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I don't know how long I stood there, just staring.

People slowly started to make there way out the door, still crying. They wanted to get out of there afraid of another confrontation with the Joker. But I knew he wouldn't come back. Not tonight at least.

All I could do was stare at the bodies laying lifeless on the floor. Soon, they seemed to have disappeared and I heard a faint noise around me. It was the sound of people and I looked up. There were many cops and a coroner. The bodies were in those black bags being carried out the door.

I didn't want to talk to anybody. I didn't want anybody to see how well I was holding up. Any other normal person would be breaking down right now. Not me.

So I walked out the glass doors onto the large balcony to try and clear my head.

You could see the entire city from up there. All the building lit up beautifully. You could even see the smaller buildings scattered on the outskirts of town.

The night was clear and unseasonably warm. Especially for a winter night. Despite the cold I still stood out there up against the railing trying to think.

I wanted to come to Gotham to get my head straight. To change. I didn't want to be the old me. The partying drunk me who spent her days sleeping and her nights partying until she passed out. Then the cycle would just continue. Sleep. Party. Pass out. Party again.

I mean, there was a part of me I didn't want to change and that was the badass I was. It definitely came in handy tonight. But I didn't want that to be my whole life, which is why I was here.

I was here to try and fit in with society. To be acceptable, and Bruce was helping me do it. But I couldn't shake this nagging feeling that, that wasn't going to happen.

And to make matters worse, the Joker had it out for me.

I knew that was bad, he was a mass murdering psychopath that certainly wouldn't have a problem with killing whoever he wanted to. I knew that when he wanted something he got it, unfortunately, that meant me too. I would do everything in my power to stop that, but some small part of me was intrigued by the Joker. Some small part of me wondered what it would be like to be with the Joker.

I sharp breeze blew and that sent shivers down my spine.

That was when Bruce came from behind me, putting his jacket over my shoulders.

" Hey, what are you doing out here, its freezing." he said rubbing his arms for warmth. I smiled and shrugged out of his jacket and handing it back to him. I grabbed his hand and started leading him back inside.

" Just trying to clear my head. I guess I wanted to get that smell out of my head."

He looked down at me and smiled.

Once we had made it into the living room he sat us down on the couch. He ran his hand threw his hair and opened his mouth but he closed it quickly. He tried again and this time he managed to speak.

" I think it would be best if you stayed here these next few nights. Just until this whole ordeal with the Joker is out of the way."

When he said this he looked so upset, so distressed. I knew he was really worried about me and I felt so touched.

He really did care. But I didn't want to be a pest. Besides I was perfectly capable of fending for myself, which I guess on some level, was my problem. I didn't like letting my guard down, letting people in.

" No, Bruce. Don't worry I will be perfectly fine. Honest." I laughed lightly. " besides im sure he would expect for you to try and help seeing as he knows you're a close friend."

We sat in silence for a few seconds, he was thinking this over. I knew that if he didn't agree with me I would probably end up staying here. He would probably do some batman trick or something. Ha-Ha. That would be funny.

" Ok, I guess your right. But im getting more security on your room. Call me in the morning, okay?" Towards the end of his sentence, his voice sounded strained. It sounded hurt.

I instantly felt horrible for making him feel this way but I knew deep down he understood. He knew asking for help was a problem for me.

" Okay, Bruce. I promise, but don't worry. I will be fine." I smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

I got up and made my way to the door when I heard Bruce whisper.

" Please be safe." I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear him or not but I decided to act like I hadn't.

I made it to the elevator, and thought to myself. Baby steps.

It would take baby steps for me to change. For me to be able to let people in. I just hoped I wouldn't lose Bruce in the process.

The elevator dinged and I stepped out onto my floor.

The air was warm and it felt good. I hadn't realized until now just how cold it was in Bruce's penthouse. Then again at any normal party you would get hot from everyone's body heat. Bruce was thinking ahead and that made me chuckle slightly.

As the door came into my vision, I noticed that there was something on it. I quickened my step and when I reached the door a grabbed the note.

It was what looked like a whit sticky note. On it were the words: Don't wait up for me.

I couldn't move. I read those five words over an over again. Hoping that if I read them enough they would disappear but they didn't.

I reached for my key and made my way into my room. As soon as the door shut I made sure I locked every lock available. The words penetrated my mind as I made my way all around making sure every window was shut and bolted.

When I had finished, I walked into my room. Luckily there was a lock on that door as well and I locked it.

I didn't even bother taking a shower so I just threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and climbed into bed. Then, I remembered what I had brought with me.

In my bag, stashed in a hidden pocket was a small knife.

I scurried back into my bed after I had retrieved it and wrapped myself with the covers only letting the top of my head show. I had the note in one hand and my knife in the other.

If the Joker decided to make an appearance, I would be ready.

I soon realized there would be no way for me to sleep so I grabbed the remote and turned on the plasma screen. It was midnight so not much was on. I didn't want to listen to infomercials, so I just put on MTV.

After about two hours of watching music videos, I started to feel my eyelids droop. That wasn't good.

Also at this time I started hearing noises.

I had to hold in a scream when I heard my phone go off. It seemed to frighten me, making me think my hiding place would be found out. Not that I was hiding necessarily.

"Hello," I said breathlessly.

" Oh good your up. Did I wake you?" It was Bruce and I sighed in relief.

" No I was up, cant really sleep." I decided not to worry him with the note, afraid that he might end up getting himself hurt. I couldn't have that.

" Ok, I just wanted you to know that im heading out. As Batman, so if you need anything Alfred will be up here."

I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach as he said this and I couldn't help but get a little panicky. I tried to keep it together when I answered.

" Well I will keep that in mind. Good Luck Bruce. Be safe."

" Good night B." With that he hung up.

I felt alone all of a sudden, I felt weak, I felt scared.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I threw the blankets over my head and buried myself in my pillow.

I tried to sleep, but sleep didn't come easy. Soon, I started getting this feeling that I was being watched but I couldn't get myself to open my eyes.

That feeling was gone as quick a it came and I started to drift into unconsciousness. The knife slowly slipped from my grip onto the pillow beside me. I didn't bother picking it back up.

The last thing I remember before I fell into the deep world of unconsciousness was a soft laughter that followed me into my dreams.

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