Chapter 3

All night he lay on his side watching her. Finally it was morning and he saw her stirring but before he could leap out of the bed a pair of blue green eyes snapped open and locked with his own.

"Ahhhh! Rapist, get away from me!" screamed the girl as she jumped out of bed and fell onto the ground. She slid further and further away across the concrete floor as Bruce came yelling closer.

"Stop! I'm not going to hurt you!" he tried to tell her as he approached her slowly until he was only metres away from the wall the wall she had backed herself against. Her eyes showed her panic and fear. He was only a metre away when he knelt down to her level so he could look her in the eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, please" She was shaking slightly and her eyes were now filled with tears

"Please don't hurt me! Please!" she pleaded with him as her tears ran down her bruised cheeks. His eyes pleaded with her, trying to show he meant her no harm. There was something in those deep brown eyes of his that calmed her. Ever so slowly she nodded her head; showing him that she trusted him. Slightly warily she took in the man in front of her. He wore no shirt, only a pair of grey sweat pants. He had hard chiselled abs and shoulders. There were bruises on his stomach and arms and a few knife wounds. He was clearly a fighter but she was drawn back to those mesmerising eyes of his. Something in them made her wonder if he was lonely and hurt. Maybe he had been through the same things as she. "Who are you?" the girl whispered quietly. She recognised his face from the TV, but couldn't think of who he was.

"My name is Bruce Wayne" he replied in an equally quiet tone. He took in her battered appearance for the second time today. It was easier to see all her features now that she was crouching in front of him instead of lying next to him. Her frame was petite and her skin was a soft tan. She looked like a broken doll with her dark brown hair and big teary eyes that looked into his own; a strange mix of blue and green. Her nose was somewhat small and pert. And she had kissable lips that were the colour of pink roses. In short she was beautiful. She could have been a model for all he knew. But the bruises on her face and around her neck told him differently. And the cuts on her arm were not just made today. Her hands and arm showed old faded white scars.

Bruce reached closer slowly with his hand and stroked her face. "Who did this to you?" he whispered. She reached up and removed his hand from her face but didn't let go of it but held it in her lap.

"My friend" she replied simply. She saw the anger in his eyes but she was not afraid. It wasn't the anger she saw in Dean's eyes. This man 'Bruce Wayne' was being protective of her. And that in itself was a small relief. "Where am I?" she whispered as she looked warily behind him.

"What it that?" came the small whisper as she locked eyes with the Tumbler. Looking from the Tumbler and Bruce it made a connection in her mind. "Y-your Batman!"