I honestly don't know why it takes me forever to put out this chapter if it has already been typed and not looked over. I find if I look at it I lose my nerve. I honestly don't know where this is going…I don't even have a plan. Hopefully I'll find a plot in the next two days.

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Disclaimer/ I don't own Batman, just my OC's

It felt like she had been in a whirlpool or even a microwave, it was impossibly hot, but then freeing. For a moment she wondered if this was what Shelly felt when she fell through, as if she were stretched to far. It felt like if she had been flipped upside down, or like a rollercoaster. She moved so fast it was enough to give her whiplash.

Patricia Todd landed in the middle of a street. Rolling over a speeding trucks whizzed past her and she had to push herself up and run to avoid getting hit by another. Disoriented she could hardly tell up from down, how she got out barley scratched would be a phenomenon she would marvel about later. A mystery she'd worry about later. First she had to get out of the street completely. Limping to the edge of the street, she noticed that it was now completely empty.

She sat beside the road and examined her knees, which were covered in scrapes. She stuck out her arm which looked like she had gotten a very bad burn. Thunder rolled and she looked up to a cloudy sky, she cold taste the rain. Shoving her self up, she began to look around. She had no clue where she was, but she knew it was Gotham. Now what part was the problem, with no signs she couldn't tell. Stumbling beside the road she began to walk.

"You're very smart for a four year old."

Shelly looked up from a picture book, Bruce crouched in front of her. Alfred had given it to her, so she could entertain her self while they had their 'conference'. She looked back to the book and flipped a page. She was very small, he hair was pulled into two messy ponytails, the tangles near the ponytail holder were very prominent. "Great Grandfather Ra's bought me the whole leapfrog set." She smiled at the picture of a blue elephant, and showed it to him. Bruce stood up suddenly, "Ra's A Gul?"

She closed the book marking her spot with he finger. "Yes, that one." She raised bushy eyebrows expectantly, "what's wrong?" Bruce pursed his lips, "Shelly? What exactly do you know about us?" She got a far off look in her eyes, "You were Batman, daddy is Batman now…" She nodded as if going through the archives in her mind. "Uncle Dick is Nightwing….Aunt Cass can kick all your butts…Uncle Jason um." She pursed her lips, "Well he is attired…No resting! Yes that!"

Bruce looked at the little girl "Resting?" She looked up, "yes, uncle Tim says he is finally at peace." Bruce sat straighter, "What, how is he at peace?" She opened her book again, "Uncle Jason finally got what he deserved." Something cold passed over Bruce. "What happened to him?" She sighed as if tired of talking to him and as if whatever she was telling him was absolutely obvious. "Shelly?" She blocked him out. She began reading big bubble letters, "The parrot told the elephant to go buy some milk.."

He stood up stiffly, and walked back to his sons, anticipating her answer to their questions.…"So who is her Father?" He didn't ask that. "Was she sent here?" He didn't get to that "Why is she here?" He didn't get to that either "Is she a robot?" He wasn't even planning on asking that one. "Well did you get anything useful?" Damian asked annoyed, He looked up, "I think Jason is dead in her time." The room became eerily quite.

"I have to call him," Dick said suddenly, Tim caught his shoulder and sat him back down. "We don't have his number he changed it.."

Pat was shivering around the time she had stumbled into Crime Alley, she recognized it easily her dad had taken her to it once, when she asked where he had lived before he met Grandpa Bruce. It was probably one of the most thoughtful days she had with her dad, for once they didn't fight for the radio and instead kept it quiet.

That day had felt special. It was a day he opened up to her, somewhat. Told her about some of his past. They had sat parked where he had tried to steel the wheels off of the Batmobile and ate chilidogs, drinking flat soda.

"Hey baby!" She heard a male voice all her. She looked up, her long hair weighed down with water and it was plastered to her face. She probably resembled a wet rat, she was freezing. She felt absolutely miserable, and did not want a confrontation. Shivering a group of men called out to her again in a drunken slur. They made their way towards her, stomping in puddles. Dragging their feet, she noted the white van and their ragged attire, beer bottles around the vehicle.

She stood straighter and knotted her fists into a ball, shifting her stance. She eyed them warily. Looking around she searched for all the ways she could exit with out a fight she could take. She groaned when it would have to be up a fire escape and onto a roof. She rather not have to make the effort.

A man reached her, and she punched him in the nose falling into the motions, like a old dance she knew by heart. She thought the cupid shuffle. Another man grabbed her by the upper arms and shook her, her teeth rattled. She shut her eyes, shoulders slumping. She lifted her arms and let them fall back down, her limbs were leaded and she felt absolutely exhausted. Falling through a time machine and walking for who knew how long, and how far did that.

She thought about the odds of her screaming. How loud would it have to be? Would anybody even come to help her? Pat remembered some where that people were more likely to investigate if somebody yelled fire, most people were more hesitate around the word help. Then again this was crime alley, nobody 'helped'. She threw her head back, knocking it against somebody's chin. There was a pained grunt and his hold faltered. Pat let out a shrill scream, that echoed. The man holding her went to muffle her scream and she kicked back, slipping in the water and onto her burns.

"Stupid girl!" He reached to grab her, then there was the sound of a gunshot. Pat's main attacker cried out in pain. Shaking he turned into a sobbing mess, she noticed with wide eyes a bloody hole in the middle of his hand. "Do you know what I hate?." A red masked man emerged from the shadows, "When scumbags like you think they can prey on little girls."

Pat stared at him wide eyed, oh shoot she should run.

Thank you for reading.

Please Review, apologies for all grammar mistakes. It's the summer and I've already forgotten all the rules my freshman teacher taught me. Since my sophomore like talking about her daughter more then commas, and how to actually use a semicolon.