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Rated M: For language and sexual content.

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Previously on Weak:

"We're home!" Richard says, smiling as he looks around the manor. Richard always loved this place.

Bruce heads straight to the study. "Don't worry about him…" Richard mutters, as he sees my concerned expression.

He takes my hand, "I'm going to the library and get some work done. Feel free to ask Alfred for anything. But please don't go out. You should get some rest." He kisses my temple.

I nod with a small smile.

Something's bothering me. As Richard disappears into the hallway, I sprint into Bruce's office.

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Before I can open my mouth to excuse myself for interrupting in his work, I find myself in an empty office. Where's Bruce?

I start to walk around his office. His office is completely neat and empty. If anything this really isn't his study. I don't think I've ever seen Bruce work in here ever. For a workaholic CEO, he's unrealistically neat. If he does not use it to work then…what for? This doesn't make any sense. I have no time to play hide-and-seek!

What I really want to know is Richard and Bruce's situation. Why does Bruce want him home all of a sudden? Why is there a tension between them? What is Bruce hiding? What is Richard hiding? Why is Richard's position in the company so important? He makes it sound like Bruce is ready to retire… but Bruce is not even close to retiring.

I feel so out of the loop. I sit in the chair, grabbing the arms of the chair and leaning back. And before I know it, I'm falling. Fast. Pitch. Black. I almost want to scream but I can't. My world is spinning and before I can exhale I land on a platform. The echo of my impact vibrating in the dim cave. I hear the soft sound of flapping. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness.

"So… you've found me."

Bruce walks out from the darkness, with his hands behind his back.

"Where am I?" I ask, assessing my surroundings.

"That's not the right question to be asking right now," he pauses, "why are you here right now, Kory?"

I step closer to him to get a better look at his face. "Well, I was in your office. And then I was falling. So I should be asking you, why am I here, Bruce."

"I need— I need you to understand something. But it's a lot to take in and I'm not sure if you want to take it slow—"

"—I'd rather you get it over with before I start freaking out. Because if you haven't noticed, the darkness makes me nervous." I can feel shivers go down my spine and my breathing is getting heavy.

"I apologize," he walks off and turns on the lights. Everything is revealed. I'm speechless. I know what this place is. But how could I not have known? I realized now I did not know Bruce as much as I knew… or Richard for that matter. How long…?

Why do I feel a familiarity when I'm here?

"Korinna…" he touches my shoulder in concern.

I feel myself tear up. There's something that doesn't add up here. "Why am I here, Bruce?" My voice nervous and impatient.

"I—I don't know where to start."

"You're Batman." My words silenced the cave.

Bruce almost looks nervous as he looks into my eyes. "Yes."

I look down, "How did I not know…? All this time… did Richard know?"

I thought to myself… back in high school he was the hot shot. Every girl was obsessed with him and so was I. I almost feel embarrassed to be standing next to Bruce who was the fantasy of not only young women but high school girls of my generation!

"Richard knew when I took him in. I don't think he trusted me until he found out."

"Why are you telling me now? You've kept this from me for how long? Even when we were…somewhat together…"

"I didn't want to complicate your life. Alfred has been with me all this time. And Richard… he is going to continue on my legacy…That is why you are here…"

"What?!" I am absolutely winded. Richard… the new superhero of Gotham City? I can't even breathe. Something overwhelming floods my brain and before I know what memory awakes me… everything turns black once again. Into the darkness…

FLASHBACK

We were out. It was a sunny day; father was taking me out to the market in our hometown. I was excited because father didn't have much time for us. He was always working and he was a very important man.

We decided we wanted to have a picnic in our backyard and we needed fresh ingredients because mother was going to make me my favourite cake. Strawberry cheesecake.

I remember holding my father's hand as we walked casually in the streets. Then things happened too quickly. I heard a loud bang… my father's blank eyes. When I opened my eyes, I had a surging pain in my head and I was covered with red. Red blood. And I remember screaming. I woke up the next few times screaming.

My father was murdered.

Mother was by my side, holding my hand…begging me to stop crying. Every time I woke up, I could feel the pain in my heart. My father was taken from me. Screaming when I woke up…something died in me that day. But one day, I decided I did not want to feel pain anymore. My mother couldn't stand our hometown. Despite the murderer being arrested, it wasn't enough for my mother. My mother was depressed for a really long time.

I remember moving into town. I remember running away the first night. I couldn't stay in one place. I was an impulsive child. I didn't care what happened to me as long as I could stop feeling the endless longing for my father. He was gone. Forever. And it's not like he died of cancer or of old age. He was murdered. For no reason.

I was happy and instantly that happiness was taken away.

Whatever happiness I could have had, I couldn't see it then.

I was running on the dark streets of Gotham, definitely not the safest place to be especially past midnight. I remember wearing baggy jeans, a loose sweater and a big enough beanie to tuck in all my hair. I wasn't stupid I wanted to blend in.

Nonetheless, I managed to catch some thug's attention as I was getting chased.

My lungs were burning. My heart achingly pumping as much blood through my system. FEAR. That's what kept me going. The fear of getting caught. The fear of getting hurt or even dying. But for once the pain of my father's death was out of sight.

It boiled down to survival.

I had found an alleyway and climbed the fire escape, hoping perhaps someone would let me in. It had been raining that night and with my old Converse, running was not in my favour.

After turning a corner, I had slipped and with the momentum of my body I was over the edge and falling. I don't remember hearing myself scream but I was. Everything went silent and before I knew it was black.

My eyes were opening and then immediately closing. My body was weak. I could hear voices. No light, but voices.

A man was hovering over me. All I could get was his eyes. I don't remember what colour they were but they were deep and kind. Maybe it was a boy… my memory fails me…

"She's the girl from the newspaper, isn't she? The one who's father died?" a boy's voice.

There was silence. If he had been talking to someone, he probably nodded his head because the boy continued.

"She's like us… Can she stay?"

The other stranger must have shaken his head at this because there was a silence from the young boy.

The other stranger whispered, "Leave her, Robin."

I wish I had been able to open my eyes to see who my rescuers were.

I woke up the next day in my own bed. As if nothing had happened. I never questioned my mother the next day. It was if the whole night never happened. But I knew that whoever saved me that night I was grateful. I only had a small scar on my right wrist to prove that it was indeed not a dream.

It was a sign. If my father was watching over me… maybe he sent my rescuers. He was trying to tell me that I had a reason to stay alive despite not knowing what that reason was.

My knees buckle underneath me, Bruce is immediately next to me.

"Kory!" he kneels beside me.

The computer screens in the bat cave blink red and alarms siren. Intruder Alert. It seemed the bat cave had registered me as unknown personnel. Alfred immediately followed in from a hidden door to find himself surprised to see me there in the secret lair of Batman.

"Master Bruce?" he asks in confusion.

"Alfred, continue." Bruce gestures to the screen.

Alfred approaches the monitors and types in a password. The different news channels appear on separate monitors.

"…what of Batman? Does his absence represent the "end"? Where is Batman? Many years ago, there was sightings of an accomplice—possibly a partner with Batman. Perhaps he would eventually take on the role as Gotham's hero. But it seems Batman's 2 year hiatus has Gotham's criminals confident that he may not return. This is Clarkson on Gotham Night News. Good night."

This was the responsibility that Bruce intended for Richard.

"Bruce, you need to tell me the truth all of it…" I said sternly, my eyes staring straight into his. Unwavering, he could he see the intensity of my request.

Bruce was very thorough with his explanation. He started where my memory failed. He rescued me that night. He was out patrolling and he could see the thug chasing me. He wanted to corner us to defend me better but when I had slipped he had no choice but to save me immediately. The impact of me hitting his dark, armoured body winded me.

Richard was Robin then. It was his nickname when his parents and brother had passed away. He was never publicly known as Robin. So it never occurred to me the connection between Richard and Robin. They were indeed the same person. The young boy who sympathized with the frightened girl who had just lost her father to murder.

The reason why Babs was so close to Richard in high school was because he and her were Bruce's protégées at some point. They had almost spent every moment to train together. They were to be Batman's successors. But when Barbara made it clear that she wasn't going to take that responsibility, she moved out and that strained her relationship with Richard.

Richard was devastated of course. He wanted to be Batman's successor. He thought justice was the most important thing after his parents died. Perhaps his justice was a misguided revenge. But he loved Barbara; she was his first love after all.

She believed the space was going to help Richard realize that she wasn't his and that he was the perfect successor. The more Bruce explained, the more everything fell into place.

Richard wanted to fight for love. He wanted a life that was his. And despite wanting some type of justice or revenge, he knew that having someone there to love and to love him back was more than he could ever need.

That's when he met me. He could feel the love that he felt for Barbara but instead of giving it, he was receiving from me. For awhile, it was enough for him. But he eventually knew that he wasn't going to get Barbara out of his head and he wasn't going to continue hiding it. I realized that this was the time I doubted love—his love and rashly broke up with him.

It gave him time to think.

"I believe he deserved some space and that he needed a peace of mind that Barbara was no longer in the picture. But he cared for you. He loved you despite how he couldn't give himself fully. He cares for you even more now because he knows what you mean to him." Bruce's words came calm but deep down there was envy in them.

Bruce, although a man of compassion, was not in any way lucky when it came to matters of love. And that made my heart break a little. Bruce also deserved more, especially in that department.

Even with all the reasoning with Babs, I started to realize why Richard hadn't come earlier. He was making sure that he was making the right choice. His choice was me and giving up being a hero. He would continue to take over Wayne Industries, no doubt.

Bruce and him must have fought over and over. Bruce was ready to live a life of his own. He was starting to lose his compassion… and I could see in his eyes the envy had for Richard for having the ability to love and be loved.

I felt this overwhelming feeling of guilt. I was taking away this city's protection. I was protected by Bruce once, and it turned my life around. How about the countless individuals who were going through the same things? Crime could not be stopped but it can be controlled. And without Richard, our society would fall apart.

I knew then that Richard had to take responsibility and I had the responsibility to make sure that he did.

"Hey." Richard had entered my room. "Why aren't you unpacking?" He was behind me now, wrapping his arms around me and placing soft kisses on my shoulder.

My silence concerned him.

"Star, are you going to tell me what's going on?" he said into my hair, kissing it.

What do I tell him? I had a responsibility now. I was in his way of becoming the savior of Gotham. I had to break his heart this time. But how?

I turned around to face him but I had lost my voice. I looked up, thinking that he could inspire me to say the right words. I was wrong. I felt the sudden urge to kiss him… for him to hold me. Love me.

The attraction between was irresistible. I forcibly pressed my lips onto his, hungry. I could feel him tense as I catch him by surprise. I could feel his reluctance of my lips. I deepen the kiss and my fingers running through his hair. I know this turns him on. And he eventually retreats… giving into my passion.

He breaks off from me, "Kory…" His eyes were more concerned than before.

I look down and close my eyes. Trying to focus on lying and wearing that lie on my face. Can I really lie to Richard now? We've just made up. And here I am breaking his heart. I needed a plan but I couldn't formulate that plan here. I needed to escape.

He began planting soft kisses on my face. First, softly on the lips. Both of my cheeks and even my dainty nose. He kisses my eyes and I could feel my body tense. His left arm was wrapped tightly around my waist and his right hand was rubbing my earlobes, heightening all my senses.

"Oh God…" I exhale. This is torture.

"Relax… we're going slow. Maybe agonizingly slow."

I look away, "Stop it."

"Look at me," I face him once again, "You're definitely hiding something… Korinna?" his face turns into a worried one.

"I'm just a little stressed to be on my own with the company. We're setting up here and if we're going to survive in this city, we need to make our presence known. This means a lot of promotional parties, advertising, meetings with other companies and perhaps publicity, which isn't the route I want to go in." Yes, my excuse was work.

And he bought it, "Star, you know I'm here if you really need it. I am devoted to you, I may have responsibilities at Wayne Industries but I can say I can support you in your career as well."

I nodded. "I'm going to sleep early tonight."

"Do you want me to stay?" His eyes searching mine again.

"No, it's ok… I'm ready to pass out." I quickly said, as I headed towards to the door so that he could leave.

I already hated this.

I had a reason to do all this. I love him. But if it weren't for Bruce that night I wouldn't be here. And if Richard was going to be that person to someone else, I would truly be grateful. It's not like I wasn't going to see him anymore. I just know I could never have him fully. I had to make him think that I'm no longer the girl that was in love with him last year. Make him believe that he couldn't undo the past no matter what he did.

I would care for him but becoming his only focus would tear me apart.

I wanted him to be the best he could be. And judging from what Bruce had told me in the bat cave, Richard wanted it. He wanted to risk his life and limb to protect the people. He was always good at that. Protecting and sheltering people. But from his own actions, he didn't want to lose me. He wanted me in his life. So I wasn't going to run away this time.

I could afford to love him but to be his forever… that seemed too good to be true.

Thank you everyone for your patience! It's been a super long time since I've updated this one. I've been dealing with finishing up with school and obviously some Writer's Block. I had written the majority of this chapter a year ago and decided just today that I had to rewrite so it would go a different direction.

I'm really glad that I could add some elements from Batman and Robin storylines while creating my own with Kory's past that links with her, Bruce and Richard. I'm also looking forward to adding more elements to her career and her friendships. I really want to build a little more depth before I conclude this fanfic. I think it will be 10 chapters in total. With that being said, these next few chapters might be lengthy.

AiZoey

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