A/N: So I hope you like this chapter, I haven't even started my next one so who knows when that'll be out. At most it'll take a month maybe, cause school is turning out to be really annoying and I've started staying after more.

This chapter happens to be un-beta-ed, since I lost mine to life. So if you're interested in taking up the mantle please pm me. I really need someone who'll just tell 'no that sucks change this and this' and who'll bug me about updating if I start to lag on that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is and or was mentioned in any chapters.

Dedication: Every and anyone who has read this.

Maid In Jersey

By PDOTL

"Wow, mom, it's so tiny," a young boy's voice said in wonder. The seven year old looked from the tiny bundle to the woman whose hand he was holding.

She smiled back in amusement. "Babies tend to be that small when they're first born. You were once just the same size as him," she said, patting his head affectionately.

The young Bruce Wayne looked down at the sleeping baby again, blurred around him as his curiosity absorbed his whole frame of mind.

Suddenly the baby yawned and Bruce's blue eyes widened comically. "Mom, look, I think he's going to wake up!" he said excitedly, turning to his mother, only to see nothing but the swirling abyss. Bruce blinked in confusion, dread starting to drip down his stomach as he franctically searched the darkness with his gaze.

He looked back at the baby for some reassurance only to take a step back. The small newborn was looking directly at him with his dark chocolate eyes. He felt like the young child was looking right through him to his soul. The longer it stared the less cute it got. Bruce desperately turned back searching for his mother's comforting smile.

In the distance a pale gleam caught his eye. Squinting, he realized it was coming closer and within moments he recognized his father. The man didn't smile, but his eyes twinkled playfully, like he was sharing a secret with him. He was about to reach out and ask where mom went when his father turned dark and dozens of bats burst from his form, screeching into the void.

"Acceptance is the first step," a teenager's angry, bitter voice whispered like the wind. Bruce twirled around again, this time to find the baby gone with only the blankets left there crinkled to show he had ever been there. He went stiff in fear. "Why can't you see past your own void?" the voice whispered behind him again, a little softer this time. Bruce didn't make a move.

He stubbornly kept still, gnashing his teeth together to keep the frustrated tears from falling. Some being was not so kind to leave him be as images filled his eyesight. Of his parents smiling then dead, one after the other as if it were on repeat. He snapped his eyes shut, but the images just played across his eyelids like a movie screen.

The images started to blur and Bruce broke down, first his knees buckled then he weakly fell the rest of the way. Blood started to seep from his head and across from him his parents were in the same state, but with a distinct blank look in their eyes.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Bruce sat up screaming in his king sized bed. He felt blind for a minute, as all he could see were flashes of his latest nightmare. He should be used to them, but he wasn't. Every new one was more vivid. It hadn't even been until recent that the baby and the voice appeared. For years it had been all about his parents. Sadly, his fears and qualms had grown.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred asked from the doorframe. Bruce looked at his oldest friend and he was back to reality. The young bachelor threw his covers off and stood up in his silk blue pajama pants. "Are all my bags in the car?" he asked blandly, rustling through his drawers for a shirt. "Loaded last night as you wanted, sir," Alfred drawled in his customary blasé tone. At this that constant was a comfort.

"Good," Bruce said simply, walking into the bathroom as if to dismiss any more of a conversation. Alfred stayed for an other moment, then retreated to the hallway, back to breakfast.

Wally had gotten the cheapest apartment he could fine in the area. The landlord hardly came by and Wally'd learned to live with the exposed wires and funky plumping. His apartment happened to be on the topmost floor next to an old granny and her five year old rabbit, Low Jack.

Inside all his appliances were from the mid-80s and he fondly talk to them like they were old friends. All except for the coffeemaker. He was new, and Wally liked to talked to him with baby-jargon it could understand. Bart laughed at him so much that he had been forced to greet them in whispers, telling them that it was only a matter of time. He only did this in the mornings, when drowsiness was a good excuse for temporary loss of sanity.

The kitchen was cramped, as were the living room, bathroom and all the closets. The only redeeming factor had been that the apartment had two bedrooms, but now that Bart was there the whole place felt packed. Wally compromised by staying out of the place as long as he could, doing anything to avoid the claustrophobic feeling that he sometimes got.

There was a park across the street and the bay beach was right down the road a few blocks. Bart was having a blast living there with him, he loved the park and the beach, though he still didn't understand why the ocean beaches were off limits. He stopped asking after the answers progressively changed from "Because they own it and it's the law" to "Because they don't let kids who pee their pants every night swim there, for obvious reasons".

"Hey, Uncle Wally, can I go to work with you today?" Bart asked from in front of the television. "No," Wally said immediately, sipping his coffee and putting a plate stacked with French toast and hash browns in front of the youngster. Bart grumble his displeasure through a mouthful of toast and browns. Wally easily ignored him in favor of watching the robots fight each other on the tube.

The first and last time Wally brought Bart to the hotel was about three weeks after he started there. It was the morning after he came home to find Bart flipping through old photo albums and yearbooks, drawing over people's faces with sharpie.

He hadn't been sure if it was allowed, but he'd figured that if he could just get Bart in the break room and keep him there, no one would have needed to known.

But of course Bart couldn't stay put and he reeked havoc on the first floor. He raided the manager, Karen B's, check-in desk, hid all the keys, unset all the tables in the dining hall, and messed with all of the cooking equipment.

Logan finally caught the 'little bugger' while the imp was tying Todd's shoelaces together. When Wally finally found the two Logan had him sitting in a corner looking terrified while the adult smoked a cigarette. Though Wally could of sworn he'd heard the cook had quit years ago…

"Aren't you still afraid of Logan?" Wally asked as he swiped a hash brown off the plate. Bart scowled and moved his plate farther away from his uncle. "He's still pretty scary, but if I stay in the break room like you said…"

Wally raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you wanna hang out here or at the park or beach . You said you'd made new friends." Bart sighed painfully and brought his empty plate to the sink. "Kon is visiting his cousin in the West and Tim's on vacation with his family." Wally sighed and ruffled his nephew's hair. "What about that girl?"

Bart looked up boredly. "Cassie's spending time with her sister in Greece." Wally rolled his eyes. "No, I mean the chick you like. Hexie or something." Bart glared then pouted at the taller of the two. "Her name's Lucky, but everyone calls her Jinx. She doesn't like me. Thinks I'm weird," Bart said sullenly.

Wally rolled his eyes and remembered those years of teen angst over being liked or thought weird. "Then just keep bugging her until you wear her down. Perfect timing with no friends as distraction. Maybe even her friends are MIA." Bart remained silent but looked thoughtful nonetheless. Wally took that as a chance to go to work.

Wally walked in slowly, listening to the gravel crunch under his sneakers and smelling the honeysuckle that wafted all the way down the driveway. "Morning Karen B," Wally greeted the 22-year-old African American fox at the front desk. She was wearing a crème tailored blazer over a navy cami. A pin on her lapel introduced her as the hotel manager.

"Hey, fancy-feet, bright and chirper this morning, aren't we? How's big V doing?" Karen greeted back, grinning playfully. Wally smiled. "Vic? Oh, he sends his love to his bumblebee, of course," Wally laughed teasingly, dodging any comeback by stepping into the elevator quickly.

Kitty and Star were already in uniform in the locker room when he got there. "We've got a big day ahead of us," Kitty said cheerfully as she relaced her lavender pumas. "The hotel will be entirely full about this time tomorrow," Star commented, playing with her hair in midair.

"All except 202," Kitty said knowledgably like there was an obvious reason to that. Wally looked over curiously. "How come?" Wally asked as he attempted to tie his apron in the back. Star came over dutifully to help, but tied it so tight he had to gasp for air. Kitty quickly came over with a sarcastic smile and retied the apron for him. "Because legend is it's haunted. Long before Storm bought the place and spruced it up, an old couple kept the place. The place was in half ruin but they had a really low rate. They, themselves stayed in 202.

It was one night during the late fall when they holed up inside during a freak hurricane. The whole town knew they stayed because several of the locals, like, begged them to leave for a safer location. They refused and eight days later when their daughter from Pennsylvania came to check on them she found the place still boarded up. She eventually got inside, but they were gone.

All their valuables, clothes and important documents were still there. Five years later the daughter sold this place to Storm," Kitty finished and was starting to straighten out his bandana before he pulled away.

"Is that all, because an old married couple disappeared? During a storm." Wally said with a dry laugh, arms crossed, unimpressed. "But also, guests have taken ill it seems every time they stay in the accursed 202. One such guest even had to be taken to the hospital because they had slipped in the bathroom. They fractured their cranium on the edge of the bathing tub," Star whispered darkly, like to speak it out loud would bring them misfortune.

Wally shrugged and they all made their way to the elevator with their trolleys. "Well, I'll believe it when I see it. I'm not superstitious." The elevator closed in front of their faces and Wally grinned at the faint BW that was still there.

"Aren't you the one who turns three times counterclockwise every time you sneeze?" Kitty asked wryly. Wally gave her a sideways glower. "That's different. That's to ward away bad mojo. Now, believing in a cursed room is a little silly."

Kitty and Star shared a look and giggled under their breath before stepping out of the metal box. "I'll wait a little for Mr. Wayne to leave to go up to the third floor," Kitty said as she followed Star into a room. "What about your other guest?" Wally asked, as he brought in some towels to put in the bathroom.

"Yeah, but we finished that yesterday. So, what did Storm say about the suit?" Kitty asked absently as she opened the windows. Wally froze and looked back at her. "I was supposed to ask her? I thought you would."

Kitty furrowed her brows and frowned. "You made it sound like you would," her voice indicating that he was in trouble. Wally didn't even bother to argue that it was her room, he just sighed and walked into the hallway. "I'll just go up and grab it real quick, see you in a few," he said before zipping up the stairs.

He looked to see if anyone was up there then whirled into the room like a twister. The closet was open and he grabbed the suit, fixing anything that had fallen before ditching the floor for the second. "Got it," Wally said, walking in to find the two girls shampooing the rugs. They both looked and Kitty wiped a little sweat from her forehead. Suddenly, her face lit up and she grinned widely at the boy.

"Oh, man, you should try it on. I bet it looks hilarious on you," she said playfully, giggling lightly as if it were the best idea in the world. Star smiled joyfully and clapped her soapy hands together. "Yes, friend, you must! It will look so very dashing on you!" Kitty sent her a smirk. Wally grinned too, suddenly wondering how it would look on him; a broke college student I n designer wear. "Well, okay, let's see how I'd look if I was Pietro," he laughed before making his way to the empty 202.

He put the suit on the bed and started by tossing his apron and bandana off. "Haunted room, my ass. It's actually really nice in here," he muttered as he tossed shirt to the floor. Once he was just in his boxers he looked at himself in the mirror. Broad shoulders, runner's legs and firm stomach muscles; yeah, he couldn't complain.

He slowly slid the red suit on, reveling in its smooth and weightless feel. "This is definitely not spandex," he whispered to his reflection, pulling the sleeves and everything into place. "Hmm, this makes my butt look really good," he said as he twirled around to get a better look. The boots and gloves pulled the whole look together, and he was all together pleased that he'd tried it on.

After one more look in the mirror he walked out into the hallway, about to shout out to his friends, when an intense blue stare made him choke. From the stairway Mr. Suite guy, Mr. Wayne, was standing with a half curious look on his face. Wally was so stunned to be caught that he didn't move an inch as the other man walked toward him in his own form fitting suit, complete with gloves and cape. And a really really shiny belt. There was something intimidating about him even though he had on a friendly smile, abet it was cheesy and fake. Suddenly the bat emblem on his chest seemed very interesting.

In the seconds it took for him to walk down the hall, Wally's head was racing with thoughts, more than normal anyway.

Holy shit, he was busted. How was he gonna explain this suit, that obviously would cost him more than three paychecks to pay for. Of course he's gonna think he stole it. What rich bastard didn't think that maids stole things? Aw, crap, he was probably the type to threaten than tell his boss. There goes the apartment. Bart will have to go into foster care, and he'll have to flip burgers at a fast food place for the next three decades to pay off his student loans.

"You must be another guest here, huh. I'm Bruce Wayne, by the way," the taller, dark man introduced, holding out a hand for Wally to shake. Wally smiled back uneasily, still a bit on the paranoid side, and taking the offered hand. "Quite the grip to got there," Wally mumbled back, looking anywhere but those blue eyes.

"So…" Bruce said slowly. Wally blinked and blurted out the first thing to come to mind. "Allen… Allen Keystone. Nice to meet you Bruce." Bruce nodded and smiled a bit. Wally could already tell that Bruce was being a little fake, the smile just wasn't right and it didn't match the look in his eye. As a people person Wally prided himself in seeing through people. Now was not an exception.

"My personal assistant forced me into this vacation," Bruce said with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, making Wally grin in amusement. Finally a little sincerity… "I don't really know the area all that well. Would you happen to know anywhere worthwhile?" Bruce's intense blue gaze was enough to put Wally on edge.

"I'd suggest going to the beach or the nearby spas if you don't feel like sticking around here. And there's some really awesome bars down the road for some nightlife, you know," Wally said helpfully in a meek voice, subtly backing up towards 202. Bruce nodded and perked up a bit at the mention of nightlife.

"How about lunch?" he asked casually, eyebrows rising a bit inquisitively. "Er, there's some good cafes and restaurants around. In fact, there's a nice place just next door." Bruce nodded and grinned, grabbing Wally's arm. "Sounds good. Let's go," he said, pulling the younger one to the elevator. "Yeah, um, wait, what?"

TBC…

A/N: So I hope you've read my AN's before or else you're prob confused about the whole uniform thingy. Yea…

Anyway, Bruce is currently in Bruce Wayne millionaire mode, so hopefully he'll be in character in that way before I introduce his more 'Batman' side once Wally and Bruce become better friends. Be patient my friends. 

Also this chapter happens to be a part one of a part two chapter, thus the TBC. Um, I think that's all… Thanks for reading, and please review!