"I can't believe this. Again, She ran off again." Damian yelled. It hadn't even been an hour since you woke up bolted out the front door of your home. Robin had taken you there and dropped you off, told your brother to make SURE that you do NOT leave, under ANY circumstances.

Damian was having such a hard time with this. You couldn't stay still. He's met Wally west once or twice, and by how far you could go in a certain amount of time he's sure the speedster had something to do with it. Only that's not true and he's just over exaggerating. Knowing full well you've never even met anyone named Wally. It's just the similarity of that kept pissing him off.

Damian craned his neck up to the roof of the batcave, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still wearing his Robin attire, but the green domino mask had been ripped off out of anger and the same for the cape. He had loosened the collar of the kevlar, revealing some skin for some breathing room.

He let out a wordless yell, kicking over a box of batarangs and then stomping off away from the area.

Bruce sat in his chair behind the Cat-computer, Tim, on the other side of him and Dick to his left. He figured he'd call in for more help from Nightwing and Red Robin if he and Damian can't do this on their own, and it's getting a bit too personal for Damian to handle if he's lashing out like this.

"And you said Jason's got anger issues." Dick stated, the wit of his words never failing to make almost any situation just a little bit more light hearted.
"That's exactly why I didn't ask for his help, actually. As the Red Hood he doesn't follow the no-kill rule. From what Damian says about (y/n) it's likely she'd get someone from her father's work involved that Jason sees as a criminal nobody would miss. Also couldn't risk her being shot, in general. I'm not saying Jason would shoot a child but-"

"She the type to stand in the way of someone being shot?" Tim cut off, Bruce nodded and continued typing, hacking into security cameras of the streets to try and find you, anywhere. Even if it was an image of the back of your head, it would be enough to give a current location as to your current whereabouts.

"You sure she didn't just run off out of Gotham? Maybe-" Dick started, but the sounds of Damian crashing things and knocking stuff over, more yelling, cut him off.

"Think Damian's gonna follow the no-kill rule when we finally catch her and keep her in one place for more than five minutes? Because I can hear Alfred telling Damian to watch his language, and we're all the way over here." Tim said, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow. Long locks of black hair in front of his face while he gave Bruce a questioning look.

"He better." Bruce said, scrolling through videos of bus transfers out of gotham, finding a girl with short black hair and eyes exactly like your own, she had a nose shaped like yours too. The skin tone was almost the exact same, or else he would have thought maybe you lopped off your hair and dyed it black to get away unnoticed.

The girl wore a grey baseball cap that covered some of her face, an olive green hoodie two sizes too big, some grey sweats and some white sneakers. She had thick black eyebrows, but they were groomed to look nice. Not much done to them so she naturally had a bit of an annoyed look on her face it seemed. She seemed to be about an inch taller than what Bruce knows you are, the entire time in the video she was talking to someone who had their back turned to the camera.

He didn't know why the girl gave him an odd feeling, he just stared at her and wondered why hes paying attention to such a minor detail. She just looks so much like you, except her hair is black and her skin is a tad bit darker.

She reached forward and grabbed the girl in front of her, the moment she glanced up and saw the security camera, this was live feed.

She stared at the camera with wide eyes almost as if a child who had been caught shoplifting by the manager. This action was what caused the other girl to be noticed on the film.

"Damian, we got her!" Dick yelled, grabbing his black domino mask and also his escrima sticks, Tim followed suit and slid on his overhead mask.

Damian came in the room, his hair messed up and thrown in every direction possible and had to adjust his suit properly over his body. However he had managed to deal with his anger it meant moving around a lot and shifting under his clothes.

He was panting, bruised knuckles that visibly ached to look at, the sloppy bandage around his hand soaked in fresh blood due to the stitches that had ripped open. He had this murderous look in his eyes that Bruce didn't care to look at.

"You're staying."
"But Father I-"
"Don't argue, you're staying."

*

[Before]

After you left your adoptive parents estate, you hopped on your bike and rode off to the nearest bus station. If Robin and Batman were going to catch up to you all the time, why not leave the city? Why not leave Gotham? You heard about there being an incident in Central city a couple weeks back that was being worked on over there, surely Batman wouldn't drag himself and his annoying sidekick there to look at something that's probably long fixed by now. (Ha, notice how i mentioned Wally and then i mention you're running off to central city?)

You rode your bike to the nearest bus station out of Gotham, taking the 37 all the way to the end of the line then hopping on the 42 all the way through the end would get you to Central city. It would take you an hour or two, but you'd come back to Gotham when the heat died down. You're about just as safe, if not safer, out of Gotham. It's not like you're going to metropolis, that's the last place you wanna be other than in Batman and Robin's dumb clubhouse.

You rode your back as fast as you could, avoided all street cameras as possible. You just wasn't paying close attention to how fast you were peddling on the grey bike, that once the bus station was in sight you collided with another girl on her own bike head on, the two of you both flying off in separate directions.

You let out a loud yell, your eyes widened as you fell face first into some soggy wet grass, a grey baseball cap was at your side. You're guessing it came off the other girl. Grabbing the hat and sitting still while you let the stars fade out of your vision, then pushing yourself off the ground and jogging over to the collapsed girl across from you a good few meters away.

"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. My fault.." You mumbled, taking her hand and pulling her up. She had a good inch or two on you.

In the dark, she just seemed like a regular girl. But when you got a good look at her face your breath was caught in your throat, you didn't know why this sight surprised you so much. She's a complete stranger, why does she look so much like you?

She had a short hair cut, her hair just somewhat longer past her chin. It fell in thick black locks that were straight and had somewhat of a wavy look to them. Not curls, but not really perfectly straight either. Kinda what Nyssa's curls look like if she runs a brush through them and then sprays water over it.

There was a scar under her right eye, like someone had tried to remove it by force with a razor basically. That's what came to your mind anyways. It wasn't an ugly scar, it was just evident on her features and stood out.

You gave her the hat, she snatched it from you and slapped it on over head black hair and tugged at the thick strands that lay askey in different directions.

"Is your name (y/n)?" You raised an eyebrow, the two of you both picked up your bikes and walked over to the bus stop and talked a little bit, you stood one direction and she stood another, in front of you.

*

"How do you know my name?" You asked, standing your bike up by your side on its kickstand. There was a good fifteen minutes before the bus got here, not really many people where here and anybody who was here was either asleep on the bench or smoking a cigarette. The smell of nicotine in the air made your skin twitch over your body, you had been trying to drop a habit you picked up and you've gone about four months without lighting a stick of cancer. It's not good for kids to smoke.

"I'll explain all that later but I need you to come with me. Where are you going?" She asked, her sharp and narrow eyes detailed with a kind of pent up anger you could just see behind her (e/c) irises.

"Not until you tell me who you are. At least a name." You demanded, grabbing her shoulder, she even had a pitcher's arm. Wow.

"Danica Gray. Mind the personal, but I don't feel comfortable sharing my last name with you. Hope my first and middle is good enough for you. I was actually on my way to the Orosco estate, honestly this works just as well." She stated, never once did her serious expression fade into something more carefree of even blank. She meant business, that's for sure.

You didn't have many memories of your mother, your biological mother. But something about her just seemed so...like her.

"...Are we related?"

She didn't answer right away, instead she looked up and gasped, grabbing your arm  and running off with you to any bus that was running. Leaving as quickly as possible, completely uncaring where the two of you where going.

Anywhere but Gotham is good, right?

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a/n: Sorry for the short chapter ;-; it's really watered down and crappy, but I wanted to add even more plot into the story and everything with Danica gets explained later on in future chapters, and for what I have planned i'm certain nobody is gonna see what i have planned coming, so expect big plot twists later on :3 thanks for reading!