other side of the roof

"Yeah, well, I've been sick again today,"

Another lie. I wasn't sick at all. I was locked in my room for most of the day.

"What about you?" I asked quietly, changing the subject. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," he replied, gutturaly. "You didn't look so good the other night,"

"I know...Thanks for helping me out. I really needed a fr--someone to be there with me. What time did you go?"

"Before sunrise. Your fever broke a couple of hours after you fell asleep,"

I nodded, comprehending what he was saying to me. Facing him, I looked into his eyes...those soft light green eyes...My head ached again, so I held it. Groaning a bit, I turned away from the Batman, as if to not let him know what was going on. But he noticed it anway.

"What's wrong?" he asked me.

"Nothing," I dismissed it. "It's nothing,"

"...Listen. There's something I need to tell you,"

I sighed a bit.

"Can it wait?" I asked.

"...I suppose..."

It looked like he really wanted to tell me something. But I didn't want to know just yet...At least...No. I don't want to know. Not now. My body was hurting all over from the hits I had recieved. I'm just lucky none of the bruises appeared yet., and that my hoodie was hiding the ones on my face. I just hope he doesn't ask me to take it off my head.

"What's this?" Batman pointed at my neck.

I looked down a bit, and saw my locket, shining in the moonlight. My first thought was to hide it, but then I stopped. He went for so long searching who killed my parents, he didn't even know their faces. I unclapsed it around my neck, and gave it to him

"I got it on my 8th birthday," I spoke as he studied the pictures inside. "My mom had one just like it,"

"...You look like your mother," Batman remarked.

"I know,"

"And you have your father's eyes,"

"I know,"

"They loved you very much,"

"...I know,"

I had sobbed out that last response. This was pathetic. I was crying when I can't anymore. The next thing I knew, I was slowly being pulled toward the Batman. He held me there, against his hard chest. At first I resisted his sympathy, but sometimes people know what's good for you, even if you dont want it. He held my head and stroked it. I felt warm and safe in his arms as he hugged me tight. I hugged him back. I had never expected this to happen. He held me with a gentle touch this time. The other times, he was rough and strange. But, like I said to Alfred before, I felt like I've known Batman for a long time.

"Batman?" I started.

"Yes," he answered.

"Can you teach me to fly?"

"...No, but I can take you for a flight,"

I couldn't remember the last time I flew. But I remember the feeling I had once recieved when my story first bega. Wrapping me in his cape, I hung onto the Batman, curling my arms around his neck. I took a deep breath.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Hang on,"

I didn't even know that we took off until I really saw that we were flying. Overlooking the city, I felt I was set free. I was calm, quiet, and I would only feel the slightest aches in my body once in a while. Sometimes, I thought Batman noticed me wince a bit, but I guess he didn't because he didn't say anything. I didn't want to tell him about my problem for fearing it would gt bigger and bigger. I know it's stupid and prideful, but the last thing I want was for people to get hurt. Somewhere inside, I wanted to punish Edgar for what he's done. I wanted to be angry at him, but it hurt. It took all that I had not to wince. I almost fell asleep while I was flying, and I was planning my next move in order to get away as quickly as possible. But a gush of wind was enough to wake me up. My arms were aching a bit. They did before, but not as much as now. I showed no expression on my face. I had expected to feel a rush of freedom when we started to fly, but I wasn't feeling it. I suppose I had gotten use to it a small bit. Although, I still wanted to feel it again. I wanted to be free. I wanted a huge weight to be lifted off of me. But I would have to work hard to get my freedom back. Problem was, though, I would have to do it alone. This wasn't a group problem. This was a "me" problem. We glided over the city, lights through tiny windowsof sky scrapers showing us the way through the night. I sighed a bit.

"What's wrong?" the Batman asked softly.

"A lot of things," I replied in a small voice.

"Here,"

In a moment, we were swooping toward a particular building. After we had landed, I was gently set on my feet. Folding my arms, I was silent. Whatever was bothering me, the Batman wanted to know. But I couldn't tell him. It would cause a serious problem. I didn't want anyone to get hurt...But something inside me told me tha this will not go away without any bloodshed.

"You're afraid something's going to happen," Batman declared

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. But yes, I was afraid something was going to happen. And it was getting close. So close. Closer with each shaky breath I took. The wind seemed to be colder to me. I shivered. The Batman moved toward me to put his cape around me, but I backed away. If he touched me around the shoulders, and I flinced, then questions would be raised. Slowly, Batman decided to leave me alone for a bit.

"Sarah," he said in a gentle way. "What I have to tell you is very important,"

"...Batman, do you keep secrets from people you care about?" I asked changing the subject again.

"...I have to,"

"Why? I mean, do people know who you are? Who you really are?"

"Some do,"

"Did you tell them, or did they have to find out?"

"...I told them...Why are you asking me this? Are you keeping a secret?"

"...I keep secrets everyday! I kept the secret of meeting you since the night at the docks, I kept Bruce a secret--"

"What secret?"

I jumped a bit. That was a bit sudden, and it scared me out of my wits. Althogh his eyes were soft, which tempted me into telling my secret about Bruce,"

"Last Sunday," I started. "Bruce was really sick. Alfred didn't want me to get sick too, so he told me I had to stay with Rachel for a while. But--for some reason, Alfred told me to tell me people he was on some business trip...That's the only secret I've kept for him, but I feel like there's more...Ugh. Why am I telling you all this?...Why do I feel like there's more secrets to keep?"

I looked down a bit, hugging myself, as if to hide the covered bruises that were forming, and I could feel them so much, it hurt. Once again, the Batman came toward me, but once again, I backed away. He looked at me with the same softness in his eyes. I shook my head.

"Please don't look at me like that," I told him softly. "It makes me scared,"

Batman nodded, understanding.

"I don't want to keep anymore secrets," I declared.

"...We all keep secrets. Whether we like it or not,"

(A/N: Sorry this was kind of a short chapter. But I hope you guys liked it. Review please!)