This is chapter three.
Someone asked me in the reviews where Selina is if Annabelle is her daughter and if Bruce and Selina are married in this AU.
Selina comes in later, and no, they are not married. But they are a couple.
Here we are, I don't own any canon characters in this story.
Dick had just finished crushing the jaw of the last man upstairs, Bruce was already on his way down the stairs.
A brief scream was heard before being quickly stopped. Dick quickly went down the stairs. He saw Bruce with his arms wrapped around Damian who was trying to escape his father's grip. Annabelle was pressed against the wall, hugging herself. She almost appeared to be shaking.
"Dick..." She whispered, tears covering her face.
He walked over to her and gently picked her up, noticing that her clothes were ripped. She dug her face into his shoulder and her cradled her in his arms, just like when she was 6 and he was 8.
After Leslie Tompkins had check on both Damian and Annabelle, she asked to speak with Bruce privately.
"Bruce, she's been raped." Leslie said quietly into Bruce's ear.
Bruce looked like he was about to cry.
"She's not pregnant, but she will have PTSD for a while and liven in a house with 6 other males may not be the best for her." She says, dead serious.
"What would you suggest?" Bruce replied.
"I would suggest that she stay with her mother for a while. I know that you're scared of leaving her alone with anyone except yourself, even Selina, but it would be best for her, and I know you also want the best for all of them." She looked at the five kids, Tim and Dick sitting with Annabelle and Damian while Jason was leaning against the wall and looking relieved.
Bruce couldn't argue with Leslie, she was the expert and all he wanted for his children was what was best for them. He knew she just wanted the best for them as well. Alfred was in the kitchen baking cookies. All he wanted was the best for them as well.
And if Selina would be able to help Annabelle, she would go to Selina.
Alfred was driving the limo towards Selina's apartment in the heart of Gotham. Bruce and Annabelle were sitting in the back of the car. Annabelle had a black duffle bag sitting next to her.
The car stopped and Alfred got out and came around. He opened Annabelle's door and she climbed out.
Bruce opened his own door and climbed out. He watched Annabelle reach back into the car to grab her bag. She was trembling, she was always trembling after what they were calling 'the incident.'
Selina was outside the building, a look of concern on her face as she walked towards the limo. Annabelle didn't say anything to Selina and just walked right past her and into the building. Bruce walked over to Selina and kissed her.
"You know what happened Selina, she may be angry with you, but she needs you to be there for her." Bruce said, placing a hand on Selina's shoulder.
"I know Bruce, and she still blames me? It was 12 years ago." She replied, taking his hand off her shoulder.
"She has trouble letting go. All she wanted when she first came was for you to except her. She wanted you to be her mom, and she thought you didn't want her. In a way she's just like Damian, even if she doesn't like to admit it."
Annabelle sat on the couch in Selina's living room. Selina was sitting in an armchair across from her daughter.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Selina asked Annabelle.
Annabelle didn't say anything, she just stared at the floor and continued trembling.
"Annabelle, I can't help you if you don't let me."
"Well, maybe I don't want your help!" Annabelle declared, getting up and storming out of the room and into the guest room.
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