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One thing that Rose made clear after her mother took her own life was that she did not want a funeral, Lily protested, but Rose swore she wouldn't go. She didn't see the point in going, or having in at all, but really, she didn't want anyone noticing how happy she would be feeling.

Yes, Rose was affected by her death, but in a good way. She felt free, as if the strings that her mother was tying her down with were finally cut and she was let loose; free to fly.

She hadn't told Lily these things, of course. Katrina's death seemed to have hit home with Lily, she was constantly crying and you weren't able to have a conversation with her without her mentioning her mother.

Rose dared to ask why she was so upset, as if it was weird to be crying now their mother had died, but Lily wasn't angry.

"Rose, I've told you before, Mama wasn't always like that, she did love us, once upon a time ago, and I miss that Mama, and now she's left us, we're all alone, we have no-one now, Rose."

To which Rose responded with; "You have me, Lily."

Lily was speaking the truth though, they only had each other now, their mother did have two brothers (the three of them were triplets), but they had died when Rose was 6, she never found out how, and their father was an only child.

Rose sat down on her bed in the care home, running her hands over the bed sheets. It didn't feel like her room, in fact, her guest room over at the manor felt more like her room than this one. It was already starting to have her clothes here and there on the ground, and her drawings covered most of the walls.

Bruce had decided to send her back here, not permanently; of course, it was for an idea he had. They only had 3 suspects on who could have snitched on Rose, her mother being one of them; she was to stay over there for a few days, and if she was attacked then her mother was off the list. Bruce never stopped to say how risky this was, how something could happen to her, but Rose didn't care, she wanted to know who had killed her father. He told her that himself and Damian would constantly keep an eye on the home, with Nightwing (a.k.a Dick Grayson, Rose was told this and soon clocked on that Stephanie was Batgirl, and Tim Red Robin, no-one was surprised she had manage to find this out) close behind.

The door opened and John ran in, jumping around Rose.

"Rose! Hi, Rose! I missed you! How long are you staying for?" He said all at once, still jumping on the spot.

Rose laughed and picked him up in her arms.

"Hey, John. I missed you too, hm, it's hard to stay, but hopefully for long," she beamed at him and he grinned.

She suddenly wished she could stay forever; this boy was too cute to upset.

"Yay! Come down stairs!"

He wriggled out of her arms and pulled at her hand, making her run to catch up wit him. She laughed and went along with it.

He led her to the living room where everyone was sitting together, talking and chatting away, some were watching TV, some on the computer, and others playing snooker in the corner of the room.

"Guys, hey guys! Look, Rose is here!"

They all turned their heads, Peter, Kayla and Colin smiled and waved, but the others just seemed to ignore her, Rose didn't care, but John obviously did.

"He-llo? I said, Rose is here! Isn't anyone going to say hi?!" The little boy genuinely sounded confused.

"Hello. Happy?" A girl with a southern accent said, Rose remembered her name was Una.

John stomped his foot and pouted, Rose could tell he was about to yell. She bent down and ruffled his hair.

"It's alright John, I don't mind," she smiled softly.

"But they're being mean! I'm going to tell Sister Ann!" He stuck his tongue out at them and stormed off yelling "Sister Ann! Sister Ann! Nobody is saying hi to Rose!"

She looked at the other kids there, slightly confused at how they were acting. Walking over to the couch, she was about to sit down when a boy stopped her.

"Rachel's sitting there," said a low, gruff voice.

She looked up and remembered him as the boy with the green strip, his name...Luke!

Rose put her hands up in defence and went to sit by Colin instead, he was reading a book, oblivious to the tension in the air. She sat silently, but after a minute and leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"What's up with everyone?"

He put down his book and looked at her, shrugged slightly.

"Don't take it personally, they've all just been in care for way too long and have forgotten some people actually get fostered."

Rose frowned but then realised what he was talking about, her eyes widening.

"They think...they think Bruce Wayne adopted me?" Her voice showed her utter disbelief.

He nodded. "And that you're just visiting to take the piss."

Rose snorted and giggled, she couldn't contain herself.

"I can't be adopted by him! I'm going out with his son!"

Colin dropped his book fast and snapped his head to her.

"What? With Damian?"

She nodded and continued to laugh- the thought of being his daughter creeped her out to no end.

Colin seemed surprised, and she felt slightly offended.

"Why are you surprised? That I managed to get a boyfriend? Let alone him being Damian Wayne?"

He shook his head. "No, no, no! I'm surprised he managed to get a girlfriend, let alone her being you."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You two are polar opposites, that's all."

Rose bit her lip from smiling, they might be, but Rose thought that they were similar too, in their own way.

"But opposites attract, right?"

Colin shrugged. "Suppose so."

They talked some more, and Rose started to feel even more at ease with Colin; he was hilarious and blunt too, which Rose liked about him.

He promised her that by the morning all thoughts of her being adopted by Bruce would have disappeared.

...

Rose had just wished everyone good-night and brushed her teeth, and was combing her hair when she heard the knocking on her window. She froze and fear crept over her, slowly, she peaked around her wardrobe, expecting to see hooded men standing there, but sighed with relief when she saw Damian, in his costume, tapping repeatedly onto the window.

She laughed and opened it, letting him in.

"That took you a while, I thought I'd be there all night," he said, sighing.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Hi to you too."

"Hello."

They stared at each other, Rose blushed under his gaze. She was still getting used to this whole 'boyfriend girlfriend' thing, and she could sense he was too.

"Aren't you supposed to be watching from outside the building?" She asked, hopping onto the desk while he sat on the chair.

He nodded. "Yes, but I wanted to see you."

She smiled; it was those tiny comments he said that made her feel all giddy inside.

"Damian, does Colin know you're Robin?"

"Yes, we're closer than you think."

"I told him that I was your girlfriend today," she giggled softly, she hadn't gotten used to saying it out loud, "and he said he was surprised you managed to get one."

Damian tutted and shook his head, making Rose laugh. "That boy couldn't get a girlfriend even if the paid them."

Rose shrugged. "Actually, it'd be easy for him, he is attractive..."

Damian's head snapped up, making his hood fall off his head, and she could tell he was raising an eyebrow underneath that mask.

"What are you trying to say?"

Rose put an innocent look on her face. "Nothing."

Before Rose knew what was going on Damian had stood up, picked her off the desk and pinned her hands by her sides on her wall.

"I dare you to say that again," his voice was deep, his eyes looking at her ones intently.

Rose laughed. "What? That Colin is attractive?"

"I do not appreciate you looking at other men in this way."

"Men? Damian you're just boys-

She was cut off by Damian's lips placed roughly on hers. Her eyes widened in shock but kissed him back soon enough, the rush of feeling his lips took over her and she kissed him back with equal amount of force, force she never knew she was capable of having. Damian's gloved hands reached up and were placed on either side of her face, and hers lost themselves in his hair. She had never dreamed of kissing a boy in this way, she found herself bursting for oxygen but didn't want to part her lips from his. She gasped as she felt him bit her lower lip and pull at it as they finally parted, breathing as if they had just run a marathon.

Where on earth did Damian learn to do any of that?

Rose was just about to kiss him again when a voice sounded out of Damian's left ear, sounding much like Bruce.

"Damian, where are you?"

She looked into his eyes, and he stared back, at first she didn't think he'd answer, but was proven wrong when he pressed into his ear and spoke, his voice rather husky.

"I am on my way."

Damian kissed her again, and just as Rose felt they would start again he parted and within a blink of the eye had disappeared in a flurry of his cape.

Rose's jaw dropped. "Jerk," she muttered and shook her head as she got into bed, touching her lips and fell asleep remembering how it felt with his on hers.

...

Rose opened her eyes and realised she was still alive, and in the bed she got into last night: her mother was not the betrayer. Rose frowned, that only left two other suspects, Jane and her sister. She didn't want to believe that either of them had told on her, she trusted them both with her life.

When she went down for breakfast, she noticed that Colin had kept to his word, and it was as if none of them had been angry at her yesterday, they all waved and smiled like she was a family friend.

She sat down in between Peter and Kayla and tried to make conversation with any of them. She turned to the girl she remembered who bit her nails a lot and was about to say good-morning when pom pom head sent her a glare and pulled nail biting girl away, she then remembered them as Jade and Wendy.

Shrugging, she turned to a curly haired boy who couldn't stop bouncing and smiled at him- she remembered him as Harry.

"Hello, Harry, how old are you?" Rose almost kicked herself, what sort of question is that to start a conversation with a child?

"Four!" He said, holding up 5 chubby fingers, not realised his mistake.

Rose gasped in fake amazement. "Whoa! Four!? That is so cool!"

Harry grinned up at her.

"Rose! Rose, I'm seven!" A lisp girl said, with a smile on her face, her name was Lucy.

"Seven is awesome too," she assured her and Lucy punched the air with her tiny fist.

Suddenly, the sound of crying pierced the air and everyone turned to face the sound.

A little boy, Rose remembered him as the boy who mumbled a lot, Jeremy, and the girl who never stopped laughing, Chloe was next to him. Jeremy's t-shirt was covered in orange juice, and Chloe was pointing and laughing at him, throwing her head back and clapping her hands together; Rose was reminded of a baby seal.

Jeremy was a small boy though, he looked about 3, and Rose just wanted to hug him, Chloe looked about 5. Sister Nina rushed to clean him up, and Sister Ann scowled Chloe, telling her off. Chloe only sat there and grinned.

Rose shook her head and noticed Peter staring at her eyes, his widened he saw her looking and he blushed, looking down into his cereal. Rose raised an eyebrow and Kayla snickered by her side.

"I think he has a crush on you," she whispered into her ear.

Rose's mouth formed an 'O' and she silently awed, Kayla continued to laugh. She tried to talk to him, but he only stuttered and blushed.

She looked to her watch and quickly put her bowl into the sink and rushed upstairs, it was just about to hit 10, the time Damian had told her to wait in her bedroom for some news- if they had any.

Slipping on a robe over her tank top, she heard knocking on the window and rushing to open it, letting Damian (in costume) in.

"Good-morning," he said, slightly out of breath, she wondered how many buildings he had jumping over to get here...

"Morning," she nodded, the events of last night came hurtling towards her and she sat crossed legged on the bed, feeling a tad bit shy.

"We've figured something out," he said.

She snapped her head up to him, waiting for him to continue.

"It's only logic, really. It your mother was the betrayer, you would've been attacked last night, because she would've informed those group of individuals where you were."

"But I wasn't, so she isn't."

He nodded. "That only leaves your sister and Matthews, Rose are you sure no-one else knows?"

Rose thought about it for a moment. "Well, my two uncles did, but they're dead so..."

"No-one else alive."

She nodded. Rose felt sick, she didn't know who trust anymore. If Lily was the betrayer, she would really have no-one.

"Will I have to stay here for longer, then?"

He shook his head. "Only if you want to."

Rose frowned. "How come I never see you talking with Colin? In costume and out of it?"

"I spoke to him last night, after you went to sleep."

She grinned. "So you didn't go back to Batman?"

He shrugged. "I told him I'd be back later."

"What did you two talk about?" She said, still smiling widely. She didn't know why she wanted to know, but it was right after he had kissed her so-

"Nothing that would be at your interest, Rose."

"So you weren't talk about me?"

"No," he glared at her, but she didn't fall for it.

Sighing loudly, she stood up. "Well, I'll just have to ask Colin then."

"No you won't."

"Why not?"

"Because I won't let you."

"You can't stop me from talking to others."

Damian stared at her and breathed in deeply through his nose.

"I obviously said something about me, otherwise you wouldn't mind me talking to him. If you tell me now it would save you the embarrassment..." She grinned.

He sat down on the bed and crossed his arms, defeated.

"I only said how...how..."

"How..?" She replied, sitting on the desk chair opposite him.

He looked up at her slowly. "You can go and ask Colin, I'm not saying it out loud."

Rose shrugged. "Okay! I'll be back in a minute."

She left him sitting there and giggled. He seemed very persistent not to tell her. She skipped towards his room and knocked. Before she could knock a second time the door swung open and Colin stood there, it didn't look like he had slept well the night before, she didn't remember seeing him at breakfast...

"Colin, are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Was there something you wanted?"

"I just wanted to ask you..." she suddenly felt very awkward, "If Damian had said anything about me last night? He won't tell me himself," she fiddled with her fingers and bit her lip.

A grin spread over his face, "Yeah, he said some stuff, what do you want to know?" He leaned onto the wall, and it was then Rose realised he was shirtless.

"All of it!" She said, before she could stop herself.

Colin chuckled. "Well, he said he really liked your hair and eyes, and your laugh, it didn't take him long, and I quote, to 'woo you over,' what ever that means, and..." He squinted his eyes in thought, "He likes you, but he never said any of that like I said it, just translate it into Damian speak," he smiled.

Rose smiled and giggled. "Thanks, Colin."

He waved as if to say it was nothing and she walked back to her room, opening the door and skipping in.

"Damian I know what-

She stopped mid sentence and frowned. He was gone.

...

Dick picked her up from the care home and she waved at everyone, hugging Colin and Kayla, Peter only waved and John clung onto her tightly.

"Don't go! Don't go don't go don't go!" He cried.

Rose kissed his check. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

He nodded and she put him down, walking to the car. She sat next to Dick at the front and smiled.

"Hello, Rose!"

"Hi, Dick," it amazed Rose how much energy he had.

"Had fun there?"

She nodded. "The people are nice."

"Looks like it. Hey, how are things with Damian?" He winked at her and nudged her side.

Rose rolled her eyes and laughed. "Fine."

"He's not being too stiff, is he?"

She frowned, and shook her head. "No, I don't think so, but he doesn't like to-

"Compliment you straight up, right?"

She nodded, not bothered to ask how he knew.

"Don't worry about that, he's still trying to get over why someone like you would ever want to be with him," he shook his head.

"What?"

"In short, he doesn't think he's good enough."

Rose's jaw dropped. "He doesn't think he's good enough?!"

"Yeah, hard to believe right? You're both amazing for each other, he's just too stubborn to listen."

Rose nodded, deep in thought, she would have to sort that out.

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This chapter was mostly fluff. :] Review?