Tears escaped your eyes, the agonizing pain of realization before your very own glossy (e/c) orbs, laced with stinging hot tears. You sit on the cold wet ground in an alleyway in Gotham. Your frilly yellow dress is coated in mud and blood. Your adoptive parents blood to be specific. Your breath was shaking as you tried your absolute best to take all of this in, what had just happened.

You gingerly placed your hands on your father's stomach and applied pressure as tears fell from your eyes onto his somewhat nice looking clothes. The soft fabric being wet down by the rain water and the blood. They had just finished watching your school's orchestra performance at Gotham academy. Your first violin solo that you were so proud of. You had been practicing for months on end and just now you were finally accepted into the Solo ensemble. You were only ten years old but you managed to get put up into a higher class with older students. So this was probably one of the most important nights for you so far.

Now they're dead. Your sheet music had flown out of your mother's purse and onto the rain soaked pavement when the attack happened. The notes that once gave you a happy feeling now gave you an overwhelming sadness as they were now soaked in blood and rain water.

"Daddy? Daddy please get up!" You yelled, your shrill child like voice hitched loudly and cracked between words. Salty tears that fell from your eyes and made their way sliding down your cheeks and continued to make  their way over your lips. Some sliding past your lips and into your mouth while the rest dribble down your chin and fall onto your dad's chest. A small pool was already forming and then soaking into the fabric, and leaving another wet spot.

"Please! You can't leave me too!" You shrieked, pounding on the man's chest repeatedly while hearing the loud thumps echoing through the dark alley. Memories of what it was like seeing them after adopting you for the first time crossed your brain, now looking at their cold, unmoving corpses in the middle of an alley long after their murder had fled the scene.

You remained this way for a while. Loudly sobbing into your father's chest as you curled up into a ball on the rain soaked ground. His blood pooling under him and in your hair from his chest, while you laid there. Knowing full well you wouldn't hear a heartbeat. Your mother was so bloody...you couldn't look at her. Her blouse ripped open and her cotton red bra evidently blending in with the bloody slash marks all over her.

loud footsteps and a swishing sound that reminded you of fabric being wiped out from over your bed and slowly being let down like a cape or a blanket sounded through the air. Two sets of loud footsteps coming your way, one fairly heavy and the other in a way,sounded like it belonged to a kid. But at the same time it didn't.

"Robin. We're late, I want you to take her to GCPD right now while I deal with this. I'll scan the area and look for evidence." A deep voice said, you slowly turned around and saw two figures. One was in a way, colorful. With red and green clothes and the occasional yellow every here and there. The other was clad in black. You knew that this was Batman and Robin. You just never thought you'd actually see them in real life. Only ever on the news.

The shorter boy known as Robin took all this in, knowing you couldn't be more than his own age. He let out an arrogant grumble of annoyance.
"I could stay and help, I could run after the criminal who did this while you take her to-"

His speaking was cut off by batman who had already informed the GCPD that Robin was on his way. The boy let out a Tt sound from his lips.

It a while for you to practically be pried off of your fathers cold and dead wet corpse. But eventually Robin had made his way over to the GCPD with you one way or another, already awaiting your arrival.

Robin wasn't suppose to leave until batman got there. And commissioner Jim Gordon thought, since you and Robin were close in age, and that you were not speaking to anyone, he would try and get you to open up.

As as much as this annoyed the young, arrogant boy known as Robin. He knew protecting Gotham and it's citizens was his first priority.

You sat sat on the footsteps of GCPDs main police department building since you refused to go inside and you put up a hell of a fight to stay outside in the rain. You had actually bit a police officer who tried to pick you up and move you inside. Leaving a bloody and flesh torn bite mark look to his hand.

The he fact you ever so violently denied all help given to you intrigued, and annoyed Robin off beyond belief.

Robin stood in front of you with a security blanket in his hands. The thick grey and black fabric between his fingers giving him a calm feeling while he looked down on you as you shook where you sat in the rain. Ha, if he could only just give that calm feeling to you without even trying.

"You have to talk eventually." He stated, trying his best not to sound too arrogant when speaking to you. After all you did just watch your parents get murdered right in front of you. You still are deciding to shove away almost any and all help given to you it seems. That's what's shoving to give the boy an annoying arrogant train of thought when it came to speaking to you.

When end you didn't answer him, he let out that audible Tt sound again. He bent down and squatted down to your eye level and saw your face was blank and expressionless. Empty glassy eyes that had red marks around them, yet tear streaks evidently shown down your features.

He sighed of annoyance. It was like nobody was home. You were an empty shell.

Knowing full well that he would get no such answer out of you at all, he draped the blanket around your shoulders and tightened it around your small and petite childish like body, his knuckles brushing past your cold cheeks.

He didn't even have time to put his hands back at his sides before you shoved yourself forward and pushed your face into his chest. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders and letting out tears as you shook violently under his arms.

Robins face turned red and he had no idea what to do. Sometimes every now and then a little kid will go and hug batman, but this has never happened before to him. He could feel your hot breaths against his chest through his Kevlar suit. Your tears sliding down the waterproof material and onto his lap. A small pool forming.

The blanket slid down and off your shoulders onto the ground in a more dry area as your shoulder shook, your muffled sobs sending vibrations through his body like a warning almost.

"This is the second time." Were the only audible words Robin could hear out of the long sobs and incoherent words.

He leaned forward to reach for the blanket that fell behind you, causing the boy to push you backwards a bit as you pressed your hands closer to his back and gripped the fabric of his cape for more security to hang on.

Robin groaned when he realized the blanket had eventually gotten more wet than he thought when he assumed it had landed in a dry place.

He sighed, pulling himself off of you and removing his cape. You stared at him in confusion. A soft breath leaving your lips as he wrapped it around your shoulders.

You held it closely to you, the warm interior giving you a more open and accepting feeling than the itchy wool security blanket used by several victims or witnesses before yourself. Each a sad story could be told in the fabric. It might as well be woven in the threads of grief.

"Give it back next time we meet. Hopefully we won't ever have to again." Was the last thing he said before turning and leaving you to report back to Batman who had just arrived in the bat mobile. You watched them drive away, pulling Robins cape close  to your cold body.

*

Sparks.

Your eyes narrowed in the darkness of the alley. Your backpack still on your back from school, heavy textbooks and some of your softball equipment weighing on you.

You dragged you bat along the dry ground road the dark alley. A smirk tugging at your lips as you kept a steady pace, applying pressure to the solid metal softball bat agonist the ground, which created the only light source in the alley.

Sparks.

You decided to take a shortcut home today after softball practice at Gotham academy. The crime ridden streets struck again as you managed to walk down the alley of a girl being harassed.
The girl looked your age, she probably went to your school so you wouldn't really be surprised if she did end up going to your school.

The man? Looked to be in his thirties. Late thirties. He licked his lips with ill intentions as he swiped at the girls dress, earning a loud scream for help which was swiftly muffled by his sweaty hand slapping over her mouth.

"Hey!" You yelled, swinging the aluminum bat at the wall and speeding up your pace, more sparks igniting against the brick wall and your bat.

You were ignored. What an idiot. This only made it easier for you.

You walked up behind him, pressing a finger to your lips and giving the girl a wink as if to signal her to be silent and not let him know he had company.

You quickly reeled your arm back and positioned the bat to the middle of his back, swinging as hard as you could and hearing a satisfactory  yell in pain, a small pocket knife fell from his hands.

As he fell forwards you pressed a tennis shoe into the middle of his back and aloes pressure, swinging the bat at his head and leaving him unconscious. You bent over and pocketed the knife with an impressed look on your face. Nice knife.

There's was a little bit of a new dent in the bat. You tore off your brown leather jacket and wiped the handle down of your finger prints and handed it to the girl. She had long red hair and brown eyes, a splash of freckles on her face and bright red lips that quivered.  She wore a mid thigh length green dress and tan boots. Not an excuse for her to be sexually harassed.

"Did he touch you?" You asked before taking your jacket and wrapping it over her shoulders, your short sleeved Gotham Academy girls softball team shirt showing evidently between the two of you.

"N-no. Thank you." She replied shakily as she clung the jacket closer to her while reading your shirt. You noticed this, so she did go to your school.

"Sophomore varsity, haha sorry I just caught you staring so I felt like clarifying. You should call the police, I gotta get home before my mom freaks out. Just tell them you did this yourself, my older brothers on the police  force so I can't have him knowing I was out this late again-"

You were cut off by her abruptly hugging you, you could practically feel her smile in your shoulder as she hid her face in your T-shirt.

You left as soon as she called the police, agreeing and understanding your situation.

You felt like you were being watched. So you made your way home quickly.

*

From the roof tops in the distance Damian watched while in his Robin suit. Taking care of the issue Bruce sent him to do.

A glare directed towards you as you ran home quickly. This was the second time you beat him to his job.