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Author's note: Here it is! A new chapter.Its a little short, so please forgive. Enjoy!

"Danny…? Danny, wake up." A voice was calling to her. It sounded familiar, but at the same time it seemed far away. What had just happened? Jackson killed Ryan. "Danny, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Come on Danny, wake up." Danny jolted awake. Startled she sat up. Where was she? She turned and saw the concerned face of Bruce Wayne, and everything rushed back into her memory.

As her brain was assaulted by images of her dream, Danny broke down and began sobbing uncontrollably. Bruce sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around the trembling woman. "Shh… it's ok… you're safe."

The memory of the night before came flooding back to her. They had talked until nearly 1:00 in the morning. Then, Bruce had shown her to the guest room. She'd slept, and then she'd had the dream. The images were still so fresh in her mind. She felt Bruce take her chin in his hand. "Danny…? Are you alright?"

She shook her head. Am I alright? Is that supposed to be a joke?

"Danny, what's wrong?" Bruce asked.

"Nothing… it was nothing, just a dream." Liar! Tell him about it.

"Danny that must have been some dream. You were screaming."

"Actually, it was more like a nightmare. It's a nightmare I've been reliving over and over." She said fingering the scar on her face. The scar always seemed to sting when she had that dream.

Bruce gently caught her wrist and pulled her hand away from her face. He brushed away the hair that hid the scar. "How did this happen?" He asked gently.

Danny looked away as she spoke. "My husband, Ryan…"

"He did that to you?" Bruce asked. He didn't want to believe people could be that cruel, even though he had witnessed that kind of cruelty many times.

Danny nodded. "The night that he died he came home drunk."

"Danny, tell me what happened."

Danny wanted to refuse but something about Bruce Wayne made her feel safe. So she began to tell him. "My brother found him in an alley with a hooker. He knocked Ryan out and brought him home. When Ryan came to, he was livid. He knocked out Jack and then came after me. I stood up for my brother and Ryan backhanded me. His class ring left a gash." She paused.

"What happened after that?"

"Ryan continued beating me until Jack woke up. Jack pulled a gun…"

"He shot your husband in front of you?"

Danny shook her head. "No, he sent me upstairs to check on the kids. He wasn't intending to kill Ryan. But Ryan was drunk, so he grabbed the gun. Jack didn't have time to move his finger from the trigger." She replied quietly.

"How long ago was this?"

"It was six months before the Narrows were gassed."

"Why didn't you leave the Narrows after that?"

"My brother moved in. He wanted to help me take care of the kids. He adored them. I said earlier that Cillian looked like me, well he looked even more like Jack." Danny said. A small smiled played at the corners of her mouth.

"Where was Jack the night the Narrows were gassed?"

"He was out of town on business."

"What kind of business?"

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. He never told me. I asked him once but he told me that it would put me and the kids in danger if I knew."