Chapter 4! Whoa, been a while guys, so sorry about that.

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Chapter 4

KylePOV

After Dick showed me around all the ins and outs of the greatest house ever, he led me to the dining room for dinner. Bruce was sitting at the far end, the head and Dick took a seat at the other end. So I took the chair right smack dab in the middle. It was sort of awkward, yet totally mind blowing at the same time.

Then Alfred came out with a plate the size of my head loaded with everything. And when I say everything. I mean everything. There was a big juicy steak, with sauce. Potatoes, corn, green beans, and bread all surrounded it. I'm pretty sure I felt jaw drop open. Alfred gave me a worried look.

"Are you quite alright Miss? Is everything okay?" He asked in that English accent of his.

"I've never seen so much food." I said. Usually my diet consisted of McDonald's, Lion King, and the occasional banana. But I have a high metabolism, so I was still pretty skinny. Hey, it was quick and cheap, don't judge.

"Well I hope you like it." He smiled, walking back to the kitchen. I nodded and started chowing down. It was silent for a good twenty minutes before Bruce piped up.

"Don't forget Dick, we've got the museum dedication tomorrow." He said, so lowly but sternly that I wondered if Dick could hear it. Obviously he did, because he muttered something but nodded. Then Bruce looked at me. "Would you like to come Kyle?" He asked with a smile.

I nodded, wiping my mouth. "You bet!" I grinned.

"Well, we'll need a story on why you're staying with me." Bruce said, thinking it over. "Foster kid?" He asked to himself, then shook his head. "No, no. Niece?" he murmured. "That could work, I could say I've got a distant sister and she passed away..." he pondered, rubbing his chin. "Yes, that will work nicely." he nodded, then looked at me. "Kyle, you will be posing as my niece from my distant sister."

I nodded calmly. But on the inside I was freaking out. In a good way. Niece of Bruce Wayne, nice.

"Alright then. Now it's early in the morning, so you'd better get to bed. Dick and I are going on patrol. Alfred will show you to your room." He said, standing up. I was about to ask if I could come with, but I held my tongue. So I nodded and followed Alfred up the endless staircase.

He led me up to a room and opened the door. Once again I felt my jaw drop. The room was like five times the size of my room in my apartment. There was a sweet king sized bed that looked so comfortable that I could already feel the coziness of it. And then the huge windows looking over the courtyard weren't bad either. Oh, and there was a fireplace. A fireplace.

"Goodnight young lady." Alfred said, leaving me to the awesomeness that was this room. After looking around, I realized how tired I actually was. I kicked off my shoes and threw back the covers. I got in and melted into the bed, God it felt like a temperpedic!

I was asleep within seconds.

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"Please Kyle." My mom whispered in my subconscious. I looked around in the darkness, but couldn't find her. "I know you can do it." it sounded like she was crying. "Please..." I wanted to comfort her, tell her I was fine. But i couldn't find my voice. "Please Kyle..please try..." Her voice was drifting away. I wanted to ask her, "try what mom?" but nothing came out.

"Please Kyle. I love you honey. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." she said, her voice was just wind.

And then I was alone.

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I woke up with a start to the smell of eggs and bacon. What was that dream about? Try what exactly? I sat up and rubbed my face. I looked on the armchair in the corner to find clean cloths on it. I got up and examined the cloths. Black dress pants, with a dressy blue top thing. Not really my style, but at least it wasn't pink. I slipped in the shower that was attached to my room and put on the cloths, which you know wouldn't be complete without my chucks. I put my hair up in a tight ponytail and bounded down the stairs to the kitchen, where Bruce and Dick were in identical slick suits.

"Snazzy." I commented. Bruce smiled and glanced up and down at me. He's eyes stopped at my feet.

"No." He said, gesturing to my chucks.

"These are my only shoes." I said.

"Not anymore." He said, handing me some black flats that fit me perfectly. After a delicious breakfast, Bruce and Dick led me to a limo. A limo. Never have I lived so fancy folks. As we were driving, Bruce opened the sunroof and I had use all of my will power to resist the urge to stick my head out of it and yell 'YEAAAAA!'. It was not easy, let me tell you.

A few miles later we arrived at a snazzy museum that read, 'GOTHAM CITY MUSEUM OF MODERN AND CLASSICAL ART'.

"Just keep smiling and act like you want to be here." Dick murmured to me before he followed Bruce and his date out of the limo. I followed suit, and was immediately blind from all the flashing lights and TV cameras. I frowned and blinked a few thousand times before I could see, then put on my best smile and sat next to Dick behind the podium where Bruce was getting ready to speak.

He tapped the microphone and the press quieted down quickly. "Ahem. Hello everyone. I'm happy to dedicate this museum to the fine city of Gotham." He smiled one of those famous smiles that only he could do and it was immediately photographed. "Any questions?"Almost everyone's hand shot up.

After like twenty minutes of questions, he called on a person in the front. She cleared her throat.

"Yes, um, Gotham Gazette. Who's the young lady in the back." She asked, pointing straight at me. I subconsciously sank down in my chair.

Bruce grinned. "Ah yes, this is my niece, Kyle Wayne. Stand up Kyle." He said, giving me a nod. I swear, the playboy Bruce and the Dark Night are like polar opposites of each other. Playboy Bruce was fun loving and friendly. But Batman was serious and dangerous. Kudos to Bob Kane for creating such a freaking cool character.

But anyway, I stood up and sat down quickly, feeling the blood flush from my face as the news cameras trained on me. I may not show it, but I have horrible stage fright. It's not something I like to flaunt. I'm usually really confident in everything I do, but put me in front of a crowd of at least twenty and I'm a shakin' like a leaf.

"So, without further adieu, I present the newest Gotham Museum." Bruce said, cutting the ribbon with some giant pair of scissors. People filed in for what I assumed was the after nudged me.

"Now the real boring stuff begins." He said, going in. I took a breathe and followed.

It couldn't be that bad.

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