A/N: I did it! I got the next chapter up, enjoy and tell me what you think! Love ya!
"Mommy?" I whined and I tugged at my mother's soft black fur coat as she sat on her favorite couch in the lounge of my old home. She turned her pretty head towards me and looked at me with soft brown eyes, they looked so different to the times I had looked into them after my mother had "dealt" with my father, this time they actually looked happy. I remembered that image and tried to etch it into my head but I was afraid that I would forget it.
Mother had her usual façade in place but, even at eight years old, I saw straight through her carefree and charismatic front. I could feel her fear and I saw the times she would cry when my father hurt her. I feared those times because one day he wouldn't be satisfied with just beating her and he would turn on me. That hadn't happened yet but only because my brother had protected me.It was 11:30pm, new years eve, 1996 and I had just turned eight that day. Father hadn't come home, for my birthday, yet and Mother seemed to be getting agitated.
My mother pulled me into her lap and I buried my face in her hair, "what's wrong sweetie?" My mother asked her voice gentle like her eyes. I hugged her close before looking up at her, "nothing Mommy." I said trying to make my voice sound confident.
I looked at her face and I noticed that her thick black eyeliner had run down her cheeks when she had been crying earlier. My mother was a famous actress before she gave up her career to stand by my father's side, my brother was a rock star and father was a very successful businessman. My father's business was extremely successful and often earned him some very powerful friends whom my mother liked to entertain and socialize with. I was just the daughter who had messed everything up between my parents as soon as I was born.
My mother embraced me once more as I heard my father's black mustang pull into the garage, I knew it was time to leave. That was standard procedure each time he came home, mother would hug me, say something to me if need be and then I would retreat into my room. Once I had tried to help her but that had only gotten me a broken arm, since then I had stopped trying to be the hero.
I slid off her lap and shuffled out of the door and then stepped onto the cold marble floor in the passageway of my father's beloved Gothic mansion. I watched the cold, tan stone walls as if I expected them to close in on me, I needn't watch where I was going for I knew the way to my bedroom by heart. I walked closer to the left wall, trying not to hear my parents angry voices sounding from a few feet behind me, then I held out my left arm and slowly grazed my fingers against the smooth wall. The cold wall felt inviting because it felt exactly like I felt inside, every part of me had become cold, and I had been wishing, for years now that it would just consume me, taking me down into it's cold depths so that I could just fall asleep there and never wake up again.
I had reached my room now and I took hold of the high, gold handle and twisted it to the best of my ability since I could barely reach it and that my hands where shaking. I failed to open it but luckily our butler, Harry, came to my rescue, "Miss Donnison? Do you need help?" His voice was thick with concern and I nodded silently to him. He smiled then opened the door but didn't let me inside causing me to frown at him.
"Yes Harry?" I asked wanting to know the reason for his hesitance.
"Are you OK? You look somewhat pale young miss." He said in his prim English accent and I immediately put on a brave face but my hands wouldn't stop quivering, "I am fine sir, just a little shaken as always." I replied to him politely and he seemed satisfied with my answer even though it was not anywhere near the truth, I was never all right these days, ever since my mother and father's battles had become more intense and frightening. He turned to leave but I stopped him with a small cough.
"Watch over my mother for me tonight, sir." I said but my words were drowned by a loud crash coming from the lounge, the crash was soon followed by a blood curdling scream that I was sure had erupted from my mother's throat. Harry sighed obviously shrugging both sounds off as products of my parent's feud, I on the other hand had not, my curiosity and over active imagination causing me to draw another conclusion . My eardrums shattered at we heard a series of gunshots go off from inside the lounge and I began to run back the same way I had just come from.
I was going to rush in and hold my mother but as I reached I saw that it was not my mother who had been shot but my father and that they weren't alone either. There were two other gunmen in the room, dressed in clown suits, luckily they hadn't seen me yet so I stayed there and watched for I knew I couldn't do anything to help.
My olive green eyes darted between father's lifeless body, my quivering mother and the two gunmen. The gunmen had their backs towards me and my mother was kneeling down in front of them, tears streaming down her face and I silently prayed they would be merciful even though I was not a believer myself. My mother had her back resting against the bloody couch on which my father's body was draped over, it was the same couch my mother and I had been sitting on moments earlier. I stared at the couch as if it were an alien object, it was covered in my father's blood, I looked at him for the last time and somehow I knew he was dead and that he would never cause me to feel fear again. I took my eyes away form him and returned my gaze to the bloodied couch.
That's when I heard the deep rumbling of my eighteen year old brother's car as it snaked it's way into the garage and parked next to my father's Mustang. For a moment hope blossomed in my chest but that was soon killed by the thought of him walking in to find the two gunmen ready to shoot him, he was walking into a death trap. I wanted to do something, to warn him but my legs wouldn't carry my body as if I was planted to the floor. I was panicking now and I moved my eyes to meet my mother's but what I saw in her eyes once mine had met hers offered me no comfort. Her eyes had now seemed to have lost all kindness and familiarity because all I could see in them now was sadness and fear.
My mother didn't move a muscle but her eyes stayed on me until we heard my brother's deep voice sound from the next room. I heard my mother whimper as one of the clowns stuffed a gun in her face, warning her not to make a sound, my brother called out again and I watched, tears springing to my eyes, as the door handle twisted and he stepped into the room. My mother screamed as the clowns shot my brother twice in the chest and I felt a hand wrap around my mouth muffling my scream. He didn't even cry out but shock was distorting his handsome features as he crumpled to the ground. I cried silently, I had always considered my brother my "White Knight in Shining Armor," my hero for he had always protected me from my father's ruthless beatings when my mother couldn't. I looked at him as he spluttered in his own deep red blood, unable to do anything without meeting the same fate.
My mother's last scream was still ringing in my ears when she screamed again as the clowns shot her to. Again I just watched but this time I felt the same person, who had been holding my mouth, pull me away from the door then pick me up. I knew it was Harry as the old man picked me up bridal style and started to run to a room built solely for security purposes. I had used the room often whenever my father's beating had been at their worst. My brother and I would always sit here and listen to my mother beg and plead with my father so that he wouldn't hurt us until the sun would rise and he had to go to work.
Harry opened the secret door as quietly as possible once we had reached it then I climbed out of his embrace and held on to his hand with all the strength I could muster because I didn't want him leaving me alone. Once we were in the room and he was sure I would be safe, he turned to leave but I grabbed his hand again, desperate not to be left alone in the dark room, "Don't worry little miss, you're safe here. I'm just going to call 911 and see if I can do anything to help the rest of your family. I'll be right back my dear." He said but I never saw him again. His voice had been devoid of emotion and I had seen the sadness in his eyes. I didn't want to be left alone, but I nodded solemnly and let go of his hand knowing that he might be my family's only chance. I had never seen my family alive again after that night.
Twelve years later I was twenty years old, I ran my father's company by day and a vigilante by night. Right now I was driving recklessly down a series of alleyways, on a black Gotham night, next to the main road that cops were chasing Bruce on. I kept to the ally's because it was vital that they'd only see me at the correct time other wise our plan wouldn't work the way it needed to. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the whole situation but I gritted my teeth and held them in, there would be time for that later.
I neared the alley where I was supposed to meet Bruce and quickly raced into it, gaining a nice cut on my arm from a broken pipe sticking out of the wall before I turned the bike around to face the way I had just came. I stopped my bike out of sight and waited for Bruce to show. While I waited I set my bikes self-destruct timer so that it would go off in seven minutes. The moment I had finished setting it Bruce sped into the alley, nodded to me and continued driving, all without stopping, heading for Wayne Mansion which had just recently been rebuilt. I detonated the self-destruct timer and wasted no time in driving back out into the main road where the police were waiting. They followed and shot at me but I swerved and led them around a lot of bends so that they couldn't get a clear shot in. I noticed that Gordon had done his job because the cops behind me where all the corrupt cops, the others had been sent on a wild goose chase. Glancing at the timer I had three minutes to get where I needed to be, just enough time but I sped up anyway.
The cops fired off more shots at me and I tried to swerve but one slug still managed to hit me in the shoulder, missing my armor by inches. I cried out and I felt my vision start to go black as the white pain made it difficult to function and drive the bike since I needed two arms to drive properly. I missed a turn that I was supposed to take and I cursed under my breath then I quickly changed my course, not daring to look at the timer for I knew I was now behind schedule.
After about ten precious seconds I was back on track and I was nearing my desired destination causing me to sigh in relief but one glance at the timer made me coax the bike's engine for more speed. My earpiece crackled in my right ear and I heard Alfred's voice came through the speakers, "Miss Donnison?"
"Yes Alfred? Make this quick" I growled somewhat angry for the distraction and that I had to exert extra effort so to not make the pain I was in obvious.
"Master Bruce is at home and he will be on his way to the hospital soon, he should be fine miss." Alfred reported and I sighed in relief, "Thank you Alfred. I'll need to be picked up after I've finished here, I won't be able to make it home by myself." My voice broke as my shoulder was jerked to the side by the bike, "Yes of course Melissa, are you alright? Will you be needing a hospital?" He said loyally and I managed a grateful smile.
"Yes, I'll need to get to a hospital. Thanks again Alfred." I thanked him again, "No problem miss." He said and then he cut the line leaving me to my mission.
I had now turned up the alley where the police would meet their doom, I paused first then I revved my bike and sped down the alley faster than ever before. The cops followed me inside like I had predicted and I didn't stop as the wall at the end of the alley loomed in front of me. I tilted the bikes front wheel up and I glanced at the timer, 00:00:06 blinked red on the timer. I got just close enough to the wall to let the front wheel touch the wall before I deployed my grapple and swung up onto the rooftop. Once I landed on the roof I watched as the bike back flipped into the air and landed smack bang in the middle of the cops, it exploded the moment it hit the ground.
I pressed the small button on my utility belt, setting the tracker off, and then I collapsed, giving into the pain as everything faded to black.
A/N: You guys asked for more so here it is and personally I'm glad you asked me to continue. Got any ideas on where you want the story to go? Also I'm going to need a beta so if anyone is interested you know how to find me. Otherwise please review guys, your reviews are my inspiration.