Hey guys I hope you all had a nice holiday. Anyway here's the next chapter.

Emotional Rush

Abby crashed on to her bed, silently letting tears slide down her face. She didn't want to believe anything right now. Emotions were flooding her brain at the moment. Love wanted to hug Bruce to death. Anger wanted to rip him to shreds. Sadness wanted to cry to death and ask him why he hated her so much to leave her. Common sense simply just wanted to see Bruce's side of the story, but Abby barely listened to that sense these days.

Maybe going for a night walk might help, she thought. Abby slipped on her jean jacket and opened her window. Her mother wouldn't approve of her going for a walk at this time of night especially out the window. But when did she ever listen to the rules? It was chilly outside. Something else to get her father off her mind, the weather. Abby jumped to the nearest tree. She grasped a large branch and let go. The stars were out that night. Gotham's city lights prevented her from seeing many stars, so Abby took every moment to enjoy the stars.

The dim lamp lights guided Abby's way through the dark streets of Gotham. It had been a few hours since she had left her home. She didn't care how far she went, just as long as Abby was away from her past for awhile. In some ways Abby wished her life could've been like Renee Kendal's. It was crazy, but at least Renee had a father that cared about her behind that fake face of hers.

Abby stopped. She thought she had enough time away from home. She turned around finding herself in an unknown place. I guess I'd better retrace my footsteps, thought Abby before heading back home. She passed through a dark alley way on her way. Abby figured she could take a short cut through there. If there were criminals waiting for her on the other side she would just knock them out with a few punches.

Darkness seemed to engulf most of the alley way. Abby began to regret not taking a flashlight.

"Hey, you!" shouted a voice.

She spun around. A figure was standing in what was left of the light. Abby continued her path, but she still could feel the man behind her. Something blocked her from going a further. She placed her hands to feel to object. A brick wall. Fear began to swallow her. Abby turned around to find the man right in front of her, holding up a gun.

"Give me your money!" he ordered.

"I don't have any money," she said quietly.

This was true. Abby didn't bother to bring any money or let alone her cell phone with her. He put the gun closer to her face.

"Liar," he said darkly.

Abby closed her eyes. As much as she wanted to fight back, she was afraid. She knew this was the end. Abby cursed herself a million times for having that argument with Rachel. Silence suddenly occurred. She carefully opened her eyes. The man was gone. Confusion hit her. Abby could've sworn he was right there. She shook it off and walked out of the alley way.

A gang was waiting for her on the other side. The man must've been with the gang before. She avoided as much contact as she could and pressed on her path.

"Hey! Where are going?" asked one of the men.

She ignored them. Her heart was beating faster than ever now. Abby could feel them coming in faster. In her fear, she broke into a run. This was a mistake. She wasn't that fast of a runner and her clumsiness prevented her from going any faster. Abby miscalculated her footing causing her to fall hard on the sidewalk.

The men rushed over in her time of weakness.

"Aren't you a little too young to be out here on your own?" teased one of the men.

One of them pulled Abby up roughly by the arm. She struggled for her life, but they were stronger than she thought.

"Let me go you big idiots!" she shouted.

"Did you hear that she wants to be let go."

The man holding her pressed a gun to her forehead.

"You shoot that, you die," threatened Abby.

"Not if I kill you first."

She heard the man arm his gun. Abby looked at the sky, helpless.

"Put her down," said a dark voice.

Abby recognized the voice. She took her gaze off of the sky and looked back up at the man. He was being strangled by the Batman. The man let Abby drop roughly to the ground.

"Gently, please," she said sourly, rubbing her head.

Batman let the man go. Him and the rest of his gang scurried off into the night. She looked back up at Batman. Her trust with him was still not decided. He gazed down hard at her. It was hard to decipher what his emotions were behind the mask.

"Are you alright?" he asked, holding out a hand.

"In a way, yes," her voice wasn't as confident as it was with the muggers. Batman seemed to be more imitating to her more than the muggers were.

Abby refused his hand and got up on her own.

"What were you doing out here on your own?"

"I could ask the same."

He stood silent and unmoving.

"Helping Gotham," he finally answered. "Now answer my question."

"I-I just needed to go for a walk," said Abby. "Get some things off of my mind."

"It's not safe for you to be out here alone," advised Batman.

"Geez, you sound like my mom," she huffed.

"Maybe because it is dangerous."

"Look, I have to go before my Mom finds out that I'm gone," Abby pushed her way past Batman.

"Your mother doesn't know you're gone," his voice sounded more like a stern parent than a masked vigilante.

"Okay, now you're really starting to sound like my mom," said Abby, turning around.

"Answer the question."

"No, are you kidding? She wouldn't let me out at night even if it were life threatening," she said, crossing her arms. "As you can tell, I've never been that very keen to rules."

Abby looked back at Batman's direction, but he had already disappeared. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and walked back home.

Rachel didn't suspect anything the next morning. They just sat at the table in dead silence. She was still mad at Rachel for setting her up with her father. Rachel finally broke the silence.

"Are you all packed?"

"Nope," said Abby dryly, staring at her plate.

"Then why don't you start packing?" sighed Rachel.

"No."

"Abby, I'm only doing what's best for you."

"What exactly is best for me?"

Abby stared at Rachel with anger. Her mother sat there sat there in silence, biting her lip.

"That's all the silence I need."

She got up from her seat and stormed to her room. Her cell phone began to vibrate on her bedside table. Abby opened it and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me Aaron."

"Hey, Aaron," she replied melancholy.

"What's wrong?" asked Aaron with concern.

"Nothing," said Abby, quietly.

"C'mon, you know I know you better that," he said, "now tell me what's wrong."

"You wouldn't believe it."

"Try me," challenged Aaron.

"Ok, my father's alive," she said plainly.

"I know," he sighed.

"What?"

"It's on the media everywhere," explained Aaron.

"How come I never saw this?"

"I dunno, I just hid every newspaper and blocked every TV from you until your mom had the guts to tell you."

Abby gave a small laugh at Aaron's joke. He always had the gift to make her feel better.

"Why do you always do that?" said Abby, grinning.

"Do what?"

"Make me laugh when I don't want to laugh."

"I don't know, I'm just a good friend," he admitted. "Plus I get paid to do this, so…"

She couldn't help, but laugh again.

"Shut up," said Abby, through her laugh.

"Now if I did that you wouldn't be laughing now wouldn't you?"

"Anyway, what was the real reason why you called?" asked Abby as soon as she stopped laughing.

"Yeah, I forgot to give you back your boxing gloves," he said, "you left them at the gym the other day."

"Oh thanks, I didn't even know I lost them," she sighed.

"No problem, so when do you want me to bring them over?"

"Now would be good."

"Why the urgency?" asked Aaron.

"I'm staying over at my father's house for few weeks, enough said," said Abby, sourly.

"Alright then, I'll be there in a few minutes," said Aaron. "If my mom will let me out."

"Ok, I'll see you then."

Abby slowly hung up the phone. She looked at her empty suitcase and heavily sighed. I might as well, she thought. Her suitcase was almost packed when the doorbell rang. It could either be Aaron or her father. She hoped it was option one. In which case, Abby gathered all of her things and headed towards the living room.

Rachel was busy talking to someone at the door when she entered the living room.

"Please let it be a business man, please let it be a business man," she repeated anxiously to herself.

Unfortunately, her wishes did not come true. Rachel moved aside revealing Bruce Wayne. She stood there paralyzed. Her heart had skipped a few beats in shock that he was really back. Bruce looked in Abby's direction and smiled.

"Abby."

"That's my name don't wear it out," she said, snapping out of her Trans.

"Abby," said Rachel, sharply.

"Sorry," Abby apologized. "It's good to see you again."

This remark wasn't all true of course. Abby was still deciding how she felt. Bruce stepped toward her smiling with joy.

"Wow, you've grown," he said in astonishment.

"Yeah, I hit a growth a spurt," said Abby, sourly.

"I think you two might want to get going," suggested Rachel. "Abby might still have some homework to get done. Plus she might as well get started on that punishment we agreed on."

"Wait, what punishment?" Abby had forgotten that they didn't exactly discuss a punishment for her.

"The punishment where you stay at your father's house," explained Rachel," and not being able to go out unless it's with your father or going to school."

Abby wanted to rip her hair right off her own head. Could this get any worse? Thought Abby.

"Well, you'd better get going."

She struggled to pick up her heavy bags.

"Here let me help," offered Bruce.

He took her suitcase off of her hands. Abby in return stared at him with a straight face.

"Thanks," she said, dryly.

She stormed out the door without even one glance to Rachel. Abby didn't know who to be madder at. Rachel: the one who caused this to happen or Bruce: the one who left for seven years and expected open arms opened for him. It was easy to find which car was Bruce's. The expensive car parked in front of her yard was a dead giveaway. She packed everything into the trunk and went to go sit in the passenger seat.

"Hey Abby!" shouted a familiar voice.

Abby turned around, smiling. Aaron stood there breathless.

"I see you finally came," she said.

"Yeah, sorry for the hold up," Aaron gasped for air, "my mom held me captive in my room until I could get it cleaned."

"Who could blame her, your room was an explosion waiting to happen."

"Well, anyway here are your boxing gloves," Aaron handed her Abby's boxing gloves.

"Thanks."

"Alright, let's hit the road Abby," said Bruce closing the trunk.

Abby's heart stopped for a split second in shock. She didn't even hear him come.

"Did you put my bag in the car?" asked Abby.

"Yeah, I just did."

Dang it, she thought. Bruce stood there for short while glancing at both Abby and Aaron.

"Oh right," she said, absentmindedly, "this is Aaron West, you remember him right?"

"I remember you," he said shaking Aaron's hand. "You and Abby used to make mud pies together."

"Yeah," said Aaron after being released from Bruce's grip. "I kind of remember you too, but then again I didn't have didn't have the greatest memory at age seven."

"That's because you would always run into your garage door on purpose," interjected Abby.

"Oh right, I don't remember that either."

"Gee, I wonder why," she said sarcastically.

"Anyway we'd better get going Abby," said Bruce, making his way towards the driver's seat.

"Good luck," Aaron whispered to Abby.

"Thanks and I'll see you soon."

She stepped into the care, giving one final wave to Aaron.

"Call me when you get there!" Rachel called from the doorstep.

"Okay!" Abby called back.

Bruce soon drove away from her old life as Abby once knew it. She slumped on the leather seat and looked out the window. It surprisingly sunny for a day that seemed so dark to Abby. A long silence came between them. What was there to say after seven years of no contact? It continued for a few minutes until Bruce spoke up.

"So, how old are you now? Thirteen?"

"Fourteen," corrected Abby.

Was it really that hard to remember her age? She was seven when he left and he comes back after seven years later. That kind of math didn't require a rocket scientist.

"Sorry, it's been a long time since I've seen you," he apologized.

"Same here," she answered dryly.

"What school are you going to now?"

"Gotham High."

"Are you involved in any clubs, organizations?"

"Yeah, I'm a boxer."

"You pack things?" Bruce gave her a confused look.

"No," said Abby, bitterly. "I'm talking about the boxing where you try to knock out your opponent in the rink."

"Really, I never thought your mother would let you go for that."

Abby turned to him slightly.

"It took a lot of convincing," said Abby.

"So, how are things going between you and Aaron?"

"What do you mean?"

Abby thought this was a silly question to ask.

"I mean, has your friendship gotten stronger?" he rephrased.

"You could say that, yeah," Abby didn't how to answer the question.

"The reason, I'm asking that is because that's how your mom and I started out."

Now Abby knew where this was going.

"And you guys had a kid at sixteen," she said sourly. "I got it."

"It doesn't have to end like that, but…"

"Just drop it."

Abby could sense they were getting closer to Wayne Manor. She had been there many times when her mom was still going to law school, so Abby knew the road pretty well. Her eye lids slowly closed, allowing her to drift into a deep sleep.

"Abby, time to wake up," her father gently shook her until she finally opened her eyes.

They finally made it to Wayne Manor. It hadn't changed since the last few numerous times she had been there. Abby got up and grabbed her bags out of the car. She headed with Bruce towards the front door to be greeted by Alfred.

"Good morning, Mr. and Miss Wayne," he smiled.

"'Morning Alfred."

"I see, you remember Alfred," said Bruce.

"Yes, I took care of her when Miss Dawes was busy with law school," answered Alfred.

"When did this happen?" asked Bruce curiously.

"After you left," said Abby, bitterly. "I'll go unpack."

She stumbled up to her room. If her friends were to come see her, they would be awed by the size of the mansion, but to Abby it was just a prison chamber. Her room at Wayne Manor was much bigger than it was at home. Abby began to put all of her clothes in her closet, not in a very neat way though. She then jumped on her bed and opened up her laptop. She opened the new message that appeared in her e-mail. It read:

IF YOU'RE MOTHER DOESN'T BACK OUT, BOTH OF YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.

Abby shuttered at this message. She looked at the sender, but she couldn't trace it back to who it was. It was probably just a cold sick joke someone sent her. But how could it be a joke if that person knew Rachel was trying to put Flacone's thugs in jail instead of Arkham Asylum? It could be Crane, but Abby highly doubted that.

"Hey Abby could you come down for a sec!" called Bruce.

"Yeah, I'll be down!"

She sighed closing her laptop. This was a matter that was worth looking into, but not now. Abby ran down the stairs, but couldn't find Bruce anywhere.

"Bruce?"

"I'm in here."

His call came from the living room. She found him sitting on the couch. He smiled when she walked in and gestured the seat next to him. Abby did the exact opposite and sat in the armchair next to the couch.

"Um…was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yeah, it's concerning you grounding," said Bruce whipping his smile.

Abby groaned.

"I know it's something you don't want to hear, but…"

"Look Bruce, I've got the basic idea for it," she interrupted. "I'm stuck here, plain as that."

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He was probably shocked by her response. Abby gained more than a growth spurt since he was gone.

"Can I go now?"

"Bruce?" he repeated.

"That's your name isn't it?" she answered sourly.

"Yeah, but what happened to 'Dad'?"

"I don't want to talk about this," Abby got up from her seat.

Bruce stopped her from going anywhere else.

"Abby, keeping these things in won't help anyone."

"Says you."

Abby tried to push her way through Bruce, but he was stronger than she thought.

"Can I please go to my room?"

"Not until you explain yourself."

"What is there to explain?!" she shouted incredulously.

"Possibly everything," he said sternly.

Abby gave Bruce a long glare.

"What happened to you?" he asked finally.

"That's funny, I was just going to ask the same thing," Abby sneered.

She slid past Bruce leaving him to stare into space. Abby wasn't sure if she was proud of what she had said, but anger had gotten the better of her. She snuggled herself into bed and cried herself to sleep. Was this nightmare ever going to end? Or the better question. Was this nightmare going to turn into a dream?

Thanks for reading guys! My other stories will be updated as soon as possible. I had finals last week so I had to do a lot of studying.

Peace out,

-Emyrox567