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Rose opened her eyes to the sight of light seeping through the windows and someone sitting on the desk to her right looking at something with a frown on their face. She blinked twice and realised it was Damian. Sitting up with start, she hit her head on the headboard and rubbed it quickly. Damian looked up from the desk and frowned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she groaned and sat up properly, smiling sheepishly. "Well, morning."

"Good morning, sleep well?"

She nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Damian smiled and scratched the back of his neck. "I was taking a look at your drawings actually, you don't mind, do you?"

She stared at him, but after a little bit she shook her head. "No."

Getting up, she stood by his side and frowned. They weren't in pieces, but...in tact, and they were all together again.

"How did...Did you do this?" She asked, grabbing one of them and looking at the back of it.

There was tons of sticky tape on all of them and she laughed with joy. He looked up at her and nodded.

"Yes, I did."

"You didn't have to, you know," she said, smiling at him.

He shrugged and looked down; she saw him blush. Rose bit her lip and bounced up and down.

"Thank you so much."

She pulled him into a tight hug, surprising him, and slowly, she felt him hug her back. Finally, she pulled away and sat down on the bed, looking at all of them with a smile on her face; she adored her paintings, and was happy they were all perfect again.

"Rose...What is this one about?" He picked up one of them and showed it to her, an uncertain look on his face.

She bit her lip and took it from him. It was off someone's shoes, standing on the edge of a building, with the road, cars, and pedestrians visible on the ground. She remembered when she drew this one perfectly.

"I was about 10, Mother was being more harsh than usual, and I felt angry, hurt and fed up. I usually went and climbed up one of the block of flats close to us just to look at the view, and I drew it."

"Didn't you ever get caught?"

She shook her head. "My best friend lives in that block of flats, we went up their together all the time."

He nodded and moved to sit next to her. Rose then remembered that she was wearing the shorts and tank top and suddenly felt self-conscious. He was wearing sweatpants and a wife-beater which showed off his toned arms. Rose felt her cheeks heat up.

"I haven't had much of a good history with mothers either," he laughed bitterly.

"Is she a lunatic?"

He laughed again. "That's one way to put it."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "I'm not too sure what you mean."

Placing a hand on her shoulder he said: "All I meant was that I know what you're going through."

Rose heart leapt out of her chest. She didn't think she knew anyone who knows what it was like, but here is was, sitting next to someone who did.

Hiding her happiness, she just nodded and smiled.

They both might have realised just how close they were sitting next to each other, and suddenly the silence turned very awkward.

Rose looked away and Damian coughed awkwardly.

"Well...I'll...leave you to change. Breakfast is ready downstairs," he said, getting up to leave.

She nodded and he walked out the room. Quickly, she changed into the clothes she was wearing yesterday, which was a pair of jeans and loose jumper and combed through her hair with her fingers, not bothering to tie it up, and her curls went around her face and down her back in spirals.

"Good morning, Miss Jacobs, I hope you slept well," Alfred greeted her by the kitchen counter.

"Good morning, yes, I slept very well, thank you for letting me stay," she said, her politeness showed in her voice, she sat opposite Tim on the table.

"It was my pleasure; you're welcome here anytime."

"Yeah, it's obvious you'll be coming here a lot from now on," Tim said.

He winked at her and she blushed. Damian slapped him around the head and Tim hit him back, and before Alfred or Rose knew what was happened they both started to claw at each other's necks.

"Alright, alright! Cut it out- now! Haven't either of you heard of first impressions?" A new voice was heard and a tall, broad shouldered man walked in, shoving both the boys apart from each other.

Rose recognised him as Bruce Wayne and she bit her lip from laughed. Damian was sulking and Tim was frowning. Bruce rolled his eyes and sat in between them.

"Hello Rose. My names Bruce, but you probably already knew that," Bruce shook her hand and Rose smiled.

"Yes, I did, but let's pretend I didn't," she smiled and he laughed.

"Is Rose staying another night, Damian?" He asked his son.

Damian looked up from his cereal to Rose. "If she wants to."

"Uh- Actually, I better get home, my sister promised to take me out today," she quickly added. "But thank you."

"Oh alright, we'll forgive you just this once."

Rose smiled and they had their breakfast in silence.

...

"Damian? Could I use your phone to call my sister? I left mine at home," she asked him. They were sitting in one of the many sitting areas in the manor.

He sighed and seemed slightly hesitant to answer. "Fine," he reached over and got the phone from its socket.

Rose shrugged it off. "Thank you," she dialled her sister's number and prayed that she would pick up.

Finally, Lily's voice flowed into her ear.

"Hello?"

"Lily! It's me."

"Oh hi, Rose. Where are you? I don't recognise this number..." she asked suspiciously.

Rose laughed. "Oh you know, just at the Wayne Manor, you?"

She heard Lily let out a sound of disbelief. "What? How on earth did you get there?"

"Well, Damian is my friend, so..."

"I thought you only had Jane?"

"Nope. Are we still going out today?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes! Should I pick you up now?"

"If you like, I don't mind."

"Alright, I'm on my way, I'm going to pick you up from WANYE MANOR," she said the last bit loudly so everyone could hear her.

Rose laughed. "Yes, Lily. I'll see you then."

"Bye, petal."

She hung up and put the phone back where it was on the table. She turned to face Damian but frowned.

He had gone.

...

"Hello, I'm here to pick up Rose," she heard Lily's voice outside the door.

She slipped her shoes on and walked up behind Alfred.

"Yes, just one momen- Oh, she's here," Alfred chuckled.

Rose smiled and hugged Lily.

"Thank you for letting her stay, I hope she wasn't much trouble," Lily said.

"Oh no- she wasn't any trouble at all."

They continued to talk a bit, but Rose wasn't listening, she was waiting for Damian to say good-bye. She frowned, what was up with him today?

"Well, good-bye, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Good-bye, please call me Alfred."

They walked down the steps to Lily's car. Rose didn't feel as happy as she was this morning. Sulking slightly, she slammed the door behind her and did her seatbelt harshly.

"Hey, what's up?" Lily asked, starting the car up.

"Nothing," she snapped. Rose was angry at him too.

"Okay. Have fun there?"

Rose smiled secretly, remembering her conversation yesterday with Damian.

"Yeah."

"Well, that's good."

Rose turned to look at Lily and frowned. She looked very tired, and her eyes weren't as bright as they usually were.

"Lily, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

Rose raised an eyebrow. They could both think of a fare few reasons why she wouldn't be okay. Lily sighed.

"I'll tell you later, today is meant to be fun," Lily smiled and Rose grinned.

So for the next few hours, the sisters shopped, ate, laughed, watched a film and fooled around. Rose's cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much. People were giving them odd looks and usually did a double take when they recognised them.

They sat opposite each other in Starbucks and drank their drinks happily.

"Okay, you can tell me now."

Lily gave her a tired look. "You sure you want to know?"

"Yes!"

"It's just some stupid things some girls have been saying about me," she shrugged. "It's nothing, really."

"What? Why would anyone say anything bad about you?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"Because I got the part I wanted in the play without even trying hard, and everyone's saying I bribed the teachers with money or something."

Rose choked on her drink and Lily patted her back.

"That's absurd!"

She scoffed. "Tell me about it."

"Seriously, they're just jealous at how amazing you are. Let them say whatever they want, you'll be the bigger person if they ignore them and keep your head high," she smiled warmly and squeezed her sister's hand.

Lily returned the smile and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, Rose."

She laughed. "I love me too."

Lily rolled her eyes. "So, tell me about this 'Damian?'" She said, putting the spotlight on Rose.

"There's nothing to say..."

"Oh c'mon! You like him, right?"

Rose frowned, did she like him? Now that she thought about it, she did think he was attractive, and he was smart, and he was kind to her and looked as if he cared, but did that mean she liked him?

"I don't know."

"You'll know soon enough, and when you do come straight to me, alright? He obviously likes you; I mean you're stunning."

Rose blushed and raised an eyebrow. "What if he doesn't think that?"

"Of course he thinks that!"

Lily sounded so sure that she was right Rose didn't dare to say anything else, she only laughed. The thought of anyone, let alone Damian, looking at her like that made her stomach flutter and her cheeks warm.

Lily checked her watch and whistled.

"Wow, it's late, we better be going home."

They got their things and made their way to the car. The drive home was silent; the only noise was the soft sound of the radio and their breathing.

As they got closer to their home, Rose sniffed and frowned, sitting up straight. She sniffed again and wound down her window.

"Rose, what's wrong?"

"Can you smell that?" She said, almost panicking now.

"Smell what?"

"Smoke!"

Lily sniffed once or twice and her eyes widened. She hit her foot on the pedal and as they turned onto their road Rose could see smoke was rising into the air and amber flames licking the air like fiery tongues in a dragons mouth. She ran out the car to the house and prayed it wasn't hers. She prayed and prayed and tripped up twice but ignored the cuts on her knees and Lily yelling for her to stop. She could see fire engines there and an ambulance too.

No. Please no-

Rose stopped outside her home's gate and broke down into tears. Her whole house was on fire. Every single room was burning down. She opened the gate and ran in, Lily close behind her. She heard Lily frantically asking the men there what had happened, but Rose was too focused on the house.

The fire men had managed to put out half of it, but the other half was still burning, and she could feel the heat from where she was standing. The half which had been put out was full of ash. The only thing left standing was a plank of wood or two or some pieces of fabric. She put her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes tight, wishing that this was all a dream.

Just after she had closed them she snapped her eyes open again and widened them.

"Lily! Lily, Dad is in there!" She shrieked in panic.

"Oh my- Excuse me! My dad is in there!" Lily continued to talk to firemen, asking them to go in, but they said they needed for the flames to cool down a bit first.

"Cool down?! My dad might be burning up in there! He could be in ashes already!"

Rose fell to her knees and put her head in her hands, crying violently. She couldn't loose him; he was all she had, along with Lily. She didn't care if her mother was there, a horrific thought past her mind and she gasped. Rose hoped she was in there.

"What is this?" A sharp voice rang through the air.

Rose's jaw clenched tight. Her mother was not in there, but behind her, probably back from one of her meetings with her counsellor.

"Excuse me miss, we're going to have to ask you and your daughters to leave until we have put the fire out."

"I am not leaving! My husband is in there!"

"There's nothing we can do about that yet, Miss."

Her mother carried on shouting, yelling, screaming, and some doctors from the ambulance there had to calm her down and put her in the car.

Finally, the light from the flames decreased and they were almost in utter darkness. About 5 firemen went in with a stretcher with them. She looked at the spot they went in and waited for them to come out with her father, she held her breath and counted to 30 and didn't blink once in hope he would come out, laughing about the whole things and hug her tightly.

Finally, the men come out, but with her father on the stretcher, and Rose's breathing got heavy. The men walked slowly, with their heads down and there was something in their step that sugges-

"No! Dad! Please!" Rose got up and yelled.

She ran to the stretcher and grabbed onto his body. They tried pushing her off but in the end softly put him on the ground and let her mourn. She held his shirt in between her fingers and looked at his face, he was burned badly, there was blood sinking through his sleeves and burns everywhere, scratches, cuts. She cried and cried and cried. Her mother's shadow went over the two of them and she let out a loud, long, shriek that rung through the air to her ears sharply. She screamed and yelled his name over and over. Lily's warm hands wrapped around Rose, hugging her close, rocking them both back and forth. Finally, Rose let them take his body to the ambulance, not caring what they did with it, he was gone, what use was his body to her?

Their house was in ashes, her mother was screaming, Lily was crying softly on her shoulder, their father had just died and Rose felt lost. They had no home. Where would they go? What would happen to her, to Lily? They wouldn't put them under her mother's care surely; she would probably have to stay at Arkham. Rose cried, scared of the future and of their place in Gotham now that they hadn't their own bed to sleep in anymore.

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