*Two days later*

Two days passed after I had gotten kidnapped, and my boredom was never ending. There was nothing for me to do, at least something that I wanted to do. Riddler kept bugging me asking if I wanted to take one of his other tests. I had declined, not wanting to subject myself to that again.

It didn't really matter however, Riddler took it upon himself to reteach me sign language so that's what I did. Three hours a day and the rest of the time I was free to do what ever as long as I didn't leave. Riddler had very clearly expressed this to me, saying that there were traps and other things set up to deter anyone trying to break in; i.e Batman. That's why I was currently laying down on my bed staring at the ceiling.

I had been surprised when Selina had showed off the room I'd be staying in, if not a bit freaked out. The dingy room that I'd woken up in had been transformed into something that was actually livable in. The change wasn't why had freaked me out but rather the fact that it was full of my things. The Rouges must've raided the manor to get a lot of it, then Selina said that she'd actually been the one that grabbed it all.

Since she did that, the room was filled with most of my stuff. Books, magazines, notebooks, a few posters of my favorite bands and artists, and my clothes. Apparently Selina figured that me having my clothes was most important because she'd grabbed all of them. Even the ones I've never worn before. My brown comforter had been neatly placed on the bed along with my abundance of pillows with my lamp sitting next to it on a rickety side table.

Since the room had been reorganized, my bed was now parallel with the large window looking out over the docks. The upper floor was the only floor that had windows I'd discovered. I often found myself in my room a lot because I felt confined without any natural light to be seen. I was starting to feel confined to the building at it was however.

Not being allowed to go outside at all made me antsy. Normally I would've liked nothing better to stay indoors, but now I wanted to get out. Riddler and the others were going in an out all the time, with one of them staying to keep an eye on me to make sure I didn't try to leave.

I peered out the window and contemplated whether or not I should try to escape. Going out the front door was out of the question due to last times attempt, so my only option was to try and go out from the second floor. Luckily I had a window in my room so it kind of made it easier. I just needed to get down without breaking any bones.

Of course if I was going to walk around Gotham without being recognized or spotted (which was ideal), I'd need a disguise. Walking over to my closet, I rummaged through my clothes which I still hadn't taken out of the garbage bag they'd been put in.

Finding what I was looking for at the very bottom of the last bag (go figure), I shook it out and studied it carefully. A black turtle neck sweater, black jeans, and of course a black leather jacket. To any normal person it would've been a typical outfit, one that they wore often, but not to me. I favored graphic shirts that had some sassy/weird comments or references. The shirt I was currently wearing for example was one of those.

It was my 'Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?' shirt that obviously referenced Wayne's World, the best movie ever in my opinion. The ironic thing was that the Rouges actually had Grey Poupon for what ever reason. I had stumbled into the kitchen that morning tired from a bad nights sleep and Scarecrow had taken one look at my shirt before opening a cupboard and tossing a jar of the mustard at me. Typical of a sleep deprived teenager (not to mention that it was first thing in the morning, I hadn't even had my morning tea yet), my reaction time was slow and the jar slipped through my fingers crashing to the ground and splattering mustard everywhere.

Riddler had preceded to yell at Scarecrow for his stupidity and then they both went at it until Selina yelled at them to shut up. She didn't seem to actually live in the warehouse with the rest of us, she left late at night and arrived early in the morning. Nobody seemed to know what she did during the time she was gone, and she didn't seem inclined to tell anyone either.

Getting changed quickly, I pondered on how to get out and down the window without injuring myself in the process. I could probably jump and roll, but the past times I've done that I'd sprained my ankle. No, my goal was to get out without that happening. If only I had some rope...

Snapping my fingers I rushed back to one of the garbage bags and dug out a spare sheet. I didn't want to cut it up, but it was my only option. Grabbing a pair of scissors I got to work. Ten minutes later I was positive that the sheet wouldn't break loose under my weight. Tying one end to a support beam, I carefully let down the other end out the window. Taking a deep breath, I climbed up onto the window ledge gripping the sheet in my hands as I slowly let myself down.

The whole time I held my breath expecting alarms to go off or something. Surprisingly, none did. Had Riddler lied about the traps and alarms to discourage me from trying to escape? It was possible. Dropping to the ground the last couple of feet, I picked my way across the surrounding area just in case. Stepping off the premises, I finally let out the breath I'd been holding. The most dangerous part was behind me, now I just needed to figure out where I wanted to go. Downtown Gotham would be the best place to go, I decided. It wouldn't take me long to get there, if I found some mode of transportation. Walking was out of the question, it was Gotham after all.

I started walking in the general direction of Downtown, scanning the area for anything I could temporarily borrow. Five minutes later, I found a rusty old bike that looked like it had a flat tire.

Good enough, I thought with a shrug.

Now with the bike, I managed to make better time getting into the city. Leaving the bike in an alley off of a main road, I eased my way into the crowded streets of Gotham. With no destination in mind, I let the flow of the crowd guide me around. Passing Cathedral Square I paused to admire my surroundings. I'd never been to this part of Gotham before, mostly being confined to Gotham High and the surrounding areas. Bruce didn't let me go out much, if at all because of the press and whatnot.

Ten minutes of walking later, I found myself across the street from the G.C.P.D., not knowing why I was there. I must've subconsciously made my way here for a reason. I knew that Bruce would be looking for me so I could turn myself in, make up a story about how I'd barely escaped with my life from the Rouges, but something nagged the back of my mind. The Rouges didn't necessarily treat me badly, and did I really want to go back to Wayne Manor? I mean, I loved Bruce and Richard, I owed a lot to them, but... Bruce was really controlling and I've never really had this sort of freedom before. Ok, being kidnapped and held in a warehouse not being able to leave wasn't exactly being free, but it was a change of scenery and something new.

Taking a hesitant step forward, I was suddenly thrown off when someone turned the corner and crashed into me. I felt a burning as a hot liquid spilled down my shirt front. From the smell of it, coffee. Well this was just great. Steadying myself, I turned to see who ran into me. It was a young woman who couldn't have been a few years older than me, with red hair.

"Oh my God," the woman said, covering her mouth with a hand. "I'm so sorry about that! I wasn't looking where I was going obviously. This is what happens when people yell at me to hurry up and grab coffee for them I guess."

It's fine, I signed. No big deal.

"You're deaf to?" The woman asked. "Not that it's a bad thing," she added hastily. "Ugh, give me a second and then I'll take you out to get coffee as an apology."

That's really not necessary, I signed but the woman just ignored me.

Taking out her phone, the woman dialed a number before speaking, "Hey dad? Yeah yeah, I'm good. Can you tell Harvey that I won't be getting his coffee to him until later?"

I studied the woman as she chatted. Her white button up shirt was tucked into her blue jeans and was wearing minimal jewelry.

I stepped back abruptly when I saw her detective badge at her hip. Crap. How'd I get into this situation? What were the odds that I'd run into a Police Detective? I was about to make a run for it when the woman slipped her phone into her pocket turned to me.

"Well that's all taken care of," she said cheerfully. "Harvey's gonna be pissed that he won't get his coffee as soon as he'd like, but he'll just have to deal with it. I'm Detective Barbra Gordon by the way." She held out her hand and I reluctantly shook it.

"You've probably hea- er rather seen my father, Commissioner Gordon."

I've heard of him, I nodded. Commissioner Gordon was a good friend of Bruce's and is met him a few times, he was really nice.

"You can understand me?" Barbra asked.

I can read your lips, I signed. It wasn't a complete lie.

"Well I have no clue as to what you just said," Barbra declared, "but that doesn't matter. Come along, I know the best coffee place in Gotham."

She grabbed my arm and dragged me around the corner and down the street.