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Rose woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She felt happy, and skipped her way downstairs to breakfast, everyone was already up and eating.

"Morning!" She said to them cheerfully.

She stopped skipping and stood still, her face slowly falling and a frown appeared on it, Bruce was sitting at the table with a troubled look on his face, Damian's grip on the table was so hard Rose thought it would break and Alfred was shaking his head.

"What is it?" Rose asked, worry in her voice.

Bruce cleared his throat. "Last night, some people...I'm sorry Rose, but they broke into your father's office and wrecked it all, they didn't take anything though," he told her.

Rose opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find her voice, she didn't know what to say or feel, or think or do. These people were so desperate to get her father's work that they actually broke in? Had the nerve to touch and mess everything up?

She clenched her jaw tight and crossed her arms, suddenly feeling angry.

"When did you find out?" She asked him.

"This morning, I would've told you then but I didn't want to-

"Why weren't you there? Keeping guard? Protecting it?" She yelled, cutting him off. "You're Batman! Isn't that your job!?"

She knew she was being unreasonable and selfish, but she rarely ever thought of herself, and she was angry and upset, she didn't even know what she was talking about.

"Hey now, I was here celebrating your birthday-

"But if you were there protecting my father's office I wouldn't have cared!" She interrupted him again. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes and she wiped them angrily.

The room fell silent; the only noise was Rose's occasional sniff.

"Look, I'm sorry," Bruce said softly. "They didn't take anything, they didn't find what they wanted, it's alright, and they'll put everything back in its place."

She crossed her arms and nodded, taking an apple from the fruit basket, she stomped back upstairs. She was feeling too angry to sit down and eat with them.

"Wait- Rose!"

She turned around on the stairs and saw Damian at the bottom, one arm on the banister.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything? Do you...do you need me?" He asked her, and her hand went to hold the bracelet she was wearing, fiddling with the letters.

She looked back down to him and smiled weakly, shaking her head. "No, thank you, Damian. You should finish your breakfast."

He stared at her and nodded, "Just so you know, we'll be keeping a closer eye on you and making sure your safe 24/7, who knows what could happen?"

Rose nodded in thanks and she turned back around, continuing walking up the stairs. She felt bad for just shutting him out like that, but she wanted to be by herself, she needed to think.

...

Damian wasn't joking about what he said, she barely walked out the manor without someone accompanying her and everyone constantly asked her whether she was okay or not, if she needed anything and how she was doing.

She was getting tired, and the only thing that was keeping her sane was her time with Damian. Those moments together were the only times she felt whole, happy.

Rose leaned her hand onto her palm and closed her eyes, right now she was in the middle of a geography lesson, and she could barely make out what the teacher was saying, Anna never stopped poking her, asking her questions that made Rose feel slightly uncomfortable, 'Jacobs, is he a good kisser?' 'I bet he's got an 8 pack! He has, right?' 'How far have you gone with him?' And she was always passing her notes, which Rose chucked away as soon as she got the chance.

She was about to fall asleep right there was someone knocked on the door of the classroom, everyone's head snapped up and a man wearing a black suit and a pair of dark shades walked in, he looked like someone from a James Bond movie.

"Excuse me; is Rose Jacobs in this class?" He asked the teacher.

Mrs Wells nodded and pointed over to Rose, who everyone was now staring at.

"You could please come with me, you're needed somewhere very important," he told her and she stumbled to put her things away, slightly confused.

Mrs Wells coughed. "Does the school know she's going?"

He stared at her, as she was speaking an entirely different language and then nodded. "Yes, I called in this morning myself."

She nodded. "Just making sure."

Rose slung her bag over her shoulder and followed the man out, he was walking straight out the door and Rose tapped him awkwardly.

"Sorry, sir. But I've got to sign out?" She said, moving towards the office.

He suddenly growled and yanked her forward by her arm.

"Just shut up and walk, girl," he hissed at her and she almost tripped up.

Rose suddenly felt scared and was worried about where he was taking her. He led her out the school and into the parking lot where a van was parked, the doors at the back opened and he threw her in.

"Wait! Stop! Where are you taking me?" She yelled.

But it was too late, he closed the door and she was in darkness. Rose turned around on the spot and her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.

"Who's there?" She whispered, her voice quivering.

Then something hard hit her head and blackness consumed her.

...

"Have you got the girl?"

"Yes sir. Though she is unconscious."

"Alright, bring her in, sit her down and wake her up."

Rose didn't know whose voice she was hearing, or where she was, but she felt someone's arms holding her up and there was a throbbing pain at the back of her head. She was put in a chair and someone struck her around the cheek and she opened her eyes frantically, her cheek in pain and she placed her hand on it. Her vision cleared and she looked in front of her, she was sitting in front of a man, a bulky man, who was bald and wore a sinister smirk on his face. The room was disintegrating, the walls looked as if they break if she brushed her hands against it and there was only two chairs and a desk in the room.

"Good afternoon Rose, my name is Alexander, but you can call me Mr. Luthor," he said, his voice was deep and had an air of leadership to it.

Rose sat wide eyed and gulped. She was sitting in front of Alexander Luthor.

"You're probably confused on why you're here, and where you are," he paused, probably for a dramatic effect. "My people have brought you to Metropolis, my home city, because we need some information off of you, Rose. Some very important information."

She could barely look him in the eye, and she had a faint idea as to what information he wanted, but at that second, she promised herself, and her dead father, she wouldn't tell them anything.

"I know what you want," she said, her was voice surprisingly calm. "And I'm not giving you anything."

He laughed; Rose didn't know what was so funny.

"Oh, my dear Rose, you will. You can count on that."

She kept her gaze on him, determined not to shrink under his, but he won. She looked down and bit her lip, fear bubbling up inside of her as if she were a pan on the gas.

"Take her away; I will see you shortly, Rose. And don't count on seeing you loved ones until you've given us everything we won't, and who knows if we'll give you back then anyway?" He shrugged and laughed evilly again.

Rose's hands trembled, and she grasped onto the bracelet Damian had given her, feeling somewhat closer to him.

Two men grabbed an arm of hers and yanked her up, pushing her out the room. They walked her down a deserted and dark corridor and put her into what looked like a prison cell. It had no windows, apart from a tiny square hole which was too high for her reach, and there was a bench in the corner. They closed the gates and locked it up, leaving her alone.

She sunk to her knees and put her head in her hands, too confused and scared to cry. How did they manage to take her out of the school so easily? What were they going to do to her? How did they know which class she was in? Who betrayed her?

She grabbed the roots of her hair and pulled, as if that would give her the answers. She shivered; she was cold, and she was only wearing her school uniform and short socks. It didn't look like they had packed her some warmer things to wear.

Feeling alone, she looked up to the hole in the wall and saw the blue of the sky through it. How long would they keep her here? Would anyone come and get her out? What if she died there? Would anyone know? Would Damian miss her?

She went for her bracelet again and held it close to her, determined not to loose it, or herself. Slowly, she laid on her side on the dirty floor, pulled her knees into her chest and held her bracelet tightly, thinking of happy thoughts until she fell asleep.

...

"Get up!" Rose felt someone kick her stomach and she wrapped her arms around it quickly, trying to stop the searing pain from spreading.

Someone yanked her up by pulling her hair and dragged her out the cell, she gave the hole in the wall a glance and realised it was night; she hadn't slept for very long.

The guard pushed her into the same room she as in when she first got there and sat down on the chair, keeping her arms around herself. She was too frightened to move her head up to face Alexander.

"Rose, there are many things we'd like to know, but the first is the pass code to your father's vault, there are some very important things we'd like to get from there," he told her.

The numbers flashed before her eyes, 8753, but it wasn't that easy to get in, you had to answer a question once you'd entered that code, and the only people who knew the answer was herself and her father.

She looked up at him slowly, at his eyes, and shook her head.

Alexander's eyes darkened a notch and he glared at her. "Well, I'm afraid if you do not co-operate, we'll just have to go to harsher measures," he told her, smirking.

Rose gulped but kept her gaze firm on him.

He didn't look away and he clicked his fingers. "Take her away, you know what to do."

A guard who's breath Rose could probably smell from a mile away grinned at her and yanked her up, pulling her by her long hair. He threw her roughly into her cell and locked it. Rose frowned; they were just going to leave her again? She could deal with that.

...

Rose was proven wrong, she woke up to the sound of someone laughing hysterically, she only saw their shadow, they were holding what looked like a crow bar up in the air, her eyes widened and it hit her forcefully on her back, once, twice, again, over and over, until she couldn't feel a single limp. Her eyes brimmed with her tears, her yells and cries filled the room, but the person hitting her own laughed louder, she hadn't a clue who they were, and didn't care, she just wanted them to stop.

Finally, they dropped the crow bar and their face appeared in her view, right before her eyes, she would've screamed if she had the energy, it was none other than the Joker himself.

He started to laugh, his breath smelt of alcohol, but she was already fading away, slipping into what seemed a dark place, she sunk deeper and deeper, feeling safer than where she actually was.

This happened again, for the next three days, sometimes they'd be more, sometimes it would go on for longer, and sometimes he actually flung her across the room, hitting her head hard against the brick wall, and every time they left, with the only energy she had left she would get her bracelet out and kiss it softly, lightly, and fall asleep with Damian's face before her eyes.

...

:O Poor Rose!