Ridley's P.O.V.

I stared down at the piece of paper in front of me and rubbed my eyes.

After I had walked in on what ever had happened between Edward and Jon last night, it took me forever to go to sleep. I had managed to fall asleep, luckily, but I didn't wake up until at least 11:47.

Not wanting to have to deal with anything at that moment, I decided to do the one thing that is been putting off for a long while: figuring out what my life was before I had bee attacked and lost my memories.

I didn't have a lot to go off of, only what Barbara had told me, and what I experienced through the simulation, assuming that was reliable, which it probably was. I had started with what I knew, and now had a small list of things set before me.

- I'm 18 years old and what happened to me was 12 years ago, putting me at age 6 of the attack.

This would compensate for what Bruce had told me, that:

- Bruce rescued me after the attack when I was 6 and took me back to Wayne Manor to live with him.

This also was what Barbara had told me, albeit from a different view point. So the fact that my family had been attacked, and that I was the only survivor was cemented, along with the fact that Bruce saved and adopted me afterwards.

Another cemented fact was that:

- Zsasz was the one behind the attack, though no one seems to know who employed him though there are some guesses.

I circled those facts in red pen, so I knew that those where important. Turning to the rest of my notes, I pondered on them.

Now in regards to that, Barbara was the only one who'd given me the slightest bit if information on who Zsasz's employer was. It had been different than anything else I had heard before, so it wasn't exactly trustworthy as evidence, but still needed to be considered.

- Zsasz worked for Oswald Cobblepot, aka Penguin, and it was safe to assume that Penguin had been his employer for a long time.

- Penguin presumably had a feud with Edward, that lead to a civil war between the Rouges.

- Nobody knows what the two were feuding about. A lot of people don't even know what actually happened. The police didn't even have any idea. Scary.

- they must've been fighting over my family, as Penguin sent Zsasz to kill them.

This looped back to what I knew to be true, but just because that was, didn't mean this was.

There were things that I had questions about though, and I had written them down carefully to make sure I got them right.

1) If we assume that Edward and Penguin were fighting over my family, then why?

Was it possible that my parents had something to do with the Rouges? Where they in cahoots with them? Anything was possible, but if I'd thought about it anymore I might've spiraled down the hole of no return, aka have an existential crisis.

If this was true, then that'd mean that my family had dealings with Edward as Penguin was the one that ordered them killed, and tried to kill me.

2) Was it possible that Penguin was in turn working for, or with, someone else besides Zsasz?

Everything that I heard about Penguin I could assume to be true, mainly because it came from Bruce, and he was one of the few people I trusted.

3) If all of this was true then a) why didn't Edward tell me, b) what was he hiding by doing so, and c) what was I going to do about it?

It was very well within my rights to ask him, that just didn't mean that he'd answer me. Whatever he was hiding, he had a reason for. I needed to know though. For the first time in my life, I had more information about my past than I ever had before, and I had access to the people that knew about it.

I did, admittingly, balk at the idea of outright asking Edward, especially right now. I mean, I knew that Edward would probably give me some excuse before he finally caved, and he most likely would. But... How could I even look at him right now with the secret that I now had? It wasn't out of disgust, no, Edward and Jon could do what they liked. It was more like embarrassment and confusion.

Emarrasment because of what is seen, and confusion because I didn't know how to feel about it. No, now wasn't the best time to ask Edward, definitely not. Then who could I talk to then?

I shuffled my papers around before stacking them in the corner of my desk. It was a pitiful small amount, maybe four or five pages front and back crammed with notes and general thoughts.

Tapping my pencil against the desk, I wondered. I'd feel most comfortable talking to Selina, but it was possible that she didn't know as much as I might think. I could ask Jon, but like Edward, I'd rather not. Plus, Jon hated me, but he probably knew Edward better than anyone else.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I stood up and started to pace. This information was just too important to hold off on for any longer than I already had, but the options for gaining more was limited.

I'd ask Selina first, I decided, feeling more comfortable with the idea. If that doesn't work, or if she can't give me more information, then I guess that I'd have to ask Jon. Hopefully Selina would give me enough insight so I didn't have to do that.

Exiting my room, I slipped silently past Edward's room and down stairs. Poking my head into the kitchen, I didn't see Selina. Hmmm... Living room then? I checked; nothing. I began checking random rooms here and there, at least the ones that were open, several were locked tight.

I had just shut the door to some storage room when someone spoke behind me.

"What are you doing?"

Jumping slightly, I turned around so see Jon standing there in jeans and a sweater.

I shook my head, nothing.

"Looking for something?" he asked, scrutinizing me.

Cat, I signed, not wanting to spell out Selina's name, although that might've been easier.

"Cat?" Jon asked, confused. "Oh, you mean Selina."

I nodded, not liking the way that he was looking at me. I shifted and stepped backwards slightly.

"She's out right now," Jon said, "why? Do you need help with anything?"

I hesitated. Yes, I needed help with something, but I was planning on asking Selina for help before I considered asking Jon. Selina wasn't here though...

Depends, I signed finally, could you help me?

"Depends on what you need help with," Jon said, crossing his arms. "Well?"

It's Edward, I signed carefully, I think he might be hiding something about my past. Would you know anything about that?

A look that I couldn't place flickered across Jon's face.

"Sure," he said, turning around, "follow me."

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter was kind of an info dump... I felt like it was kind of needed. Anyways, what do you think of the story so far? Is it good? Do you like it?

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