WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. Guess what? Christmas break! A whole week in a half of pure relaxation... ahhh...

I may or may not update this week, so I'm writing the chapter now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, jeez! What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?

"Ow."

Batman glared at Violet. "Don't say 'Ow' if it doesn't hurt, okay?"

"Jeesh. Jest trying to lighten up the mood a bit," mumbled Violet.

She was on some kind of bed, but it was hard and defiantly not comfortable. The Dark Knight was scanning her DNA, or something like that. She couldn't care less on what he was doing as long as it meant getting back to a normal life.

The pincers were lifted up by Batman, and he took a napkin and let her blood soak it. He walked over to the microscopes and put it underneath the lens. At least that was she thought it was called. Violet never payed attention in science.

Bruce grunted as he looked under the lens. He lifted up his head, and the blood showed up on the large screen.

Violet walked over. "I don't see anything," she said.

"Look closer," said Batman. He pushed a button and the screen zoomed in. "See those green specks?"

She squinted. "I think so..."

"That's the Kryptonite. It's still in your system. How long ago did you eat this?"

Violet rubbed her head. "About a month ago..."

He rubbed his chin. "You should have... you know, gotten rid of it. I wonder how it's still in there."

"So, what 'abilities'" she said, making quotation marks with her fingers. "do I have?"

Batman looked back at the screen. "Flight, super strength, and..."

"...and what?"

The Dark Knight typed something in the keyboard. "I don't know. The computer is confused."

"How can a computer be confused?" she asked, shaking her head.

He glared at her. "I designed her. She has feelings."

"She...?"

"I designed her. She. Has. Feelings," he repeated.

"Whatever you say," she mumbled. Violet looked at her watch. "Oh, crud! Lunchtime." She tapped it restlessly.

Batman looked at her warily. "Come. Back. I want to see what you can do."

Violet shifted her noodles around, as her family talked about boring stuff. Unlike their neighbors, the Penni family believed in having a group lunch, all together. Without someone dropping in, taking a bite of their grilled cheese, and leaving. No, the Pennies liked to be together.

Her dad was talking about politics, or something like that to her mom. Mrs. Penni was nodding, saying things like, "They shouldn't be doing that." Or, "I agree completely." But Violet knew that she never payed attention.

Unexpectedly, Max turned to her. "Where were you all morning?" he asked, smirking. "Hanging out with Batman?"

"Max!" their mother scolded. Their father simply cocked his head. "Yes, where were you?" he questioned. "I don't like it when you just run off like tha-"

Now, another thing about this family was that they had the TV on almost all day. Sometimes, coming home from work, Mr. Penni would find the TV on, from the morning.

And now, the small screen drowned out Violet's father's words.

This morning the unexpected happened. Our Gotham police found the Batman, and chased him down. They probably would've killed him if a girl about thirteen wouldn't have saved him. We have footage from it-

The newswoman faded off the screen, a street replacing her. And there was Batman, surrounded by Commissioner Gordan and his men. Suddenly, Violet was on the screen, shielding him from the bullets that were about to be shot.

She gasped, and stabbed her noodles. Mr. Penni turned off the TV with the remote he was holding in shaky hands.

"Why," he stuttered. "Batman's a mad man, a creep, a-"

"Hero," interrupted Violet. "He saved a lot of people from that fire, dad. And maybe-" she stood up from her seat and looked disgustedly at her family. "-you just don't trust me." She started to run out of the room, but she ran into something solid. Very solid. She heard her mom gasp, and Violet scowled as she looked up into the hard eyes of Batman, in full costume.

"You could've given me a warning, ya know." She glared at her shocked family. "We were having a nice lunch. Buttered noodles. They are my favorite, if you hadn't guessed."

He scowled. "Come. Now."

"Why did ya have to come here anyways?" she continued. "You could've waited outside. Or on the roof, if you prefer."

Max seemed to relieze his mouth was hanging open and quickly shut it. Violet's mother's noodles fell from her fork onto the floor. But her father- he was looking at them with pure hatred.

"Get out, creep," he snapped. "Or I swear I'll make a hole in your face."

Violet stomped over to him and gave him her best glare. "Look, pops," she snarled. "I love you. You're my dad. But you must think I'm stupid, because Batman isn't a criminal. I know a lot more things about him then you do. So, shut your mouth before I loose my patience."

As she ran out of the house, Max mumbled, "I think she already has."

Bruce was still standing in the Penni's kitchen.

He liked it. It reminded him of his family all back together again, his mother making breakfast, his father reading the newspaper. Alfred and him laughing together.

But he didn't want to be there.

He only came here to get Violet to see what he had found. It was unsettling, and they needed to take care of it right away.

There. He used the word they.

He did consider waiting on the roof, but he found out it was unstable. It would never hold his weight, plus the armor, plus the utility belt, plus the things inside the utility belt.

And he did wait outside, but he heard shouting, and decided to investigate. He was on the ceiling for at least five minuits.

So here he was, with Mr. Penni glaring at him, and Max and Mrs. Penni staring at him.

He simply stared back at them.

"Well..." Max finally said. "Are you going to go after her?"

Batman said nothing.

"I will not have my daughter accotiating with the Bat," Mr. Penni spat.

"She came to me," Bruce growled.

Max's eyes widened. "So he can talk."

"Max!" scolded Mrs. Penni, since she seemed to not know what else she could do.

Batman took a step closer to them. "I am not a threat," he said.

Mr. Penni's eyes narrowed. "Then what is your purpose?"

"To avenge."

"Avenge what?"

He smirked. "That is for you to figure out."

And with that, he was gone. The family blinked at the newly broken window.

Sorry chapters are so short, but I try to make them at least 1,000 words.

Review, and happy holidays!