Justice League 1. Chaos Errupts

**Dark Shadows**

**Summary: Bruce gets turned back to an eight year old boy, and after a while loses his memory, will the team of heroes be able to help their comrade or slowly fall into the dark spirit underneath.**

**Disclaimer: I own zilch…Alright I lied, I own nothing **

**Chapter 1: Chaos erupts**

The tower was quiet, unusually quiet.

Despite the fact, every single hero was here, no one had bothered to utter a word. They just sat and stared at the body, on the medical bay. Each one staring, wondering what in the world happened.

Not even the heroes on the mission knew what happened, they just knew, he had yelled for help and the deed was done. He was the only one that knew. But he was unconscious lying on the bed, not having moved an inch since they arrived.

Hell, they weren't even sure he'd remember anything, considering his condition.

"How long has he been out?" Diana muttered.

"Two hours, Di." Flash answered, his usual preppy and bouncing attitude wisped away.

Everyone looked down and couldn't help but glance at him. His face was violently pale, and he was cold to the touch.

Every since they checked his vitals, no one had bothered to touch him, afraid one wrong move would break his frail body.

It didn't seem right; he shouldn't be on the bed. He shouldn't be this pale or small. They shouldn't be afraid he'd die if they made one wrong move. He shouldn't be unconscious.

But here he was and there they were, everyone doing the exact opposite of what they shouldn't be doing.

_Beep. Beep. Beep_

His heart rate was steady, but his breath was shallow. And soon enough they felt themselves worrying more with every beat of his heart.

That is until it suddenly jolted upwards.

J'ohn jumped to his feet and hovered over the small boy, removing his mask in the process, just in time to see his eyes flutter open.

"J'ohn?" the small voice stuttered out.

"Batman, are you alright?" he questioned, trying to not give away his situation.

"Fine." He muttered out, "Except for the fact I've been turned to a kid."

J'ohn's eyes widened in surprise, he hadn't expected him to know, or even recall what happened to his body.

"Batman," Superman trudged through the crowd before appearing. "What happened?"

"Morgan." He hissed, everyone reeling back at how much venom his voice held. "She did this!"

"Why, why would she do this, we haven't seen her or her son for what?" Shayera asked. "A year or so?"

"Well she came back, on our last mission, after the police left." He bit back.

"What'd she do?"

He breathed in deeply slowly recalling what she had said before he spoke.

"Mordred, apparently had turned into a shriveling old man, who hardly spoke at all." He paused and continued. "But he had told her of the time we brought him down, how I had tricked him into being older, she always knew we had tricked him, but never considered who had, until now I suppose."

"Wait that still doesn't explain why she lashed out on you, or why she turned you into a kid." Diana spoke up. "This doesn't add up at all, and the pattern seems mismatching. She now gets to take care of her 'little' boy, without a hitch."

"That was exactly what I thought," he continued. "But now, he can't talk to her, can't play anymore, and can't even hold up a conversation anymore. She was ecstatic about him talking to her, but when it was about that day, she realized who she needed to punish. At first she was ranting on how, she couldn't in all her mind, figure a way to punish the Batman, before recalling on how I reacted as a kid, not really wanting to relive Childhood no more. She gave me a maniac laugh and chanted…something before this happened."

He motioned to himself as he spoke the last phrase.

"Was the chant in a different language or something?" Diana asked again.

"No, she had chanted in English," he hummed. "But I can't recall a single word besides darkness and memory."

"Darkness and memory?" Superman whispered.

"Wait a second, can't the other magic users or Etrigan figure out a way to change him back?" Arrow called out suddenly.

Everyone began to murmur in agreement.

Zatanna sighed before standing up, as everyone turned to her.

"The other and I cannot help bats in this situation."

"Why?!" an angry voice shouted.

"Because it is not our spell, Morgan is a powerful magic user, but the type of magic I sense is not normal or even ancient magic." Everyone stopped to listen. "This magic was conjured up by pure hatred, and can only be broken if the enchantment has been fulfilled or broken by the one who cast it." She breathed in deeply. "Hatred is a powerful emotion, but when mixed with magic can be unstoppable and unbreakable, I'm afraid we have no other choice but to wait."

They all let the information to sink in, realizing the consequences of what this meant.

Batman felt it the worst, he didn't want to be a kid. He didn't want to relive his whole life again. He couldn't stand the pain. He wasn't strong. How could he be strong, if he pushed everything away?

He felt a tug at his heart, and something yanking on his head.

He blinked realizing the black spots covering his vision; the sudden darkness was welcoming him with open arms, willing him to join their embrace.

He heard people screaming his name, before he was staring at the ceiling. Patches of blurred colors appeared above him. Yelling and screaming, pleading him to wake up.

But he was awake, tired but awake. Until a single voice met his ears, anger and hatred filling their voice as they chanted.

"_An eye for an eye, darkness will consume you, memory flooded from your mind; a child will consume this man, full of longing and fear, never to believe until he can learn to wish, shadows dancing and taunting, till he learns to believe."_

Confusion flooded his mind, learn to wish. What did that mean?

Finally another voice came to his mind, calming and reassuring him.

"_Everything will be alright."_

Finally Darkness hugged him with a careful embrace.

**So how was that? I finally rewrote it. Dark shadows, does have a meaning, and I am hoping this one is full of angst and comfort maybe a bit of humor tossed in randomly now and again. I reread this about twice before reading how I started before, and I like this one better so here you go.**

**-Maiden out**


	2. Beginning of Nightmare

**Dark Shadows**

**Summary: Bruce gets turned back to an eight year old boy, and after a while loses his memory, will the team of heroes be able to help their comrade or slowly fall into the dark spirit underneath.**

**Disclaimer: I own zilch…Alright I lied, I own nothing **

**Chapter 2- Beginning of a Nightmare**

Silence flooded the room, a deep heart wrenching silence.

Faces filled with shock. They couldn't believe it.

"That," Arrow muttered out feeling numb. "Was the scariest thing I have ever seen."

After realizing Zatanna and the others magic users had no say in this, Batman had gone… haywire, insane? They couldn't describe how bad it had been, or the feelings that came along with it. It was just… terrifying.

He had straightened after, leading the others to believe he had a plan, a way out of this mess. But he just numbly muttered out incoherent words. Words not even Superman could understand.

J'ohn had tried to calm him down with telepathy but was just launched back into the wall. The lights flickered on and off. Soon enough he fell back. Superman Diana and Hawk girl hovered over him yelling his name, pleading him to wake. But nothing worked.

Soon the lights ceased to flicker, bats lying down breathing in shallow breaths, almost as if he were angry. Then he whispered his voice rough and pitched as if he were a female. But the anger still seeped through.

Then he spoke,

"_An eye for an eye, darkness will consume you, memory flooded from your mind; a child will consume this man, full of longing and fear, never to believe until he can learn to wish, shadows dancing and taunting, till he learns to believe."_

They all froze, was this the chant he was talking about?

"The spell," Zatanna breathed, and then fear overcame her voice as she spoke. "The spell has taken place."

Suddenly, Batman arched back, as if in pain. He hollered loudly, pleadingly. Finally he collapsed onto the bed, the monitor, which had completely slipped their minds, that was there had flat-linned.

Everyone froze, no one reacted, no one moved. Canary shook her head, the first one out of the trance.

"TAKE HIM TO THE MEDICAL BAY!" She screeched, forcing everyone to snap and move as fast as they could.

"We're already in the medical bay!" Flash yelped.

"THEN SOMEONE BETTER FUCKING DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!" She yelled.

Everyone scattered, some went after J'ohn to wake him up, while others reacted to getting the medicines and other materials to revive him. It was a full twenty seconds before his heart rate picked up, albeit slowly.

"HOLD!" Shayera screamed making everyone freeze. "He's steady, for now."

Everyone shifted back to a normal pace, no longer worried he might die, but still frightened at the SECOND scare he gave them that day.

"He died." Flash muttered finally taking it in. "he died."

Many heroes looked at him in shock, of course he died! His heart just stopped. Right when they thought that Flash turned, realizing what they were thinking spoke out shakily.

"He's…I… I never thought…Him," Flash stuttered before grunting in annoyance. "Bats shouldn't be in a state like this, he's never been this vulnerable…He shouldn't be this vulnerable."

Then everyone caught on to what he was implying. Bats was a strong, smart man, he never showed weakness to any of them. But to see him in a state like this was scary.

Many nodded, and others looked down as they listened to the beat of the heart.

"Alright." Shayera spoke again. "Everyone out, we all have other duties to uphold; besides we have J'ohn AND Superman here. Bats will be fine."

Once that was said everyone started to shuffle out, some reluctant. Diana looked at her.

"Shayera," She spoke her tongue clicking in thought. "What happened?"

"Bats freaked out." Shayera stated, raising her eyebrow at the Amazonian warrior.

"No, I know that but _What Happened_?"

Shayera stopped and looked at her, jade green eyes meeting crystal blue.

"I don't know." She answered truthfully.

They looked at each other for a few more seconds before turning to the Bat.

'_He'll be fine,_' Diana thought grimly. '_He's got J'ohn and Clark_.'

She stepped out of the room, walking towards the cafeteria hoping to get her mocha. Slowly, she walked past the other heroes, carefully and skillfully dodging them as she made it to the counter.

She heard the others whisper, and it was strange. Despite the fact that they had their own personal lives to hide, all of them had stated or screamed out what was wrong. Nothing has ever been downgraded to silly gossip, before.

It was hard to believe one man could do this.

Sighing, she turned to walk away. Freshly made mocha in hand, and a tired posture, made everyone walk out of her way.

Except for one.

Flash casually walked toward her, with a plateful of different foods. How appetizing.

"So, how was your day Diana?" Flash smiled.

Diana gave him a look.

His smile turned into a frown, "Hehe oh right."

**-To the medical bay- **_**(Sorry I didn't want to right any more of OOC Diana)**_

The two men stood there, watching the boy sleep.

Clark blinked, realizing how pervy his actions may seem, slowly looked away.

Soon enough his mind wandered, and when his mind wandered he usually started to feel guilty. If he had just heard Morgan la Fay he could have stopped his friend's fate. Then maybe they wouldn't be in this mess right?

"I highly doubt that." J'ohn spoke, startling the man. "Sorry, you were thinking so loud."

Clark smiled, then frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean one way or another she would have come back Superman." He looked at said hero. "We would have been in this situation eventually, whether we like it or not."

He looked back at the boy, feeling bitter at how many emotions were thrown the boy's way. He had sensed nothing from the boy, not a single notion, not even the wave of unconsciousness was reaching him. If the monitor was not there, he would have believed the young lad dead.

Then a sharp pain entered his mind, almost throwing him back like the first time. He looked around, pushing a barrier around the three of them but it wouldn't go away. Soon enough he blocked Clark off as well, realizing it was coming from the young lad.

"Superman," He gasped out immediately putting Clark on alert. "Check on Batman."

Nodding, he sped to the boy's side, just in time to see his face writhe in pain.

"Um, ok I'm not a doctor, and I've never seen a kid in pain but." Clark paused looked back to J'ohn and pointed to the boy. "I think he's in pain."

"Really?" J'ohn grunted. "I haven't noticed."

Clark made a noise of protest, before facing Batman. Breathing deeply, he shook the boy, roughly awake.

**-Perspective change- **_**(Not P.O.V.)**_

Bats shot up petrified, shallow breaths shaking his small frame. Dead blue eyes darted around, looking towards the two men who hovered above him. One had blue eyes, the same blue eyes of the man who killed his parents.

He shook the thought from his head, No this guy looked younger.

"W-who are you?" He stuttered.

By then he realized, he wasn't in the alley, he wasn't surrounded by blood and snow. He didn't see his two dead parents on the floor watching blankly at everything. He couldn't figure out who they were, unless.

His head snapped up and he backed away.

They were criminals, kidnappers.

"Well I'm Superman, and this is J'ohn." The man with blue eyes had stated.

Code names. He was so screwed, they were probably nowhere near Gotham right now.

The green man had reached a hand towards him, intending to shake his hand.

"Get away from me." He hissed lightly.

But neither had heard him.

"Are you okay Batman?" The man with blue eyes asked again.

He glared, but cursed himself, as he felt tears sting the edges of his eyes.

"I said get away." His voice rose, this time making the two men step back. "Where am I?"

They looked at each other.

"The Watchtower?"

He bit down on his tongue, before forcefully spitting out his next question.

"And where is that?" He hissed again.

"Space."

He looked up, barley registering the surprise between the two men. Looking through his messy bangs he saw the door was open, and some man dressed in green walk in. all three of them were distracted.

He jumped up before darting between their arms and legs, being yanked back momentarily by his arm. It had done nothing for them, to capture him once again.

After he jumped out of the room, he sprinted through the halls, not caring where he was going. He clumsily dodged every person he happened to come across, when horror took over his mind. This was an organization. He sprinted faster, before noticing a deep crack in between the wall. Big enough for him to fit, but too small for anyone else to fit through.

Silently he squeezed through, mentally cheering himself for being so small. As he reached the end of the crack, he sat down, knees close to his chest, and skinny arms covering himself.

Finally he let himself silently cry, he was kidnapped once again. But this time, there was no mom or dad to go home too. No one to help him out. He was all alone. Aside from Alfred anyway, but he wasn't family, he was just a butler who kept up with his stupid antics. He could leave anytime he wanted now.

He was alone.

All alone.

**Well how was that hu? I know still sucked, I know for sure this one is longer, maybe not by much but it definitely is. Ok so I had questions from two reviewers so I just had to answer them.**

**One was **_**guest**_**, who I hope is still reading this:**

**I don't intend on making this SMWW, because honestly I can't handle that ship either, I believe their relationship is more of a brother sister type.**

**So it might be BMWW, but I'm not too sure yet, it might not have any romance at all, seeing as how Bats is a kid and all. Sorry don't mean to Disappoint.**

**Another was **_**Book girl fan**_**:**

**Belief is hard to gain when your parents have died right before your eyes. I do intend to elaborate more later on but for now I can't give too much away. Aside from that, he is all alone in the world so what do you think? I will elaborate further if you or any other wants an explanation. **

**Remember Alfred will be pulled in later and so will the other Bats, but batman feels alone, so yeah.**

**Thanks for reading now review please.**

**BTW MERRY CHRISTMAS READERS, TO ALL SOME GOOD PRESENTS TO OTHERS A GOOD NIGHT!**

**-Maiden out**


	3. False Belief

**Dark Shadows**

**Disclaimer:I can't own anything  
**

**Chapter 3- False Belief**

Alone.

How can he be alone now?

He was trapped, incased by kidnappers who would never care for an orphan. They'd probably raise him to be one of them now, backed by billions of dollars his family held.

Despite his cries, no one had found him yet, but he heard them. They were screaming, panicking, and barking orders to find him. He saw the flashes of colors blur past in front of him, some nearly tripping. Others turning to look at him, but then scoff and continue running.

Did they not see him?

He was alone, crying, and his coat he had dropped earlier. He had a white shirt on, so how were they not able to see him?

He sighed, he didn't want to be found, but he'd die there in less than a week without food or water.

Maybe he could find a way out, there had to be a way out if he were in space. Otherwise how would they get him here, or how would they get everyone else.

Maybe they didn't know his parents died, maybe they would send him down and he could go home.

Silently he continued debating himself, hoping to find or think of a reason they would let him go.

"_**ALL HEROES REPORT TO THE CAFETERIA, IMMEDIATLEY**_!" Someone yelled over the intercom.

Heroes? No, they couldn't be heroes; they had to have been villains. Heroes don't kidnap little kids, right?

Code, it must have been a code, a way to lure him out so they can capture him again.

'_Take that captors_,' he smiled slightly. '_A little boy figured out your plans_.'

"Does anyone have a plan?" Superman asked out loud.

No one moved. He groaned lightly, rubbing his temples in dismay.

Someone in the far back raised their hand before screaming out.

"Can't J'ohn find him; with you know his telepathy and stuff?" It was the new guy, Booster Gold.

Superman turned to J'ohn, just in time to see him shake his head in disappointment.

"Unfortunately, something is blocking me off from him," he continued with a more depressed note in his tone. "The only way I can find him is if he fell asleep or woke up, other than that he's completely blocked off."

A short murmur went through the crowd, before another hand shot up, this one was the Blue Beetle.

"Hey, uh, Superman sir, um can't you find him, with your x-ray vision." He called out, rather shyly.

Superman huffed, and shook his head in the same manner J'ohn did.

"Some of these places are led-bound; it's possible he could have slipped into one of those places without even realizing it."

Another quiet murmur spread through the place. This time John walked up to them.

"I can probably find him with my ring; if I can just go to the place where he first left I can try to find his tracks."

Nodding, Superman led him to the medical bay, as everyone else walked away. Right before entering the medical bay, he turned around. To his surprise he not only saw John, and J'ohn, but Diana and Shayera as well.

Shayera looked up as if knowing what he was going to say.

"Flash went to go flirt with some ladies and trying to bring the spirits up." She yawned.

Okay, maybe not.

"Alright I found a trail." John spoke before anyone else had a chance to say anything.

Looking down, they saw the green light which his ring provided, but also so small footprints highlighted in white. Though the white was faded.

Slowly following the footprints, they headed towards a crevice in the wall.

"I think this is wrong there is no way, he can fit in there." Shayera stated.

Diana nodded in agreement, before hearing the faintest sound of someone's breathe hitching. Or maybe he was small enough.

"Move out of the way." She stated firmly, watching as everyone took a few steps back.

She dropped to her knees slowly before looking through. Surprised to see faded blue eyes staring at her.

"He's here." She acknowledged, before trying to coax him out.

He shook his head wildly, stating lightly, "No, no you weren't suppose to find me."

Shayera spoke up, drawling in sarcasm, "Well guess what Kid we found you, now come on out."

"No, I'm not moving!"

"Come one kid, were not going to hurt you or anything."

"I don't know that."

They reeled back in shock.

He knew them, didn't he? When he woke up, it was just an act of shock. He couldn't forget them.

"It seems he has forgotten us." J'ohn spoke, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Forgotten you?" Bat's voice rose in anger. "I don't even know who you are; I've never met you before, and even if I did, why would you keep me here. Why haven't you let me go yet, no one's going to give you any money, you can't keep me here forever!"

"Money?" Diana asked. "What money? And of course we can't keep you here forever."

He looked at her.

"Aren't you kidnappers? Kidnappers want money." He stated voice bitter and cold.

"Kid," Shayera laughed. "Were not kidnappers, were heroes, we're the ones who save the kids from kidnappers. Besides, if we needed money, we'd do the right thing and get a job."

Everyone sent her looks, defying from 'are you crazy' or 'smooth, real smooth'.

"Oh." Bats said almost in understanding. "Then why were you looking for me?" his voice then hardened. "Why did I wake up here?"

Diana sighed lightly, "Because, you just ran out on two strong heroes, and you're here because you were shot with a m-MMPH!"

Shayera covered her mouth with her hand before saying. "Because we believe you have potential as a hero, we know about your parents and well Gotham is a dangerous place."

His eyes sparked unknowingly, as he listened.

"Your heroes, so why can't you do it?" he asked.

"Well none of us are from Gotham, so we don't know the ups and downs, besides it doesn't seem fair to the city if a hero came from another town, right?"

"Right." He chirped.

He didn't believe her one bit.

**A/N- well here you go Chapter 3, I'm sorry it's late but I cannot give you an exact update date, so you'll have to deal with how I update. I don't have internet at home so I go to the library or to my cousin's house to upload, which isn't very often as you can see. But I hope tomorrow I can upload once more, to repay for the lateness.**

**Alright, aside from that none of these are revised at all, so I apologize for misspelling, falsely written grammar, or repeats of certain phrases. Maybe they should call me the sorry maiden I'm always apologizing. Anyway see you later.**

**-Maiden out.**


	4. Argument

**Dark Shadows**

**Disclaimer: I own zilch…Alright I lied, I own nothing **

**Chapter 4: Argument **

Diana ripped Shayera's hand away from her mouth; excusing the both of them before dragging her back to the medical bay.

"What the heck was that Shayera!" she huffed out loudly.

"A conversation Di, you've been in 'Man's World' long enough to know that." She snarked back, "It was just a harmless conversation with a little bat."

"That was not harmless, that was Stupid!" she rose her voice slightly. "Why are you telling him all that…NONSENSE? You're just going to hurt him further when we tell him the truth." She breathed in deeply before turning to Shayera. "Why didn't you tell him the truth?"

Shayera scoffed lightly before sitting on one of the plastic chairs. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, and her elbow above her knee.

"Ya, cause he's totally going to believe that he was a hero before, got turned into a kid by a deranged Witch, and lost his memory at the same time, giving all of us a fucking heart attack." She sighed. "I think it's better if we tell him what actually happened, when he trusts us."

"Oh, like we trusted you?" she gave her a glare.

Shayera flinched back, subconsciously wrapping her wings tightly to her sides. That was a low blow, even for Diana.

"No, not like that, I just mean why would he believe us." She stated softly, not daring to look the other woman in the eye. "If we told him the truth, he'd have a better chance thinking we were Kidnappers. Hell, I doubt he believed what I told him."

Diana softened, and looked at the winged warrior. Sighing deeply, she knew Shay was right. She figured out what was going through her head, and it was reasonable to believe that.

"I'm sorry; it's just that I believe we should tell him the truth."

"The truth hurts Diana, He's only like six years old, and Bats told us his parents died in front of him at a young age." Shayera breathed in deeply. "What would you believe, knowing the truth of what happened, or just a valiant lie?"

She mulled the thoughts over, and nodded, "yeah I guess you're right."

Shayera smiled weakly, "well know that, that's over, how about me and you go figure out what's the last thing he remembered, it could help us for a bit.'

Diana smiled back.

"Ya, maybe he will."

**A/N: ya I know this is a short chapter, and this is mostly based on Shayera and Diana, but I mean Come on. I could see this scene happening, but I couldn't find a way to put it in here properly. So this came through. Hope you don't mind, I just didn't want to leave this out.**

**Hope you enjoyed this one.**

**-Maiden Out.**


	5. A Dash of Flash

**Dark Shadows**

**Disclaimer: What can I say, if I owned this it would actually become an episode, hey maybe even an hour special ^(^-^)^**

**Chapter 5: A Dash of Flash**

The two ladies came back, the extremely tall one and the lair. Why they came back? He had no idea; no one was supposed to come back.

But here they were, trying once again to coax him out of his little hole.

"Come on, please." The orange-haired-white-winged woman pleaded. "If you come out I'll get you ice-cream and cookies."

The other 'heroes' gasped and looked at her.

"Shayera, desert before dinner!" the large blue-eyed man stuttered. "That- That's never been done before!"

"Oh pipe down boy scout." She huffed, and then she turned back to him and pleaded once more.

"No." he growled.

He didn't like the fact; she was coaxing him with sweets other than chocolate. Hell, he could be convinced to rule the world with just a bar of chocolate.

"Please." She pleaded once more.

"NOOO!" he snapped.

This was getting annoying; all he wanted to do was take a nap now. They knew where he was, he didn't want to be bothered by them anymore.

"Go away." He hissed. "Come back when you have a better bribe."

They all reeled back for a bit before glaring at him.

Well at least, Shayera glared.

"Fine." And with that they left.

He sighed in relief; they were finally away from him. Now he could take the nap, he wanted, and very well needed.

He curled into himself, frowning at the lack of warmth he felt. Maybe if he closed his eyes hard enough, or pretend yesterday never happened, he might be able to feel their warmth again. That's all he wanted, he just wanted to feel warm again; he wanted to feel their warmth again.

What was he thinking, there was no way in the world he would feel that warmth again.

He'd always be cold.

"Goodnight momma," he whispered, a single tear escaping his eye. "Goodnight papa."

And with that he fell into a dreamless sleep.

**-To the others-**

The four of them trudged back into the cafeteria, all disappointed and two a bit grumpy.

"That brat is so rude." Shayera growled.

"Don't you mean Bat?" J'ohn asked.

"That's what I said." She sighed slipping into a seat closest to them.

Which happened to be where Flash was sitting, finishing off the rest of his meal.

"So," his preppy attitude was back. "How'd it go?"

"Wonderful." Lantern croaked out sarcastically. "We found the kid in a small crevice, tried to coax him out, ended up getting snarked extremely bad, and have been shoed away from the bats small cave." He groaned rubbing his temples. "How was your day?"

Flash snorted loudly, hiding a laugh behind his hands. Before anyone could question what was so funny, he quickly cleaned the table, grabbed several sweet shakes for everyone, and a plateful of Oreos.

"So tell me exactly how you tried to coax the kid out?" he asked sipping on his shake.

"Well at first we tried toys, then video games then books, and then food, and finally sweets." Diana sighed leaning back with her own chocolate shake in hand. "Nothing worked; all we seemed to do was get him more annoyed."

Everyone else nodded in agreement, sighing in disbelief as they replayed the scene in their minds.

"Wow, this is one tough cookie," Flash stated. "I think I might have a way to crack the kid but first we must wait."

"Flash no offense or anything, but what the hell would you know about taking care of a kid, or rather anything about a kid in the first place?" GL snorted.

Flash had the decency to look slightly offended.

"I'll have you know, the city's orphanage needs lots of help with their kids, so I do try to help every chance I get." Then he chuckled slightly before pointing at himself. "Aside from that, I think you've forgotten I am a man-child, I know the minds of young kids."

They all rolled their eyes as Flash laughed loudly. After finishing their shakes and Oreos, they all immediately headed back up, hoping with their new ally, they could coax the child out of his cave.

"It feels like we're going to war." Lantern stated suddenly, as they neared the crevice.

Shayera looked at him and gave a strangled smile, "It might as well be, it's either win or lose in this situation."

He nodded grimly; this boy and his cave were their enemy at the moment, either that or a possible ally_. 'And now I'm thinking this is war, great.'_ He thought, annoyed.

Once they reached the hole, everyone backed away slightly, allowing Flash a chance to talk to the kid.

Crouching down, he looked at the kid, who was wide awake and staring at him. Then the boy growled loudly, and scooted further back.

"Why won't you leave me alone!?" he snapped.

Flash, was probably the only one who noticed the quaver in his voice.

"Hey, all we want to do is help you." Flash smiled slightly, before sitting down. "The names Flash and you are?"

"Not telling you." He growled.

"That's cool, so I'll just call you Kid if you don't mind." After hearing no deny, he continued. "So since you and my friends here got off on the wrong foot, how about you tell me your age?"

It was silent for awhile, and the others feared he would close up on everyone.

"Eight," they heard him whisper. "I'm eight years old."

Flash smiled.

"Alright, now were getting somewhere." He smiled. "So kid, why don't you get out?"

"NO!" He stated, suddenly curling into himself. "I won't go out."

Everyone snapped back.

"Why not?" This was probably the only few times, they heard Flash sound so serious.

"No, I don't know you, I don't know what you'll do, I just want to go home!" then his breathe hitched suddenly, as if he were crying. "I just want to go home."

He sounded so defeated, so depressed. It sounded as if his child hood had ended right then and there.

Flash sadly smiled, looking at him. His defeated stance told him wonders, but the worst thing he saw was his eyes. They were shimmering with unshed tears, but held anger and hatred and sadness in him. He was staring at a broken kid.

"Everyone wants to go home." He said softly, remembering what the nannies in the orphanage had told him. "But what do you call home, when no one's there."

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Bats started to cry. Not loud, but the five of them could hear it as clear as day.

"Flash." Superman scowled, he was supposed to drive the kid out, not make him cry.

"Wait." He paused, and listened to the broken cries of his once best friend.

"M-MOMMY!" he sobbed. "DADDY!"

He was still crying, when Flash started to soothe him.

"Hey listen," Flash crowed softly. "I know it hurts, but can you tell me what happened? I want to understand why it hurts so badly?"

Still crying, Bats told him what happened and what he saw. From what they gathered, to him it was Christmas Eve, and his birthday. So they went out for a movie, after it was over they headed back to their car, which was on the other side of the alley way. As they headed back, a man with a gun came out, he didn't hear what he said, but his dad offered him his wallet. He shot him and then his mother. Running off instead of shooting him, leaving him to stare at the lifeless bodies of his parents. Then he woke up here.

"They died on Christmas eve." Shayera whispered, feeling dread drop in the pit of her stomach. "This is also his birthday."

Flash, choked down the bile rising in his throat. The boy had a reason to cry, he had a reason not to trust them, and a reason to want space. But now they just needed him to trust them.

"Hey kid." Flash whispered once more.

"B-Bruce." He cried softly. "My *hic* name is Bruce."

Flash smiled softly.

"Bruce," He confirmed. "Listen Bruce, I know it hurts, maybe I don't know how bad it does, but I understand. Right now though, I bet your parents don't want you to cry, I bet they want you to smile, and be okay again."

Bruce shook his head in disbelief.

"No, No, No, No, No" He whispered.

"I understand why you don't want to believe me, but they're your parents, I don't think they'd want to see you sad." Flash concluded. "And I bet they don't want to see you so afraid of other people. So can you please come out?"

After a short five minutes, they saw the small black tuff of hair on Bruce's head pop out. But instead of glaring at them, like they expected, or even shy away from them. Bruce ran to Flash's side and hugged him as tightly as he could.

"Thank you."

**A/N: whew this is about 1,523 words or something, longest chapter I've written, well I hoped you enjoyed this longish chapter and all. I'm sorry I thought this was adorable, and possibly throughout this story I'll have Flash act as a big brother to poor Bats, and Diana and Shayera be big sisters. The other three can be the annoying uncles that everyone loves. **

**I have a guest that's review bothered me a bit.**

**They had asked something about wanting Bruce to kick Shayera's butt or something like that, I didn't intend for Shayera to come off as a complete Jackass, and I don't intend wanting to have Bruce hate her, it just fit with the plot line real well. **

**Oh the title A Dash of Flash I honestly wanted to put Brother Flash, but that didn't make sense since Flash doesn't act like a brother in this chapter. But hey add a small Dash of Flash and you get a little Bruce, hugging Him. A dash will do nicely. **

**Also for everyone else reading my story thank you for the review favorites and follows. I really, really love reading your comments. If only I had more, *sigh* oh well a writer can dream.**

**Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed, don't forget to review please.**

**-Maiden Out.**


	6. Bed Time

**Chapter 6: Bed Time**

They walked down the hallway, towards the abandoned medical bay. But this time, the were positive the little boy Flash was carrying would actually stay this time.

"So, uh Bruce," Superman started, trying to break the awkward silence. "Um, what do you like to do?"

Silence followed his question, not even the sound of him breathing floated to him.

Then he heard Flash snicker lightly. He turned to see, Bruce cuddled into Flash's neck. His cape swaying lightly and a small quiet snore escaped his parted lips.

He turned his head once more to see Shayera taking pictures and Diana cooing. Lightly surprised to see John and J'ohn smiling at the scene.

He smiled lightly as well, then turned to see, well rather hit the door to the medical bay.

"We're here," He groaned.

The others chuckled.

"So do one of is stay or leave him here?" John asked.

"I say i'll stay, I mean I feel like he trusts me more at this point." Flash pointed out.

Everyone nodded in agreement, Shayera even adding,

"Ya and if he runs you'll catch him."

Once everyone left, he set the boy down in the sheets, double checking to make sure he was secure in the blankets. After that was done, he pulled up a chair himself and sat sideways, so his back and legs were supported by the arm rests.

He double checked, making sure the boy was calm. Satisfied, his eyes landed on the young bat's face, none to surprised to see dried tears there.

Though his goal was to get him out, he couldn't help but feel guilty as he felt the tremors of the boy shake his own body. How he had cried for a mommy and daddy, despite knowing they would never be there again.

He was tiny, and so young. Yet this young boy was tortured and battered by, not only his status, but also by his age. Eight years old when your parents died, how the hell did this kid survive the next thirty?

He was glad, more than glad, that he had the opportunity to officially meet Bruce, but he never thought it would be in these circumstances.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he turned to look at the boy once more, before resting himself.

**_-about twenty minutes later-_**

It was calm, the red clad hero was sound asleep, as well as the boy on the bed.

But the atmosphere changed quickly.

Bruce's face scrunched up as a small whimper escaped his lips. Soon enough he clawed through the blankets, throwing them off him and onto the floor. Soon enough, he started to whisper nonsense into the air. Tossing back and forth, as if in a trance.

Then he yelped, rather loudly, enough to startle Flash awake.

"Whostartedthefire!" He yelped.

Seeing no immediate danger he turned quickly to Bruce. Not to surprised to see the boy shake with terror, but concern and worry was written on his face.

He gripped the boy slightly on the shoulders, before nudging him awake.

"Bruce, wake up."

But all he did was struggle.

Realizing that this might not have been the best strategy, he quickly switched to yelling his name.

"Bruce!" His voice grew more worried when he never responded.

"Shit." He cursed, beneath his breathe.

Why doesn't he respond?

**A/N Whelp sorry this is so short, but i got grounded and managed to get my phone back, so updates will probably be slow and tedious it'll only last a month so i will probably be updating short chapters for awhile. Sorry for the wait, oh an thank Striking Shadow to finally boot me into writing something, if not you all would of have to have waited for a month. **

** Aside from that i would love to thank all of my followers and favorites to this story, i really hope you all enjoy it. But can you all review, please, i would love feedback and all, and criticism would be grateful (no flames please). **

** I love how Flash and Bruce came out, really blends. Btw next Chapter will be nightmare, care to handle how scary it might be, i will have a warning on the top btw, just in case :). **

** I also have a Watt-pad, im under Masked-Maiden, and i am currently writing a fairy tail fanfic, ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE DRAGON SLAYERS :D. Ahem so thanks for reading.**

** Read, Rate, and Review p****lease.**

** \- Maiden out.**


	7. Nightmare

**Chapter 7: Nightmare**

**Bruce looked around, oddly confused by the dark colors. He was pretty positive he was with those hero people not a second earlier.**

**He turned and almost sobbed at the sight of his mother. Almost subconsciously, he gripped the edge of her jacket.**

**Startled slightly she turned to him, and smiled.**

**"Yeah i think its time to go home too."**

**He smiled back, so their deaths were just a dream, a figment of imagination. But who were those people?**

**He turned to see his father snoring lightly, holding in a giggle he poked the man in the side.**

**Startled awake, his father fell of the theater seat.**

**"STRAWBERRY!" He yelped, causing his family to laugh at him.**

**No one was there to yell at him of course, this was his family's private theater day. The only time he really got to spend time with them.**

**His mother picked him up, only for him to be put down almost immediatley.**

**They were outside, he could have sworn he was inside not a moment earlier. Maybe he was still out of it, from the dream.**

**"Lets take the alley, the cars just on the other side." His dad pointed out.**

**"Thomas," his mothers worried tone came. "Are you sure?"**

**Thomas laughed and nodded, giving Bruce the paper he held.**

**Ruffling his hair in a lovingly way, he gently pushed him forward.**

**Though Bruce was positive this was the same alley as his dream, couldn't control his movements at all. He just walked along, jumping up and down pretending.**

**"When I grow up, I wanna be just like the gray ghost, I'll save people, and make sure no one gets hurt." He heard himself laugh. "Right Dad?"**

**He turned to look at his father, not surprised to see him chuckle.**

**"Of course son, I'll put you in fencing next summer, hows that sound?"**

**"Thomas!"**

**"What?"**

**He turned back to fence some imaginary bad guy. His voice becoming distant to him, as if he was no longer there.**

**He looked straight ahead, and saw a man, not the man with the dead blue eyes. No.**

**He saw a man that blended with the shadow, though he wasn't moving, and he only noticed him was because of the pure white holes, that he guessed represented his eyes.**

**But he didn't stop advancing towards the man, and soon enough he was standing right next to him.**

**The man walked beside him, like a ghost, or rather a shadow.**

**Then he stopped, just froze on the spot before stepping back.**

**His fathers laughter and mothers giggles stopped altogether.**

**"Bruce," a pair of hands dragged him back to his mother.**

**Then he realized how cold everything was, the snow on the ground, an unbarring vibrant glow.**

**Then a man stepped out of the shadows.**

**He was wearing a light gray cap, along with a raggedy brown trench coat, reaching down to his ankles. He raised his head slightly, showing off his dead eyes. His dead blue eyes.**

**His mother held a tight grip on him, a firm hold as the man took a gun out of his trench coat.**

**"The pearls." He stated coldly.**

**Was that all he wanted? His mothers pearl necklace.**

**Bruce almost snorted, that necklace has and would be passed down for generations. There was no way his father or mother would give that away.**

**Aside from that the pearl necklace was absolutely worthless. They were made from cheap plastic, and the pearl-ish color was smelted along with it. And the reason it was so round was because of pathetic marbles surrounded by the pearl colored plastic.**

**But the reason it was so special was because his great-great-great grandfather had made it specially for his great-great-great grandmother. It was given to her as a wedding gift.**

**But people didn't know that, they thought the necklace was worth big bucks. Something that could be sold easily.**

**Was that the reason he was trying to steal it?**

**Bruce's eyes widened as he realized, that was the exact reason why.**

**He looked up, just in time to see his father holding a hand out, and trying to give his wallet to the man.**

**"Here, just take it and leave us alone please." His dad pleaded.**

**"I want the pearls." The man barked out, pointing the pistol shakily at him. "Just give me the fucking pearls."**

**His dad took a step closer, and that was when the gun rose to his fathers chest.**

**"DAD WAIT NO!" Bruce shrieked.**

**But he was too late.**

**A loud bang was heard, along with a sickening squelch.**

**Crimson red, splattered all along the floor. Some managing to reach his face as well.**

**He watched his father tip back, swaying at an almost slow rate. He fell back, the snow blanketing upward slightly, but instead of the white, it was red.**

**"Dad?" He whispered in shock.**

**He looked to his mother who let him go to reach his father.**

**"THOMAS!" She kneeled before him sobbing, and screaming.**

**"Shut up! Shut up!" The man hissed, clicking the gun once more.**

**She didn't stop though, she only screeched louder, for help.**

**Bang, bang, bang.**

**His mothers horrified cries were seized rather quickly. Replaced with a gurgling sound.**

**He stared into his mothers petrified blue eyes. Blood dribbling from her chin, as she coughed.**

**Finally she fell to her knees, staring at Bruce with lifeless eyes. His mother reached the floor, staring at him. Accusingly.**

**The man whimpered and he turned up. He had the gun still pointed at his mother. Petrified eyes, wide with shock, his whole body trembling from the ordeal.**

**"Damn bitch, should've shut her trap." He shakily accused. "If only..damn it, i didn't want to kill them."**

**He then turned to Bruce who was still staring at him.**

**"O-oi! Stop staring at me kid." He pointed the gun at him.**

**Bruce stood up, feeling rather dead now.**

**_'Please shoot me.' He thought._**

**"I said Stop!" He yelped again backing away as he walked forward.**

**"Please." He whispered outstretching his arms in a way, that said i surrender.**

**But the man didn't understand. Instead he dropped the gun and ran, cursing himself the whole way.**

**"Damn it chill, look... Damn." Was all he heard as the man scampered away.**

**Bruce suddenly couldn't understand what was going on.**

**His parents were on the floor in a pool of their blood. The man that shot them, ran away, and left him alive.**

**"Why?" He sobbed.**

**He crumpled to his knees, disgusted by how warm the blood swished at his thighs.**

**He outstretched a hand and touched his mothers face, as if she were just sleeping.**

**"Mommy?" He cried.**

**His mother stared at him, just staring, not moving an inch.**

**Just staring.**

**The wind picked up softly, a trail of voices flowing around him. Drowning him in the words of hatred. Killing him from the inside.**

**_'Leave,' 'this is your fault', 'why didn't you save us'._**

**The voices soon turned into his mothers and fathers voices. Angry, hatred, and agony.**

**'_Your fault,' 'Not my son', 'Worthless', 'Your fault.'_**

**_'YOUR FAULT!'_**

**The voices got louder and louder, drowning out the heaving sobs, he was yelling. Covering the winds gentle sways with harsh words.**

**Then a voice stood out, loud and silencing the voices, shaking him out of his reverie.**

**_"THAT'S ENOUGH!"_**

**He was startled to find that weird Shadow man was the one who yelled. But once he said it everything disappeared into nothing.**

**Complete darkness.**

**Just darkness.**

**"Wake up, Bruce."**

**_A/N well there it is your precious chapter. Though i know its short and shitty, not all that scary at all. BUT remember he is remembering something traumatizing at his age, its understandable that he is frightened by this._**

**_Oh and about the pearl thing (derp) made it up, but i did find it kinda useless, that Joe only wanted the pearl on Martha's neck so yeah._**

**_Personally I'_****_d like to thank a few reviewers out there like Book Girl fan and Crawyn Vilwarin, though the latter only reviewed once, their review really made my day, and book girl fan has reviewed from the very beginning, so Craw and Book girl i personally thank you for your reviews, you guys are legit awesome._**

**_You too Shadow love you:)._**

**_MY BIRTHDAY IS ON MARCH 9th YES WISH ME HAPPY B-DAY PLS. Im turning 15 ._. I dunno how to feel._**

**_Once again i hope you enjoyed this chapter so please review. BYE!_**

**_-Maiden out._**


	8. Shadow

**Dark Shadows**

**Disclaimer: What can I say, if I owned this it would actually become an episode, hey maybe even an hour special ^(^-^)^**

**Chapter 8: Shadow**

"BRUCE WAKE UP!" Flash yelled once more, becoming more desperate to wake his little companion.

He turned around, and looked around the room for any means to wake the boy up without the possibility of hurting him.

Though that part had already failed, the poor boy was screaming, and sobbing. Not giving himself a chance to breathe before the noise arose again.

Flash stopped and turned in panic, would J'ohn or Superman know what to do? Then again they haven't come barging in and trying to find the problem yet. So maybe he was overreacting.

Just as he thought that, Diana and Shayera barged into the room, a look of panic spread between their features.

"Whats going on?!" Shayera squeaked, surprising Flash a bit.

"I-i have no idea, but whatever's going on it must be bad." Flash responded. "At first i was going for Nightmare, but I've never seen a kid react like that before."

He motioned towards bats once more, who was now throwing his head side to side and shaking, screeching incoherent words.

As they tried to calm him down, the room's light flickered on and off. Making them pause and look around, the room itself was shaking. The materials that once lay on the counter, crashed onto the floor, knocking over chairs and shattering glass.

"The spell?" Diana shivered. "What in the hell is this suppose to mean?"

"But the spell is suppose to only affect his memories and trust issues, this cant be the spell." Flash countered.

Then everything just went dark. They turned to each other in fear before looking back at the bat. Who was now in a fetal position, shaking and sobbing lightly.

"That's enough." A gravely voice hissed.

They looked up, and jumped back in shock to see a tall shadowy man hover over the small boy. The only thing clearly visible was the pure white soles that represented his eyes.

Flash charged up to man, thinking he was the cause of Bruce's pain. He swung out a fist, but instead of meeting anything solid, his fist went straight through the shadowy figure.

He crashed onto the floor, his jaw hitting the floor, leaving a dull ache.

Cursing he turned to the man, but couldnt get up.

"Stay down Flash."

He shivered, surprised at the cold voice the man gave off.

He turned his head to stare at the girls, who were currently just staring at the man.

He stared them down for a few minutes, before turning back to the boy on the bed.

He outstretched a hand, moving gently to the boy.

"Hands off." Diana growled, trying to walk in front of the man.

He stared at her once more, as if analyzing something.

He raised his hand and flicked it upwards, causing Diana to be launched back a bit.

He once again outstretched his hand and touched the boys head.

Flash flinched back, shutting his eyes tight, not wanting to see or hear the agony that would come soon.

But nothing happened, and he slowly turned to see the figure had disappeared in thin air.

"Wake up Bruce." His gravely voice flowed through the air.

Flash got up, happy he could move again. He saw Shayera helping Diana up.

The lights flickered once more, until they finally decided to stay on.

The three were shocked to say the least. The room was clean and tidy, no shattered glass or strange liquids spilled on the floor. The chair was still standing and bats lay peaceful against the sheets.

"Didn't we just- but the room and." Shayera stuttered pointing at the room.

"Weird." Diana muttered.

A small groan was heard and everyone of them turned to bats who was just waking up.

His thick eyelashes slowly fluttered open to reveal his crystal blue eyes.

"Mmmm~," he groaned sitting up. "What happened?"

"Y-you had a nightmare," Shayera stated.

"I did?"

"Don't you remember?"

"...no, not really."

Flash paused and turned to Shayera who cursed lightly.

"We need to tell J'ohn."

**A/N: Well heres your chapter and i would like to give**

**Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday really appreciate it.**

** So ya, this has happened to me before, like they said i was thrashing in my sleep but i wake up calm and don't remember shit... Derp.**

** So here you go, shadow is slowly coming to light, by hiding in the dark.**

** TOLD YOU DARK SHADOWS HAS A MEANING!**

** Well thanks for reading now please review.**

** -Maiden**


	9. Alfred

**Chapter 9: Alfred**

"Superman, you have a call." Mr. Terrific's voice called out.

Superman looked up quizzically, then turned to lock eyes with his green friend, who in turn just shrugged.

Steadily, he rose from his chair, and took long steady strides up to Mr. Terrific.

"Why wasn't it sent to my communicator then?" He asked, reaching to the man.

"Its from Batman's communicator, some man named Alfred."

Superman brightened at the name, before deflating slightly.

They had forgotten to tell him the situation. He was so going to be pissed.

Hesitantly, he grabbed the communicator before switching the call to his own. There was a small hum, followed lightly be static.

Then came Alfred's voice.

His worried, mother-hen tone breaking through.

So this is where bats got his mommy side.

"Master Superman?" Alfred's tone was small.

"Ahem," he coughed awkwardly before answering. "Uh yeah Alfred."

"Oh dear, by any chance do you know where master Bruce is." He sounded hopeful. "He's been gone for three days without checking in."

Superman held in a snort.

"He has to check in?" His tone was light.

"Of course." Alfred huffed. "The others and I are tired of worrying every hour."

Superman snickered lightly.

"So once again, Master Superman, Do you Know where Bruce is?"

He gulped, Alfred was really worried if he used Bruce's name without saying sir or master in front of it.

He was so screwed.

"Um yeah about that." He cupped the back of his neck a bit. "Well you see Bats has kinda, sorta, well uh BeenturnedintoakidbyMorganLaFeypleasedontkillme."

He flinched a bit, waiting to hear Alfred spew out rotten things at him. Not noticing the raised eyebrow Terrific had sent him.

"Can you repeat that please, Master Superman," Alfred's voice was deadly calm. "I didn't quiet catch the last sentence."

"Bats has been turned into a kid by Morgan La Fey." He squeaked slightly, earning a confused look from Mr. Terrific.

"Thats what I thought." His voice was now seething with unkept anger. "WHY IN BLOODY HELL IS HE A YOUNG BOY AGAIN?!"

Everyone in the room launched themselves backwards, as if trying to get away from the man.

"M-morgan had s-some ill intent towards Bats," Superman stuttered. "I couldn't get to him in time I'm sorry."

"I want him in this Mansion by tomorrow morning," he hissed.

"Y-yes sir."

"Good, have a nice day Master Superman." His pleasantries was back, as he hung up on the american boy scout.

Superman simply shivered, at times he could forget that Alfred was a military major who often had to put up with obnoxious newbies. Now he knew why so many soldiers were respectful of older patriots.

He got up, realizing he needed to inform Bats about this. After a small debate in his own mind he headed up to the medical bay. He heard Diana gasp, and Shayera stutter.

"We need to tell J'ohn." Flash stated determinedly.

"Tell J'ohn what?" He asked opening the door.

Except instead of a greeting he was met with a pillow to his face.

"Oof Diana!"

"Sorry I'm jumpy!" She screeched helping him up.

He looked up, then met Bruce's soft questioningly pair of eyes.

"Bruce you remembered Alfred right?" He asked hoping the man was in his life at this point.

"Yes," he suddenly looked sad. "Is he leaving already?"

'What?' He thought in shock.

"What?! No, he wants to see you tomorrow morning at the mansion."

"Why."

"He wants to see you thats why."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Just because!"

"Just because why?"

"ARGH!" Superman cried out annoyed. "Because he misses you ok."

"Ok." Superman sighed.

"But why?"

Superman's annoyed cry was heard throughout the watchtower.

**A/n lol just because i can :3. That last scene is literally Bruce wondering why anyone would want to see him willingly but of course i thought you guessed it. Though he still liked to annoy him.**

**I thought Bats had to get mommy/daddy mode from somewhere.**

**Once again please review, the bat-clan will be introduced a lot later.**

**WENT TO SADIES WITH MA GURLS AND HOLY F**K IT WAS AMAZING!**

**-Maiden Out.**


	10. Morning pt1

**Chapter 10: Morning Pt 1**

They were going somewhere.

He did not like this.

Sighing, as deeply as an eight year old could, he leaned back against the pillow, watching the light in the hall blink. They needed to change the bulb, if not it would pop.

He turned to see Flash leaning on his arm, snoring heavily for the light man he was.

They were going to see Alfred tomorrow, and he was happy. He loved Alfred, he was like a grandfather to him.

But now his parents were dead, no one could pay him, no one could force him to stay.

He would leave, and let him be all alone.

Alfred couldn't leave though, he wanted Alfred to be with him forever. Alfred was his best friend, the one who'd sneak him cookies when mom told him no more. Or the time he played ninja with him for the day and they scared the other employers.

He swallowed the tightness in his throat, and brought the blanket closer to his face. Shutting his eyes tight, he held in the tears.

Alfred wouldn't stay, he didn't care.

**-TimeSkipBroughtToYouByLittleBruce-**

Flash awoke with a hiss, silently cursing himself. He turned and smiled slightly to see bats sleeping, as he leaned against a pillow. His sheets were being murdered in his arms, but at least they weren't dead yet.

Chuckling lightly, he poked the small chibi in front of him. With a small yawn Bruce awoke, rather grumpy.

"I'm tired." He whined.

Flash didn't care, he was too busy squealing like an idiot.

"Jesus Bruce, that was an adorable Kitten yawn." He squealed.

Now he knew why older Bats never yawned in front of them, or why he purposefully hid them.

"Nuuu." He yawned.

Flash laughed once more, before picking the small boy up.

"Come on, new clothes, get dressed, Alfred, cookies." He stated simply handing him a small pair of clothes.

"Wha?" Bruce squeaked.

He closed his eyes, before opening them. He took in the style of his clothes. Which was quiet simple.

A simple gray t-shirt, that stated 'I'm too cute to be eaten' with a picture of a small baby bat flying. Of course there was also a pair of small black shorts that were tight on the waist.

Taking off the clothes that was on him, he quickly put on his new pair.

He was surprised to see he was wearing a halloween costume of sorts. Almost like a bat-ninja-asassin thing.

He shook the thought from his head before looking at Flash, who was smiling brightly.

"Hey kiddo wanna go get breakfast first?"

Licking his lips, he nodded eagerly.

Breakfast was good, he always liked the chocolate waffles Alfred would make him.

"Lets go to the Cafeteria then, not many people should be there considering its like seven in the morning."

"People?" He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Yeah they all have jobs to go to at this time, specially since its Monday."

He breathed deeply, that meant they were all gone for the time being. He looked at Flash who held out his arm for him to grasp.

Gently he took, and scooted closer to Flash's leg as they walked down the corridor.

Flash beamed, proud at the fact the shy child trusted him slightly.

They entered the cafeteria, which literally had like ten people, and three of them were joining them for breakfast.

He sat down where the Flash had pointed at, which thankfully was the farthest table from everyone.

Struggling a bit, he jumped into the chair, which was surprisingly comfortable compared to other cafeteria's.

"Alright, wait right here Kiddo ill go get us some waffles."

Bruce nodded happily, and watched as he literally zoomed away.

He shuffled awkwardly in his seat, looking around the cafeteria.

Slightly disturbed at the fact people were staring at him, he looked at the table, absentmindedly swirling his finger on the table.

***Perspective change***

Booster looked at the small bat, watched as he looked around the room.

Like he was at some sort of asylum.

He locked eyes with him momentarily, the kid probably had no idea he did, before he put his head down like a bad kid.

He sighed deeply, looking back at Beetle who also sighed.

"Why don't we say hi?" He suggested lightly. "Come on, the kid is all alone."

Beetle smiled slightly, shaking his head.

"I don't think thats such a good idea Gold," he looked at him with his red eyes. "The kid- er Bats looks terrified and embarrassed, i think he'd rather stay alone."

Booster snorted, "Oh of course Blue, every kid wants to be alone with no friends."

Snatching his coffee on the table, he quickly gulped down the last few drops.

"I don't mean it like that Gold, i mean he just needs to get used to be us around him for awhile before we can go say hi or something."

Beetle stated, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why?"

He had never seen Beetle give him the_ 'Are You Really That Stupid,'_ glare at full force than now.

"Well lets see, he did hide from everyone once he awoke without his memory for like three hours or something." He deadpanned. "And we had like two more hours to coax him out."

That shut Booster up pretty well.

***Now back to Bruce and Flash***

Flash dashed back to the table, surprised to see Bruce looking at the table. He smiled eternally, setting the two trays down before sitting across the tiny bat.

Bruce's head shot up when he heard the scrape of a chair, smiling brightly when he saw Flash. Before Flash saw his smile, he quickly turned neutral.

"Here ya go kiddo." Flash chuckled, handing the kid two medium sized waffles.

"Thank you." He muttered shyly, gripping the tray in his small palms.

Flash smiled once more, digging into his mountain of waffles. Bruce didn't even blink before he started to eat his own waffles in a slower pace.

After finishing his first waffle, and Flash finishing his third mountain the others had come.

Well Diana, Shayera and John had arrived. Superman and J'ohn were no where to be seen.

"Hello boys." Shayera stated jumping into the seat beside Flash.

She placed her elbow on the table and cupped her chin into her palm. Smiling, brightly and calmly, as her wings fluttered lightly behind her.

"Hey Shay." Flash answered back cooly.

"Hi?" Bruce questioned, after swallowing the bit of waffle he had.

"Oh don't sound so lost kid, i want bite." She chuckled.

"Thats right," Diana nodded. "She pecks."

"Diana!" Shayera cried.

The four of them laughed minus Bruce, who just quietly finished his waffle as the interaction happened.

"Alright kid, lets get going." John stated simply.

"What?!" He almost cried out.

The four of them looked at him.

"Yeah Bruce, going to see Alfred remember." Flash said.

He blinked, before nodding slowly. He slid off the seat before walking with Flash and the others.

Bruce sighed internally, this was not going to be a good day.

**A/N: HELLO EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS.**

**Ok as you see on the top this is part one. Uno. There will be three parts. And as you can see the attention span in this chapter is a bit whack, but it is intentional.**

**Mostly EVERYTHING mentioned in this chapter has a meaning, and will provide a bigger intent on later chapters. I will not say/write what is important but you will find out soon.**

**On a side/unrelated note, i found out about Markiplier, and holy hell i do not regret it. If you haven't heard and or seen him i highly suggest you do, but its ok if you don't want to. I DO NOT care if you hate him or dislike him, just please don't diss him. He's a nice guy.**

**I think I'm a bit obsessed with my new youtuber, but then again im also in the Youtube Fandom soo...**

**ANYWAYS thanks for reading and please review.**

**-Maiden Out.**


	11. I Dont Believe You pt2

**Chapter 11: I don't believe you Pt 2**

**A/N: just because its part of the last chapter does NOT mean they are on the exact same topic. But they are together on a major change.**

**Warning: slightly dark, mentions slight self-hate**

They walked down the hallways, Bruce watching as the four adults greeting several people. Everyone they passed had stare at him for a moment or so, before quickly saying goodbye and leaving.

He grimaced lightly before looking at the floor. Preferring the inanimate object as a safe haven more than anything else.

"Hey kiddo, come on." Flash smiled, looking at the child.

He looked up to see Diana, Shayera and John to disappear in a flash of blue. Before he had any time to process what was happening, he was already inside the tube.

"Flash~" he whimpered slightly.

"Hey its ok, this is the quickest way done there, and it is safe." Flash's voice muttered softly.

There was a series of strange whirs and clicks, that melted into a strange buzzing sound.

He was shocked to see a metallic soft blue float around him, carrying him and whisking him some where far away.

He looked at Flash, who had his eyes shut.

He looked back up, expecting to see that man with a T-shaped mask, but instead saw the door of a phone booth.

How did they?

"Woo head rush," Flash laughed beside him.

Flash looked down on him with a smile, before spinning in a circle.

He was suddenly wearing a pair of red shades. A pair of light blue jeans, some red converse, and a red-orange t-shirt.

"So we can seem normal." He stated, "besides heroes cant randomly appear at someones front door like that."

Numbly, he nodded. Gripping Flash's outstretched hand, he was dragged to a car. The others smiling at them as they sat in.

He looked out the window, recognizing the many streets of Gotham.

But it was sunny, wasn't it winter?

Was he asleep, was he gone for a long time?

No, he didn't believe that, he couldn't believe it.

The car pulled up into a jerky stop, thrusting him slightly into his seat belt.

How long had he blanked out?

He was ushered out of the car, walking the painstakingly long pathway to the front door. He was home, finally home.

Why didn't it feel right to call it home anymore?

Diana opened the door, calling out with a simple 'hello?'

He heard shuffling, and then he saw Alfred.

Why did he look so much older?

Superman popped up right behind him, his face pale but his cheeks red.

"Master Bruce, welcome home." Alfred smiled softly.

"Hi Alfred." He stated.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Diana and Shayera turn to each other. John and Flash just continued to smile.

"Well how about you and me make some cookies."

Then he smiled, a bright happy smile. He loved making cookies with Alfred, it was the best thing ever.

"Can we?!" He gasped.

"Of course." Alfred chuckled, gently grasping his hand.

He followed Alfred, giddy overtaking his troubled mind.

As they entered the kitchen, Alfred picked the young bat up and placed him on the counter.

Bruce watched as Alfred took out all the ingredients smoothly. How odd, Alfred struggled a lot before.

Taking out a large bowl and whisk, Alfred and Bruce poured in the ingredients needed for the cookies. Flour, brown sugar, chocolate chips, an egg, some milk. The usual.

"Alfred?"

He hummed back a yes, knowing what was about to come next. For he had already been through this once before.

"When are you leaving?"

Despite having already been through this, he still couldn't quench down the feeling of hurt. He swallowed roughly, taking out wax paper and spreading it on the table top.

"I'm afraid I do not understand your question." He carefully layered the wax with a thin coating of butter.

He turned to see the small boy clutching the whisk in his palms. Tears forming is his eyes as his lip quivered. Oh how he hated seeing that look.

"I mean you don't have to stay anymore, no ones going to force you now." He added a dollop of dough onto the pan, kneading it with the spoon so nothing would accidentally come out raw. "I know you don't want to stay."

He stopped his motions fast, before adding and kneading the last bit of cookie dough into the tray. Carefully shoving it into the oven.

Alfred turned to Bruce, watching as he wiped the tears.

He lowered his stature to meet eye-to-eye with the bat.

"Now, why would i ever want to leave? You are an amazing young lad master Bruce."

This was it.

Bruce rose his head, searching for any signs of lies.

He saw nothing, no lies, no tricks, just pure honesty.

There was no way Alfred wanted to stay with him, a useless boy who couldn't do anything right. He was just staying for the money, he could still pay him, it was his money now.

Alfred didn't love him.

He wouldn't stay.

He didn't believe him.

"I-I dont believe you." He sobbed.

Shoving Alfred back a bit, Bruce jumped down and sprinted down the halls of Wayne manor. Ignoring the cries of his best friend.

Alfred stood back, calling out for Bruce. He was in a dilemma himself. It didn't matter that he had already been through this before, the pain was still there.

Holding his chest, as to where the young master had shoved him, he couldn't help but flinch slightly. It was a sign of distrust, a sign that you needed to prove yourself to someone.

His eyes clouded as he stared at the door, warm tears making their way down his cheeks. Hastily, he wiped the tears away, and coughed up the pain in his throat.

He had earned his trust once, he'll do it again. Determination fled his body, as he took steady strides to the door.

If he didnt believe him.

Well, hed try his damn hardest to regain it.

One way or another.

He'll believe in him.

He just has too.

**A/N : Whelp i have no idea what i have just done but oh well hope you all like it anyway.**

**Im just stressing over the fact i have a Shakespearian competition this saturday and i have TWO plays to do next week. Ugh so stressing.**

**(RE: WE WON SECOND PLACE HOLY CRAP I DIDNT THINK WE WERE GOOD ENOUGH HOLY BATMAN GUYS!)**

**And am i the only one whos noticed i update like every two weeks or no? OH WELL.**

**TBH i was trying not to cry when i wrote that last part because i could picture it. I mean just the hurt and pained look Alfred gives as he watches his Practical grandson run out the room, yelling he doesn't believe him after raising him for awhile has too hurt.**

**Enough of my ramblings, please review and rate.**

**_(I'm surprised to see so many people have favorited and followed my story. THANK YOU ALL!)_**

**AND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. BUH-BYE! _*waves goodbye* (couldn't help it ^u^)_**

**-Maiden Out.**


	12. You're All I Have Left pt3

**Chapter 12: You're all I Have Left pt3**

**Warning: a bit in on the feels**

He gasped, running down the third hall for the second time. Fresh tears were streaming down his face, as the colors blurred past him. The air pushing out of his lungs, coming out in short burst. He slid across the floor and looked up.

His secret entrance.

He climbed up the tall bookcase, and thrust the vent open. He paused as he heard Alfred's cries.

He didn't love him.

Crawling in, he closed the vent.

He curled up into a ball, clutching his legs to his chest.

"I'm so sorry Alfred."

He was leaving him, he would leave Alfred.

Even if he was all he had left.

"Master Bruce?"

He held his breathe, hoping and praying Alfred would just leave.

"Master Bruce I know you are in there, please come out."

Bruce stood where he was, even if Alfred magically happened to know where he was, he wasn't going to move.

"Please."

He sighed slightly, deciding on shaking his head.

"No Alfred, just...just go." his voice was choking up. "Just go."

Alfred was stumped, to get Bruce out last time took about 3 hours.

"Master Bruce I-"

"No Alfred, IM not moving, just go away." He was crying again. "I'll send your last paycheck to wherever you are. Just pack up and leave like you want to."

He flinched slightly, he didn't like hearing those words, and especially to a boy he considered his grandson.

He pressed his back against the wall, leaning on the bookcase a bit.

Bruce was crying again, he hadn't heard the young boy cry since he was ten. And even now, it hurt too much to even listen.

He ran a hand through his aging hair and let out a small huff, this would take a while.

He looked around the hall, trying to resist the urge of crawling in the vent himself. As his eyes roamed the paintings, his eye caught a drawing on the wall. One he'd clean every day, and show it to Bruce so they could have a laugh.

A smile reached his lips as he walked up to it, gently unhooking it from the wall.

It was him and little Bruce, from when he was six. They were both on the couch, Alfred clutching a curled up Bruce in the theater room. On the T.V. was an old version of Tarzan, in which the mother ape was putting a baby Tarzan to sleep.

He remembered the song, it was one of their favorites. He didn't deny the fact he had sung the song a few times when they were baking.

He looked to the vents, in which the sobs, we're getting louder.

"Go away, go away."

He sucked in a breathe, placing the picture frame back before singing lowly.

"_Come stop your crying._

_ It'll be alright_."

He could hear, the sobs get quieter as Bruce moved closer towards the vent exit.

"_Just take my hand_

_Hold it tight_."

He removed the opening of the vent with practiced ease. He looked in and saw to puffy blue eyes staring at him. He outstretched his arm and opened his hand.

He smiled when he felt Bruce's own small hand clasp tightly around his.

He was still crying quietly, so he pulled him out towards the very edge of the vent. Not close enough for him to fall, but not far enough so he could run back so easily. He wasn't going to be alone for this, not again anyway.

"_I will protect you_

_From all around you_

_I will be here_

_Don't you cry_."

He pulled him down and into his arms, falling to his knees and holding him close to his chest. Bruce was crying again holding onto his vest, the exact same stance they had both taken once before. God, why did it feel like a lifetime ago?

"Don't leave me please."

He smiled, hugging him tighter, and continued the lullaby.

"_For one so small,_

_I know your strong_

_My arms have held you,_

_Kept you safe and warm_

_This bond between us_

_Can't be broken_

_You see I'm here_

_Please don't cry_"

He held Bruce, holding in his own wracking sobs from shaking his body. He needed this young boy in his life, they've been together for so long. If the young boy had died along with his parents, he's never guessed how many more lives could have been lost.

Including his own, he had loved the family so much. The loss of the two older Wayne's had hit him hard, and if it wasn't for Bruce. He wouldn't even be standing.

He could hear the young boy whispering things, telling him not to leave, and to never go away. He could only promise that if the young lad promised back, and even then they both knew one of them would break their promise soon enough.

"Please, I'm sorry, Don't Leave." Bruce sobbed. "You're all I have left."

His heart quenched, he knew the feeling of being all alone. It was one of the main reasons he left to join the military. He hugged him a little tighter and softly cleared his throat.

"You're all I have left too."

This wasn't just for him, it was for the both of them. They each held the others last piece of heart, they were all they had left.

Now all they had was each other.

**A/N: OKAY I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS LATE ASS UPDATE! So my phone service cut off on me since last month and well yeah, so right now I was typing it on my Ipod and tried to upload it. And guess fucking what? IT WOULD FUCKING PASTE TO THE STUPID SHIT ON FANFICTION I WAS SO PISSED! But right now I'm using my mom's laptop, so I'm good. I add a lot more detail when I have a damn keyboard in front of me.**

**We did our final play and summer's almost here so maybe there will be more frequent updates but I can't promise much. ALSO, I might have a new story coming out on Wattpad based on me and my friends becoming a gang. I'll keep you all updated on when it'll come out.**

**I apologize for the late update and I hope you all have a great day and all. Please review and stuff.**

**-Maiden Out.**


	13. Strange

**Chapter 13: Strange**

**I DON'T OWN SHIZZZ, Only this crappy idea I intend to finish. :3**

The two walked down the hall, swaying side to side as the taller one lulled the younger one to sleep. Though that was saying a little much, the younger one seemed to refuse to sleep and stubbornly poked the taller one.

"Master Bruce I am not a toy." Alfred huffed, poking the boy in the stomach.

"And I'm not a baby, I don't need sleep." Bruce huffed back swatting the offending appendage away.

Alfred poked him again, as Bruce mewled in annoyance and continued swatting.

"You're right," Alfred smiled as Bruce grinned cockily. "You're a kitten."

Bruce deflated, glaring at Alfred as he chuckled lightly, huffing his cheeks out. His first response was to stick his tongue out, then poked Alfred's ribs. Alfred batted his hand away with a smirk, before entering in the kitchen.

"Hey Alfred, you left the cookies in the oven for a while, so we took it out for you." a boy with a white t-shirt waved his hand in the air.

"Yeah Alfred, your never this careless in the kitchen i mean come on its YOU." Another boy snorted.

"Will you two shut up!" a girl hissed, smacking the eldest one.

"Oh dear." Bruce heard Alfred whisper in dismay.

"Alfred," Bruce pushed him away slightly to look at him in the eye. "Who are they?"

The boy in white, stood up straight sprinting to Alfred in incredible speed. He looked at Bruce, roughly taking him out of Alfred's hand.

"Hey!" Bruce cried, not use to being rough handled.

"Dude, they weren't kidding!" He yelled, forcing Bruce to cover his ears in pain. "Tim, Look at this!"

The other boy walked up to them, forcing the taller one to to kneel slightly.

Tim jabbed a finger into Bruce's cheek, forcing him to turn his head to the right. the boys laughed.

"Who's the little one now, eh Dick?" Tim chuckled.

"Obviously not you." The other boy laughed.

He was suddenly yanked out of the two boys grasp, and was held high into the air.

"Guys That is not the way to treat him!" the girl yelled, kicking the larger one.

"Awe come on Babs, it's just a little fun." the boy laughed rubbing his side.

She huffed, placing Bruce onto a chair before slamming the two boy's head together.

With wide eyes, Bruce turned to Alfred. He held his left arm up limply towards the group. Alfred shook his head and motioned with his head he'd explain in a bit.

Babs had walked up to Alfred, with a hand behind her head. She had the boys by the scruff of their shirts, probably not noticing the bruises forming on their heads.

"Sorry Alfred, we'll be leaving, call us when this is over." She faintly motioned a hand behind her.

Bruce looked back, expecting to see either a giant mess or some reporters. He was more than surprised to see nothing behind him.

He looked at her again, and noticed she had motioned towards him. What did she mean by 'when this is over'?

"Bye Bruce." She called from the doorway, waving her hand.

When had he told her his name?

"Sorry master Bruce, those are the new kids in town in which they have accompanied themselves to visit me once in a while. Alfred stated coolly, taking out a rag to wipe the counter.

"It's alright Alfred, i understand." Bruce smiled, realizing he had been gone for a long time.

Through out the day was spent catching up with Alfred, drawing a few things and watching some movies. Flash had stayed with them while everyone else went on missions.

"What can't leave my bud all alone with Alfred only can I?" Flash laughed when he had asked.

As Night crawled in, he and Flash walked down the third hall and turned right at the last door then up the stairs once again. They turned left before reaching the actual bedrooms. He walked into his room, faintly hearing Flash state he would sleep in the bedroom across from him. as the door closed he struggled to take off his clothes, being mentally out of focus.

Eventually, he was wearing his grey ghost pajamas and crawled into the small twin bed, switching the light off. Snuggling into his warm blue comforter, he heard Alfred walk into the room and place something next to his arms. It was a small brown teddy bear, dressed in a grey coat and a silly little black fedora.

Alfred ruffled his hair and walked out the room, silently closing the door behind him.

Grabbing the bear, he caressed it in his arms, loving the feeling of the 'fur' rubbing against his skin. He yawned and looked up at the window above his bed. There was no moon, just a gray cloud passing in the night sky.

Bruce frowned, suddenly remembering what had happened earlier in the afternoon. He clutched the bear, feeling his stomach droop in fear.

"When this is all over." He whispered slightly, raising his hands up in the air.

He saw his palms, so small and pale; So fragile. He could see everything wrong with them, he could see the blood and scars that no one else could see. He could feel everything just dropping, everything stopping and staring. What was he? Who was he?

"Strange." He whispered again feeling his eyes drop in fatigue.

He closed his eyes, once again seeing the same man from his dreams appear before his sight.

Maybe things weren't so strange with him around.

**A/N: Well, I dunno what i made, but i can tell you, that this story might be wrapped up soon, i have a few more chapters in mind before it ends, if anything it'll end at seventeen if not twenty, BUT I CANT PROMISE ANYTHING!**

**I know several people end it a lot later like in thirty or something, but i just don't believe i can make it that far without continuously repeating myself.**

**Oh and the reason this is so late like the last one is because it's the end of the school year so i have finals and i'm stressing a bit about it. That and i just suddenly had a major's writers block that hit me way to hard, so yeah.**

**I'm tried and want to sleep but im pulling this through for you guys so please enjoy this chapter and if you have the time review as well.**

**"I am Pregnant Don't Eat Juice." -lordminion777 - I'm sorry this just stuck with me XD**

**-Maiden Out.**


	14. Alone With Him

**Chapter 14 : Alone with Him**

**Disclaimer: don't have official papers that prove i own this...yet**

––––––––––––––(•–•)–––––––––––––––

Flash yawned, stretching his body back. He slumped forward, then faintly called out 'good night'. He opened the door, ignoring the sudden urge to touch everything around him.

He took off his shoes and his shirt, leaving him in a white muscle shirt with some blue jeans. He didn't care about extra clothes, when he could easily run back home and grab 'em.

He shut the lights off with a clap of his hands, happy that it actually worked. He shuffled to the edge of the bed, and collapsed into the sheets. He could care less about going under the covers, it wasn't exactly necessary in the springs night breeze.

His eyes dropped, soft snores filled the air as he fell asleep.

It was a good two hours before, Flash woke up. Slightly disoriented and completely confused, he forced himself to sit upright on the bed. Trying to let sleep capture his mind, he scanned the room. It was odd for him to wake up this early without a clock or the need to tinkle.

He yawned once, then stared at the right side of the room.

Wearily he looked at the open door, had he left it open. Shaking his head, he simply laid back down and covered himself in the blanket.

Slowly his eyes dropped, waiting for the perfect moment to capture sleep. He closed his eyes, a warm relieved smile touching his lips.

_SLAM!_

He sat upright, all traces of sleep leaving him for a moment.

On edge he looked around the room, his eyes roaming every possible hiding place he could think of. It was more concerning when he saw nothing but the furniture, especially since he could feel someone else's presence nearby.

"H-hello?" He called out rather lowly, inching off the bed. "Hello?"

Nothing but pure dead silence.

His stomach turned in fear, he was definitely not alone. He slid away from the bed, pressing his back against the wall in hopes the intruder would believe he would try to grab a weapon. His eyes darted back and forth, as everything turned silent once more. No singing of the crickets or the calling of an owl.

People usually said when animals make noise on a moment like this its scary. Boy were they wrong.

It was something about the silence that was unnerving, as if everything was gone. He flinched when his foot touched a creaky floorboard.

"Okay what the hell." He hissed taking a step back.

He froze momentarily, then swiftly turned around. Throwing a blind punch, he wasn't surprised he hit nothing. He was surprised that his attack was stopped. Fear enticed his mind, he was the fastest man on earth, his punches were too fast to be caught.

The person twisted him around, his arm painfully pressed up against his back as he was pressed against the wall. Flash resisted the urge to cry out in pain, he didn't want Bruce to hear him. He turned his head slowly, in hopes to see what this person looked like.

Instead he was tossed onto the bed, a large weight pressed him against the mattress. His eyes widened as he saw a glimpse of transparent black pass his perpetual vision.

"Who are you?" He hissed bucking his hips in hopes to knock whatever was on him off.

The weight on him got lighter for a second, before the force dropped onto his back. He hissed stopping his actions immediately.

"When will you learn."

Flash's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking as he heard that voice. How did he get here? The figure stopped in front of him, leaning forward as he watched Flash flinch back.

"Why are you so afraid?" It stated simply, tilting its head to the side.

It sounded genuinely confused, even though its tone was still stone cold. He made it sound like he was threatening Flash, which did not help Flash's overwhelming fear.

"Ha," he forced himself to chuckle. "Who said i was afraid?"

There was a hand that touched his chin before thrusting his head up to meet the empty sockets of the shadow in front of him. He shivered as he felt the hand retract. No longer able to to look away he studied the thing in front of him.

He looked so humane, yet no one was able to physically harm him. Was he as fast, or maybe even faster than himself? No, Batman would have found out about this man sooner.

He blinked, trying to rid his train of unnecessary thoughts at the moment.

"What are you trying to hide?" The man asked.

Flash chuckled once more.

"Sorry man, but I'm not very good at hiding anything." He smiled weakly. "Just trying to live my life."

Flash licked his lips, trying to rid the tension he felt in his chest. He breathed through his nose, as the man stepped back.

"You want to keep the kid safe?"

Flash recoiled, not expecting the sudden question so quickly. Processing what he had just stated he thrust his body as far as he could, growling and hissing.

"Don't you DARE touch Bruce or i swear-!"

The man didn't react, he turned his head to meet Flash's eyes. There was no cocky smile, or a malicious look in his features. It was pure concern and relief.

"Relax, i don't plan to hurt him." He stated, sitting on a stool before leaning his upper body closer to Flash. "It was a simple question."

Flash gritted his teeth, fear clutching at his heart and lungs. After a long silence and hesitation on Flash's behalf, it was broken.

"Yes...i want to keep Bruce safe."

He leaned back, satisfied the the speedster's answer.

"Then listen closely." He hissed lowly, but loud enough for flash to hear his words. "Grab the kid, and head straight to the living room."

Flash flinched slightly, hoping the thing didn't notice. He let out a shaky breathe before staring it down.

"Was that a threat?" He growled.

The man turned slightly, and Flash recognized the form of someone sighing.

"Not in the least." He stated. "Morgan wont stop until Bruce is either dead or underneath her hand. She knows who he is and who you all are." Pausing he turned to face Flash once more, a scowl flitting into an unseen pair of lips. "She wants to grab him while he's alone so she can threaten the league with him."

They stared at each other for a bit, watching the others reaction.

"She could easily harm me whether i like it or not." Flash stated as slowly as he could. "Why would she hesitate grabbing Bruce if I'm there."

The man shook his head and sighed, "She wants to make a scene, considering the fact that shes completely delusional at the moment, shes going to try and make every single moment drag out."

"But its only been two days from the transformation, she wouldn't be able to track him down so fast could she?"

"Its a trace from her own magical aura Flash, she knows exactly where he is by panning out her aura to find it once again."

"Aura?"

"Its a type of special energy in everybody, but is used in the form of magic." The shadow sighed raising his hand up as to prove a point. "Aside from that, you should go and grab him already, call Wonder woman or Shayera for back up, just in case."

With that the man stood up and proceeded to walk out the door. Flash reacted as quick as he could and turned as far as he could go.

"Wait a second How do you know this?!"

He stopped and turned, a sliver of white was upturned into a smirk.

"No one pays attention to a shadow." The man smirked before whisking away into the night shadows.

Flash grunted, resisting the urge to gasp. He should have known from the start, especially with the weird phenomenon that had occurred when they had first 'met'.

But how had this 'Shadow' end up having his own mind, his own soul.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he placed his arms on the mattress. Forcing his body upright, he crawled out of bed. Noticing no force pushing him down he sprinted to the room, grabbing his cell on the nightstand as he went.

He slammed the door open, causing Bruce to jump up with a strangled yelp. He faintly saw a purple cape flutter pass the open window, he had made it in time. He sighed heavily, happy he kept Bruce safe.

He looked up at Bruce, and flinched when he saw his wide blue eyes filled with tears. He smiled slightly and walked up to him, patting him gently on the head.

"Sorry," he hushed, grabbing Bruce and cradling him in his arms. "I-I had a bad dream someone took you away."

Bruce looked at him with wide eyes, fear slowly etching into his features. He shook his head in some sort of denial, before thrusting his body onto Flash. Clinging onto him as if he were nothing but a lifeline.

"Hey don't worry, i wont let that happen okay." He chuckled. "If i did Alfred would beat me with a rolling pan."

He earned a sweet little smile from Bruce, who nodded at the words.

"Alright come on you and me are going to the living room to watch a movie." He smiled grabbing Bruce with one arm.

He pulled out his cell with the other and texted Shayera. In the span of a few minutes the three of them were sitting on the couch watching the movie Aladdin.

"So you're saying there's some sort of Shadow man, slipping around everywhere getting info?" Shayera asked raising an eyebrow once the bat fell asleep.

"Apparently yeah, the thing is he has to be so much more than a shadow man Shay, he TRAPPED me onto a stupid bed. He disappeared into the shadows in a blink of an eye and he managed to get info from Morgan without her realizing it. Saying something like 'no one sees a shadow' or something." He ranted silently leaning back into the couches.

"Sounds a lot like what bats would do." She hummed. "Except we know its not him cause Bruce is right here all cute and adorable."

Flash laughed, ruffling Bruce's hard from his right side. He was snuggled into his side like a little cat, snoring slightly from the day he had.

"I know, and did you just call someone cute and adorable."

Shay snorted hitting him with the edge of her wing.

"Shut up, i have a soft spot for little kids like him."

Flash laughed along with her, enjoying being calm over frantic.

He was just glad he wasn't alone with Him anymore.

**A/N: OMG guys, its getting closer to the end. I just cant wait to actually write the final scene. I am planning to make the last few chapters long, with details of course, but long nonetheless. I want to hit at LEAST 2,000 words. Hopefully i can :3.**

**THANK YOU ALL! I cant believe so many of you guys favorited and followed my story it means so much to me ^_^.**

**Please feel free to review and comment (its practically the same thing ignore it -_-¡)**

**-Maiden Out.**


	15. Discovered

**Chapter 15: Discovered**

**Disclaimer: Hey a girl can dream can't she *Smirks awkwardly***

* * *

Shayera yawned, stretching her cramped white wings. She dislodged herself from the leather couch, hissing as she felt her skin pull itself away from the leather. Rubbing her arm she looked around the room, noticing several odd things.

First of all, she wasn't in her quarters of the watch tower. Secondly, she didn't own cream colored walls at all. Lastly, her room was definitely NOT this huge.

She stood up, her wings fluttering at the now spacious atmosphere. She turned to see Alfred, almost shrieking, she jumped back in surprise. He raised a finger to his lips and pointed down. Following his gaze, she smiled in relief to see Flash and lil' Bruce snuggled tightly in a thin blanket.

"How cute." She chuckled and looked at Alfred who agreed silently.

As she looked back at the boys, she noticed that Bruce was struggling to open his eyes. Like a sweet Thanagarian baby, he tiredly wiped his eyes until he slowly opened them. His Blue eyes stared at her and he gave an awkward smile.

"H-hi." He muttered silently, looking onto his lap.

She sighed in amusement, plucking the boy from Flash's grip, as she walked into the kitchen along with Alfred. Placing him onto a chair, she sat down and looked at Alfred as he started to prepare an omelet.

She turned her gaze onto the small bat, who was shifting around everywhere. Scrunching her nose, she raised an eyebrow at him, in which he caught and stood still as red flowed through his cheeks.

"You okay kid?" she asked, poking his plump cheeks in question.

He swatted her hand away and looked at her slightly, before sighing.

"I-I gotta pee." He muttered slightly, his face turning into a deeper shade of red.

She blinked, and held in a snort. He was one of those morning tinklers, it didn't surprise her much. But the fact he was embarrassed made her want to laugh. She grabbed his hand, and nodded to Alfred, before dragging him down the hall to the nearest bathroom.

Luckily it was the first door on the left. Opening the door, she watched as the boy ran in. Quickly turning on the light she shut the door to give him some privacy. After a minute or two, she could hear the water faucet turn on and off. She opened the door and saw him zipping up his zipper.

He looked up at her and shrugged awkwardly.

"You're such an awkward kid, kid." She laughed ruffling his hair before walking back to the kitchen with him.

He huffed and shook his head, walking with pride to the kitchen with his head held high.

"Kitchen's this way kiddo." She snorted.

He swiftly turned on his left foot, and marched onto the proper direction. Ignoring Shayera's snickers as they sat at the table.

"Morning," Flash saluted as they sat down, earning nods from the two.

After they finished the omelets Alfred had made them, they trekked throughout the mansion. Looking for things to do as they were limited on outside stations.

Shayera sighed as they walked down the forty second hall for the eighteenth time, she was positive she could now walk the mansion without getting lost and knowing exactly where everything is. She looked at Bruce who was fairing no better, his eyes dulled and unfocused.

She looked at flash and groaned of discomfort, the speedster himself was also struggling to keep a slow pace with them. He looked at her, shaking his head in boredom. A few minutes flew by, before Bruce tugged on Flash's pants. Flash looked down, seeing the absolute torture the kid was facing through. Biting his lip, Bruce decided it was worth whatever scolding he might receive.

"Can we go somewhere?" he asked quietly.

Flash smiled; glad the kid was on their page. He bobbed his head in agreement, smiling as the kid grinned.

"Sure Bruce," He smiled. "But where?"

"How 'bout the park?" She suggested, and then turned to Flash. "Nice open space, but it's also well populated so we won't get attacked."

He nodded almost immediately at the thought, it was a safe place and they could easily blend in with the crowd.

After telling Alfred, the three set off to the nearest park. They didn't check what it was called but encouraged Bruce to go play on the swings. There weren't many kids, so Bruce didn't fear the chance of getting over whelmed with bullies. He still couldn't help but notice he recognized absolutely no one in the park.

An hour in, Flash and Shayera opted to go get something to eat, playing a friendly game of rock paper scissors, Flash was the one who had to go get the food. She watched as the speedster jogged off in a normal pace before zipping past the streets when no one was looking. Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention to Bruce who was now walking back to her.

"Where's Wally?" Bruce asked, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled slightly and patted the table, silently telling him to sit down. He crawled up the stone bench and looked at her once more.

"He went to go get us lunch." She smiled. "What I have no idea but something."

He nodded happily before he scrunched his nose up.

"I hope it isn't asparagus or zucchini." He shivered.

Shayera scoffed and waved her hand.

"If he does, I'll personally shove them down his throat."

His eyes widened and his mouth fell agape, he looked surprised and shocked.

"You're going to kill him!" he shrieked, thrusting his small arms near his chest.

Shayera blinked at his terrified face, before laughing chaotically. She slammed her arm against the stone table, not even wincing at the blooming pain against the side of her palm. She wheezed harshly, and leaned on the table for support. Her wings were shaking at the sudden movement of her body, shivering at every breathe she tried to take.

Bruce slowly calmed down, seeing his 'baby sitter' practically burst a gut in front of him. He was confused; shoving something down someone's throat usually meant you were trying to kill someone. Right?

Eventually she let up, though small giggles still erupted from her throat as she looked at the young boy. Wiping a non-existent tear, she huffed in amusement before deciding to explain to Bruce what she meant.

"Bruce I meant I would just nag at him for bringing them, I don't necessarily mean im going to kill him." She smiled and patted the boy on the head. "'Sides he can outrun me before I can swing my mace."

He gave her a look before shrugging off the last sentence. He felt a sudden gust of wind and looked up fully expecting to see Wally right behind him.

He didn't expect to see a tall woman with a golden mask, he turned to tell Shayera. He cried out in shock when he saw two men about to grab her from behind, but before that she grabbed him.

She was distracted, she saw Morgan appear right behind Bruce. She stood up, reaching for her mace, which was on the edge of the table. She spread out her wings, and grabbed Bruce by his sweater. She flapped her wings once, and forced Bruce close to her body, letting her wings take them up.

The thing was she wasn't a fast flyer; she could keep up with Flash when he was doing slow practice runs, but apparently she needed to work with her speed. The two goons behind her, grabbed her ankles and slammed her down, she twisted her body and slammed awkwardly against the table.

She looked up through her orange locks and glared at Le Fay.

Morgan tilted her head to the side; an aura of pure insanity froze the air around them.

"You can't hide." She taunted quietly.

She shot out her arm, grabbing Bruce by his hair and yanking him from her grasp. The two goons grabbed her arms and slammed them to her sides before she could grab Bruce. Now she was stuck watching Bruce squirm in Morgan's grasp, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream but his tears yelled pain.

She watched as Morgan delicately let her manicured nails scrape the bottom of his chin, making him kick wildly around as he muffled his screams. She let his hair go, and watched as gravity slammed the kid onto the floor before turning to Shayera's direction.

"Found you." She smiled.

**A/N: Okay Geez, I am so sorry that this is overly extremely late, but as you can probably tell I was having writers block. Aside from that, it's not just enough to KNOW what'll go done, you have to describe the imagery as best as you can and make sure you have it the way you want it.**

**Sorry for the rant up there but I've had many of my own family tell me that writing is simple and easy and it just pisses me off. Three of my Four best friends **(_Two are Girls and Two are Guys_)** know the struggle of writing, and the other one just lets us be, and we just complain to each other or get each other to read our shit so we can get some other perspectives. **

**I am just a ranting mess today I am so sorry.**

**THANK YOU TO ALL THAT REVIWED I AM SO HAPPY.**

**Oh and if you are a Pokémon fan **(_If, I am not necessarily recommending everyone to read if they do not want to_)** I have made a new story called **_**Rise of the Betrayed **_**so if you want to read it be my guest.**

**Thank you wants again and please feel free to review, even if you don't have an account.**

**I guess I'll hear from you in the Next Chapter BYE-BYE! *Waves hand around* **(_No, Stop it TT-TT)_

**-Masked Maiden Out.**


	16. Little Boy

**Chapter 16: Little boy**

**Disclaimer: Hey I wished on a Star so MAYBE! (Definitely not going to happen n)**

Flash grumbled, holding the bags of Chinese food in his hands. He had already eaten two whole boxes before he got to Gotham, but now he had to go at a much slower pace than he would've liked.

"Asparagus Shayera, Asparagus." Flash hissed as a devilish smirk came to his face. "Payback is best served with delicious vegetables."

He laughed roughly, and walked up to the entrance of Gotham's park, noting how all sounds of laughter were cut off. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he proceeded to walk forward in light steps, looking around and waiting for any signs of danger. He looked to his left to see a young woman, running up the walkway and immediately rushed up to her.

"Um, Excuse me miss?" Flash called out, gaining the attention of the young maiden.

"My son, My Son is still up there," She cried hysterically. "If you have a family up here, get them and get out as fast as you can."

"What, Why!?" Flash asked in alarm, moving closer to the entrance.

"That Stupid winged woman brought some evil fucking Bitch into the park." She yelled at him, forcing him to take a step back. "She has a little boy in her hands, and that kid is going to die because of her, Stupid Fucking Meta's shouldn't be meddling in Gotham."

Flash shook his head, and glanced at her, noticing the way she kept, teetering back and forth on her legs.

"Are you okay?" He asked, grasping onto her shoulders as she stumbled forward.

"I'm Damn Fine get off of me!" She yelled, thrusting him back with her arms.

"Jeez Lady I-I'm just trying to help." He cried out, forgetting formalities as he regained his balance.

"I don't need your stinking help; I can handle shit on my own!" She yelled.

She stomped off, momentarily forgetting about her kid. She looked around and clasped her hand around an invisible hand, before turning and running back into the park.

"RILEY!"

Flash glared at her, before realizing her words. They had Shayera and Bats, so that must mean-.

"Morgan le Fay." He breathed, dropping the bags onto the floor.

He pressed his ring and quickly changed into his suit of Red and Yellow, speeding up the hill and behind a tree as his two friends came in sight. He stopped abruptly, feelings of anger pulsing through his veins as he watched Morgan grab Bruce by the tips of his hairs.

He watched as the young boy bit his lip, trying to hold back screams of pain. Morgan twisted her head to the right, as if analyzing him. She yanked her arm up, forcing Bruce to let out a small scream of fear.

No longer touching the ground, he tried pathetically to grip her arm, in hopes it would lessen the pain in his neck. Just as he was in the point of screaming his heart out, she let go of Bruce.

Flash watched helplessly as he slammed onto the floor, watching as Bruce's eyes shot open as his body slammed onto the floor. Tears started to fall freely from his cheeks, his lip starting to bleed from the pressure.

"Found you." Morgan sang tauntingly, popping the urge to hold back in Flash.

He dashed forward, his uneven breathing steadying the boiling amount of rage blooming in his skull. He pushed to the left, slamming into Morgan at top speed. She flew to the side, tumbling as her body skidded across the cement. The two goons let out a cry of shock, one of them charging up to Flash. Flash glared at him, reeling his arm back. With as much strength he could muster, plus his speed, he thrust his arm forward; feeling satisfied as the goons head snapped back.

Just as the goon was about to hit the ground, his body exploded into dust. Immediately the dust wisped away in the way, taking the 'body' with it. He heard Shayera let out her warrior cry, before turning to see the other man explode into dust as well. She gave him a nod of confirmation before flying off to Morgan, seemingly concerned as to why she hadn't awoken.

Letting a small sigh of relief, he turned to look at Bruce. He was sitting up, curled into a tiny ball as he held his head between his knees. Flash was reminded of the incident two days ago and shook the image from his head.

Why was time passing so slowly?

He kneeled in front of Bruce, and placed his fore finger on Bruce's arm. His head shot up in fear, seemingly prepared to run if the situation called it. He relaxed, when all he saw was Flash.

Flash grimaced slightly, before picking up Bruce in his arms. He held him tightly in his grasp, feeling his adrenaline spike fall quickly. He could feel tears pricking his eyes underneath his mask, and his breathe quiver in terror.

He almost lost him. He almost lost the sweetest kid in the world; he broke him so much because of this.

He felt arms wrap around his neck, and Bruce's face pressed up against his shoulder. Small cries erupted from the young boy, before sobs of terror shook his body. His arms squeezing around Flash's neck with as much force he could come up with.

Flash felt horror take over his mind, this kid was broken. This must be the most traumatizing experience he had ever had, sans his parents' death. He was careless and Bruce took the hit. He was given a warning yet he chooses to acknowledge it later rather than now.

He felt the tears fall from his eyes, and his mouth quivered in sadness. This was his fault, he should've been more careful.

Why was it that he ruined everything?

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the tears to stop. He can't do this; it was realizing your mistakes and fix them. Don't ever cry for spilt milk, just serve yourself another glass.

He let in a shaky breathe, before turning around. Letting Bruce let out the fear inside him. He saw Shayera running towards him, fear etched onto her face. He gripped Bruce, and zoomed over to her, looking over his shoulder to make sure Morgan wasn't there.

"Shay what happened?" Flash asked.

"Mor-Morgan Isn't there!?" She gasped. "She was there for a second before she disappeared."

He winced, before looking at Bruce, who suddenly froze in his arms. He turned his head, expecting to see Morgan but saw no one. He turned back, and saw Shayera looking around. Sighing when he realized, she was definitely not Morgan.

"We gotta get the kid outta here!" She hissed.

"Yeah, but if we separate she'll come get us!" Flash hissed back.

Shayera rolled her eyes and pressed a hand up against her ear.

"Hey, me and Flash need back-up, just had a close encounter with Morgan La Fay." Shayera stated, turning around as if having a deep conversation.

Flash walked back and forth, making sure he didn't walk more than three feet away from Shayera. Bruce had stood quiet the whole time, no longer sobbing or quivering within Flash's grasp. But he knew the kid wasn't asleep, he didn't have that rhythmic breathing everyone got when they were unconscious.

After Shayera nodded her head, signaling they were getting back- up soon, he sat on the bench nearest to them.

He pulled Bruce away from his neck, hoping to talk with the kid after what had happened. He wasn't surprised to see a blank empty look upon the kids face. His cheeks had dried tear stains, and his eyes were a glossy pink.

He shook him a little, and smiled slightly when Bruce focused to look at him.

"Hey bud," Flash started, lowly. "What's wrong?"

Bruce continued to give him a look, before he turned his head to stare at the bench where the problem started. He waved a hand lazily towards it then looked back at Flash.

"She tried to hurt me." Bruce stated, lazily looking around him, before settling on the empty seat next to Flash.

Flash winced, before nodding his head. "Yeah."

"She doesn't like me, does she?"

"…No, she doesn't."

"Did I hurt her?"

"No Bruce, You never hurt her in any way."

Bruce stood silent, continuing to stare at the empty spot before turning to Flash.

"I took her son away, didn't I?" Bruce asked, his lip quivering in fear. "It's my fault."

Flash tensed slightly, wildly looking around to see who had told him that. There was no one around to tell him that, no one that knew anyway.

He couldn't be regaining his memories either, because all he had asked was questions so far, not straight out memories.

He stared at the small boy in front of him, and then shut his eyes. He needed to tell him.

"Yes." He whispered. 'You didn't mean too, it was an accident."

Bruce tensed; it was bad for him to lose his parents, to the point where he wished his life would end as well. But it must be worse for a mommy to lose her son, she made him.

"He turned into an old man." Flash continued, gaining his attention, "You tricked him to be older, but that broke a spell he had. So now he's an old man for eternity."

He felt relief flood through his veins, she didn't lose anybody like he did. She didn't have to suffer, the way he suffered. But then…

Why did she hate him?

"She doesn't like the fact her son's not a joyful kid that she can take care of." The figure beside Flash hissed. "She wanted her little baby; she didn't want an old man."

The figure stood up and looked at Bats, its black pupils glaring at the ground. He was about his own height, except he was all black. He tilted his head, and Bruce could see his teeth; it was formed like a mouth, but instead of lips all you could see was a row of teeth on top and bottom.

'So she took it out on us," It spat, his pupils became dilated and his body began to vibrate. "She needed someone to blame, and took us! IT WASN'T HER SON'S FAULT FOR BEING A COMPLETE MORON, NOOOOOO SHE TOOK IT OUT ON THE KID WHO WAS SUFFERING WAY MORE THAN SHE COULD EVER SUFFER!"

He started to howl in agony, his teeth sharpening and becoming dull as he screeched.

Flash looked up, noting the way Bruce tensed. He looked at him, and then to the area he was staring at. No one was there, but it seemed as if Bats saw someone. Something.

The boy became silent, holding his head into his palms, as he let out a shuddered laugh. Bats grimaced, that kid was crazy. He seemed to hate the world around him so much; he hurt himself in the process.

He didn't want to end up like him.

"too bad bucko." The boy hissed.

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a bright light that shoved him away. Momentarily forgetting about the boy and turned his head. The bright light ended up to be two figures, one male and one female.

"Superman, Wonder Woman!" He cried out.

Flash stood up and started to walk to them, holding Bruce against his neck like earlier.

Bruce looked on and saw the boy walk into his vision, a sad expression etched onto his face as white tears streamed down the others cheeks. He fell onto his rump, and stared at the floor. His shoulders shaking as he let out large sobs.

He looked up, and Bruce felt a foreboding sense hit his stomach, as he looked around.

His lips quivered, before he disappeared once more, his voice becoming an echo in the wind.

"It's too late."

Purple.

_**PLEASE READ**_

**A/N: So I was on tumblr, and saw one of my favorite artists explain they had an 'illness', **_(I don't know what else to call it)__**. **_**And they explained that they can see things around the room, and ended up giving him a name and excepting him. The only thing is only they can see him, but they draw him quite often so yes. **

**Anyways I believe the term was schizophrenia, but I'll have to double check on that. **_(I am not trying to diss anyone, who has the illness or the artists who has it) _**I good to the fanfic gods, was thinking about everything. At first I wanted to do something specifically with 'Shadow' but it changed once I read about this. **

**It made complete sense to me as I tried to fit it into the story, and the only reason this guy is popping up now is because for specific reasons I'll explain later. That and I kinda needed an opposite.**

**I don't want people to believe I'm just making up some random illness just to fit it into the story, even if it's not scientifically correct. NO! I will do my very best to research this illness as much as I can, so I won't piss any of you off. **

**And if I already did get something wrong, I apologize. Just tell me what I got wrong and I will try to fix it.**

**Aside from my rant, Sorry for the late update. School has started…Yay o~O.**

**Please read review, favorite or follow I guess. **

**Thank you to all of those who are STILL reading this story and actually enjoying it.**

**Well I am signing out so, later peeps. **

**-Maiden Out.**


	17. No

**Chapter 17: No**

**Disclaimer: Can i dream? no? okay :(**

**Quick A/N**_**: Okay I'm only doing this up here is because I got asked how Bats suddenly got Schizophrenic and I want to explain as quickly as possible.**_

_**Remember the reason I added that was because it blended into the story and sort of explained (to me anyway) a lot of features he had as an adult. For example, Schizophrenic people tend to be withdrawn from society, hate bright lights and loud noises. All to which Bats has proven to show. His love for being in at night, how he is uncomfortable around loud people and well he's never the center of attention. I'll explain more a little later. So enjoy.**_

She was behind them, she was right there. He wanted to scream but she held a palm against his mouth, blocking all sounds that he had wanted to make. He could see her laughing; feel the vibrations running through her hand. But Flash didn't turn, nor did Superman Wonder Woman or Shayera. None of them even noticed she was there.

"Flash put Bruce down." Superman smiled slightly. "With the four of us, I have no doubt Morgan won't be trying to get him anytime today."

He could feel Flash's body tense and assumed he was hesitant. Before he knew it, he was left on the ground the four of them surrounding him made him feel safe momentarily. But she was there, making him give the silent treatment to everyone.

"Alright, so we'll wait her out, she's desperate at the moment so she won't take long to make her move." Diana stated crossing her arms. "Whatever she wants with Bruce, she wants to finish it and fast."

"Question is what?" Shayera pointed out quickly. "To me it didn't seem she had wanted to use him for anything, all she wanted was to break him as best as she could. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Wait a second but that kind of defeats the whole purpose of turning him into a child right?" Superman pointed out, "He's a lot more innocent to everything around him."

Bruce looked at the weird purple masked lady, she was shaking her head. He could picture the sinister ear to ear grin she hid beneath her mask. She maneuvered her hands under his chin, making him shiver. What did she want?

"Well maybe she wants to take his child hood and transfer it to her Mordred that way he can restore eternal youth." Flash pointed out.

"But that wouldn't make any sense, couldn't she get some random kid off the street and do that if she really wanted to let Mordred take his youth back?" Superman countered, looking at the girls who shrugged in response.

He watched as they argued back and forth, and hissed when the lady squeezed his face in. He turned to her and noticed her body twitching; she was getting impatient with everything. She started to move out of the circle, having Bruce follow as she dragged his head.

He scooted closer and closer until he felt arms wrap around him from behind. He turned slightly and grinned when he saw Shayera.

"Whoa there kid, it's not safe yet." She rolled her eyes. "Come on you need to stay with us."

Unconsciously, Shayera ripped Morgan's palm away from his mouth, causing her to growl lowly. She slashed at her leg with her long fingered claws. Shayera hissed and looked down, seeing three long slashes across her left leg that was starting to drip blood.

She stepped back clutching Bruce in her arms, and tightening her wings around them.

"She's here." Shayera called out.

They all looked around, placing their bodies as a barrier for Shayera. They needed to protect Bruce, no matter what.

He could see her hiss, her cape flared out behind her as she stomped forward. He saw her go up to Flash, who was looking for her at the moment.

"_Help him."_

His arm shot out and grabbed Flash by the scruff of the neck, yanking him back as Morgan slashed. He got the tips of his lightning bolts, but Flash was fine.

For a second.

As soon as he pulled Flash back, he had stumbled, and landed on Shayera. She tried to keep her footing steady, but ended up slamming on her back. Her wings flared out as she cried in pain knocking down Diana, and accidently crushing her wing further.

Shayera gritted her teeth, and watched as Diana jumped off as quickly as she could, and helped her up.

Bruce looked up and saw Morgan conjure up a ball of blue light, he screamed as soon as she let it go. The ball had hit at the base of Shayera's feet that yanked them up to protect Bats once she saw the glow. Instead of disintegrating anything, the ball blasted them up. Shayera, letting go of Bruce as the explosion racked her frame. She spread her wings, and dived as fast as she could, not noticing another ball launch at her.

She felt the pressure in her stomach before she was blasted into a tree. She yelled in pain, which soon turned into a warriors cry. She planted her feet on the bark of the tree and thrust herself forward, her wings clutched tightly as she soared. She spread her wings out before she hit the ground, surveying the floor and looking for Bruce.

Bruce grimaced as soon as he felt the ground connect with his back. He skidded across the cement and held in a breath as his skin began to scrape. Once he stopped he curled up, it was too much pain for him to handle. He shut his eyes and forced his tears back, his lips quivering as the pain continued to shoot through his muscles.

"_Get up."_

Bruce opened his eyes, and saw the boy from before hovering over his Body.

"_Come on Get up!" _He yelled. _"There's no time for this."_

Bruce let his head fall back onto the cement, grimacing as he felt vibrations pound through his skull.

"Leave me here to die." He hissed. "I'm useless anyways."

The boy stepped back, before his body started to phase everywhere again, his eyes glowing red as he stared at Bruce.

"_THEY SAVED YOU, THEY PROTECTED YOU!"_ He screeched, stomping his foot down. _"THEY GAVE UP THEIR LIVES ONLY FOR YOU TO GIVE UP YOURS THAT IS NOT WHAT THEY DIED FOR BRAT!"_

Bruce glared, his parents didn't die for him; they died because of a stupid man with a gun. He felt his body shake as he remembered everything that he lost. He was nothing without them. He should have been the one to, not them.

"They died because an idiot pulled the trigger." He choked out, sitting up and caressing his right arm.

"_Then why did you survive?!"_ He growled.

"Because he knew I would suffer without them." He whispered.

They stood quiet, looking at each other before the boy plopped onto his rear end. Bruce looked away, the kid knew nothing; he didn't know his life. He had no right to tell him stuff that made him feel worse every day. It wasn't right.

"_No, he couldn't murder a kid."_ He stated. _"But that doesn't mean that they died for nothing right."_

He looked up, and nodded smirking slightly at the boy. The boy had a point, he needed to avenge them, avenge their deaths. He shook off his sadness and looked at the boy.

"That's right." He smirked, standing up and looking around.

The boy looked back and saw Morgan sprinting toward them; Superman and Wonder Woman were behind her being attacked by four Shadow men from earlier. Every time the man of steel would punch one, they'd just reform and strike them again.

"_Morgan's coming, let's go come on, come on!"_ He hissed.

Bruce looked back with wide eyes and started to sprint, their feet pounding against the floor. He looked up to see Shayera duel it out with two other flying shadow men, and could only assume Flash was going through the same dilemma.

"_GO LEFT!"_ The boy cried out.

Bruce jumped to the left only to be launched further back.

"_GET UP HURRY!"_ The boy cried.

"I-I Can't see!" Bruce yelled.

Everything he was looking at was being quadrupled. He felt nauseas trying to focus, and coughed slightly. He closed his eyes tight and stood up steadily.

"_I'll help you out let's go!"_ The boy yelled again. Bruce nodded uncertainly and started to sprint. Relying on the boy's vocal commands to help him out. _"Left!"_

Bruce turned to the left and could faintly hear the rustle of leaves and assumed he was going to run into a tree.

"_DUCK!" _He threw his body to the floor and heard the unmistakable sound of a ball flying above his head.

He felt Morgan grab the scruff of his neck and turned him towards her. Her mask was tilted up slightly, and he could see her pure tan skin, along with a crooked violent smile that made him shiver.

"Got you." She whispered.

"BRUCE NOO!"

He could feel a white light enveloping him and turned to see Flash running towards them. He wanted to tell him something but quickly gave up on that idea. His eyes filling with tears as he closed them and looked away.

"NO!"

And then they were gone.

Flash jumped, at the last second, but phased right threw the light, turning to look for the boy that made him smile. He saw nothing, only the empty space that occupied there last position. His body slammed into the ground.

"Nononononononononononononono!" He whispered, running around the park as fast as he could looking for him.

"BRUCE, BRUCE!" He cried out.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to stay steady. His body was vibrating, he couldn't stay still.

"FLASH!" Shayera yelled, as he looked up. "Where's Bruce?"

He felt everything crumble down around him. He fell to his knees, his arms being the only thing that held him up. He was gone, he was really gone. He shut his eyes tight, and howled in anger and pain.

She won.

_She won._

**A/N: AND I'M DONE! Not with the story but with this chapter. **

**Before I go into my small rant, I'd love to THANK YOU ALL! I know there are so many other stories better than mine out there, and I was really surprised you all chose mine. **

**56 Reviews, 51 favorites and 69 followers with only 16 chapters alone. **

**HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!? Once again thank you all, I've been feeling down lately and when I saw this it immediately made my day better. **

**YOU ALL GET VIRTUAL COOKIES AND ADORABLE BATMAN'S EVERYWHERE!**

**Anyway.**

**So I had one person question on why Bats was suddenly schizophrenic. I was going to originally reply to you but I just assumed many others thought the same. Like I said a couple chapters ago, I was originally going to put a whole different scenario when I found out about this illness. I did look it up like I promised, and I found some things surprising.**

**For instance, apparently Schizophrenic people tend to dislike bright lights, are socially withdrawn and at times are emotionally unresponsive.**

**All of which can describe Bats.**

**There are different types or stages of Schizophrenia, one which happens to be Catatonic Schizophrenia. **

**It states that a person can be withdrawn, mute, negative, and often at time can assume odd or unusual body positions.**

**Now Bats isn't unnecessarily mute, but he is a man of few words, and this starts off in childhood.**

**NOTE SCHZOPHRENIC PEOPLE ARE NOT SCHIZOPHRENIC BECAUSE OF A TRAGIC CHILDHOOD!**

**There is no direct cause of it, and they have this illness because of a genetic pass down from both or single parent. It might have been a recessive gene in both parents that happened to show up in their kid. **

**Now the reason I decided on this was because it made perfect sense to me. How Bats was able to detect a person without looking or hearing anything. It's because of his hallucinations. How he was able to dodge things and find out stuff no one else could, was because of them. **

**Now mind you I did say they were hallucinations, but this part in time created a huge impact on his life, reversing some things that should have happened when he was younger. Morgan accidently made them into their own persons with a mind and soul, which could communicate and respond to bats. **

**One became physical while the other is just starting to pop up; there is a reason for this.**

**Shadow is the first hallucination Bats has ever made, he had him since he was six, but never acknowledged him because he had no idea he was there. Shadow being the 'kid' in his mind.**

**The little boy is more mature, more down to earth than Shadow is. **_**(He will have a name soon.) **_**Showing Bats the reality he's missing. That this kid lost everything already but that doesn't mean he should give up.**

**The boy is Bruce's rough reality, while Shadow is his kid's side, of what he could have been with his parents if he got older. **

**I hope I gave a somewhat good reasoning for this and if not, P.M me and I will try to explain it better.**

**Well that was over my limit but anyway please review and Favorite or follow if you haven't already.**

_**(Now I'm being Greedy I'm sorry TT-TT.)**_

**-Maiden Out. ****H**


	18. The Bat, the Shadow and the Kid

**Chapter 18: The Bat, the Shadow and the kid**

**Disclaimer: Maybe if we joined forces we could just take it. ^-^**

She won.

Flash felt warm tears trickle down his face. She had actually won.

"She won." He whispered, staring blankly at the concrete.

He faintly heard Shayera hit the floor, all sounds being blocked as he struggled to not let out another scream of anguish. He slammed his head against the concrete, biting back the lump in his throat.

He leaned forward and forced himself up, his arms shaking. He couldn't tell if it was from his battle or because of what had happened. He shook his head and looked to Shayera, who was staring blankly at him. He grimaced and looked around, noting both Superman and Wonder Woman heading towards them.

His chest tightened, as he looked at their worried faces. He stared at the spot, Bruce had disappeared from. He waved a hand in the empty space ahead of him.

"Where's Batman?!" Superman cried.

_Batman, who was Batman?_

Flash's eyes widened in surprise, he had forgotten. How could he have forgotten that the little boy he's been taking care of for the past two to three days was the goddamn Batman! The weight in his chest had gotten heavier, he had lost a comrade AND a sweet little boy.

"Gone," He croaked. "She got him."

Everything went silent, he could almost feel them glaring at him. He lifted a shoulder, and dropped it carelessly.

"I was trapped by the goons she conjured." He bit out. "I tried so hard, so hard to outrun them but they were fast."

He turned to see Diana glaring at the ground, and Superman just staring blankly at the sky. He knew they blamed themselves for the incident, but they have no right too. It was his fault, his fault that he had left the kid alone. He was the reason Bruce didn't feel safe with him, for letting the poor kid suffer everything he's been through.

It was always his fault.

He felt a hand grip his shoulder and looked up to see Shayera. She was completely battered, dirt smudged on her face and leaves scattered in her orange hair. Her wings were ruffled slightly, and Flash knew she had sprained one in battle. Her clothes were still intact, but her body was littered with forming bruises.

She gave him a strong smile, showing that she wasn't out of it yet.

"Come on, there's no need to be done." She smirked, "Morgan would've killed him once she had him. So why don't we go get the kid and reverse this whole shebang before things really go nuts."

She let her hand linger for a bit, before she walked in front of him. Placing a hand on her ear she proceeded to call a few members that were good at tracking.

He knew, with no doubt, she had called Lantern for sure, his ring could detect the magical residue and where it could probably lead too.

"Flash it's okay, everything will work out." Shayera softly whispered, even he had trouble catching it in time.

Flash took the time to realize that he was still vibrating. The concrete beneath him was starting to cave at the inhumane shivers he was getting. He took a small shaky breathe and let it out as slowly as he could.

He sat on his legs, his upper body curving slightly as he realized what had transpired inside him.

He cared. He cared for the boy, the one who used to be a grown man. The same man who'd constantly belittle him for everything he had ever done. The man who seemed to know what to do to make his day feel better, to make sure he wasn't the sad little man he always was.

He covered his eyes with one hand, placing the other onto his lap, as he let a shaky smile reach his lips. He couldn't believe what he was thinking; in fact it was so close to making him laugh into a ball of tears.

He heard the slight mechanical twist of the transporter sending someone down, turning to see the bright light fade into three characters. One being Lantern and Etrigan while the other was J'ohn, it was surprising to say the least.

"Wait I thought you were on a mission." Flash pointed out, standing up from his position.

"Just came back two hours ago, so hurry up we must defeat this foe!" He grunted, walking towards the spot that Morgan had disappeared.

Flash immediately turned on his heel, a small determined smile was set. He was going to get him back.

_No matter what the cost._

**-To la Fay-**

He squirmed in her grasp, tears spilling down his face. She was dragging him by the hair, down an empty cell filled hallway. They stopped for a moment, and he sighed with silent relief.

That is until she yanked him up by the strands of his hair and chucked him into the wall. His body painfully slammed against the concrete, before gravity yanked him down into its uninvited embrace. He convulsed slightly onto the floor, tears pooling around his eyes.

He forced his body shakily up and looked at the lady Flash called Morgan. Her mask tilted to the side and she raised an arm, waving her hand slightly as she chanted.

"Pethainoun se eikositesseris." A dark red circle appeared before her hand, before passing it onto the small child

The red letters inside the circle surrounded him, words he couldn't understand. He could faintly see the strange letters form into a person before attacking him. He shut his eyes and awaited the pain to reach him, but surprisingly felt nothing.

He looked to his arms, surprised to see the red letters on his arms, swirling up like a snake before stopping at his wrist. It pulsed a light red, before engraving itself onto his arms. He flinched slightly when he felt a light scratch against his wrist but ignored it.

He looked up to the crazy woman, who giggled lightly.

"I'll see you in about eight hours." She smiled satanically.

She grabbed the bared door, and slammed it shut. The screech of metal and the vibrating sound, made him flinch. He shut his ears, faintly hearing her left. He looked up to see the flutter of her cape before she left.

He looked around and swallowed the lump in his throat. He sat down at the very corner of the room and looked around. There was grime sliding its way down the walls, the smell of mold and death reached his nose and he flinched.

He must have ignored everything when she tossed him around. He was used to being in pain, but being rough handled so much made him feel uneasy.

He looked up to see a candle pinned up on the wall, it was waving slightly as if it was going to be put out. Shrugging slightly, he smiled. He liked it better when there was no light around. He could scare people easier that way.

"This sucks."

Bruce yelped and threw his body to the side, surprised to see the boy from earlier appear next to him. Had anyone been in the cell with him?

The boy was looking at his arms and scratching at them feverishly. A scowl formed his teeth like lips.

"Well if you stopped doing that than you might not feel anything."

Bruce and the boy squeaked, looking up to see a tall man hover above them. Its white sockets practically glowing against the candle light. Bruce looked at him a little before smiling slightly.

He pat the ground across from him and smiled when he actually did.

"I've seen you before." Bruce smiled. "I saw you at the foot of my bed."

"Psh that's creepy." The boy snickered.

"Yeah well Morgan was after him, at the time so what would you expect?" The man hissed.

"HA I can fight that lady with my hands tied behind my back, and win." The boy smiled triumphantly.

The man leaned back and looked at Bruce, with a humorous glint in his sockets.

"Sure after about six years of training." He coughed lightly, earning a snicker from Bruce.

The boy growled, crossing his arms and leaning back.

"Bruce you're supposed to be on my side."

Bruce laughed again, he didn't know these two for long, but he felt safe around them. Like they were a part of him.

"I'm sorry but even I don't think you can face that lady." He snickered slightly.

His smile fell as he realized Morgan had probably captured the two before him and put that spell on them as well.

He knew that one kid had it, but did the tall one get it too?

"Hey Old man." The boy sneered. "You got this mark too or what?"

The tall one nodded silently, pulling up some sort of glove before they say the exact same engraved mark.

"Do either of you know what it says?" Bruce asked.

He looked up to them both shake their heads.

"All I could get was 24, im a bit rusty on my Greek." The man replied.

"So it's Greek eh?" The boy huffed. "I was just trying to figure out what language it was, I could have sworn it was Ukrainian."

"No Ukrainian is smaller text." He replied.

The two boys nodded, both looked at the inscriptions in their arms.

Bruce looked up and stared at the two, before tilting his head in confusion.

"Hey how come you two are transparent and all?" Bruce asked. "And kinda look like shadows?"

"We don't judge you do we?" The boy snapped. "How come your so pale?"

Bruce looked down and stared at his hands for a moment, before putting a hand on the back off his head.

"I guess I need to go outside more." He chuckled awkwardly.

The boy stared at him, before sighing and collapsing on the floor. The older man shook his head, before looking at Bruce. It was then he noticed that he had no mouth at all.

"It's a curse…sort of." The man sighed. "We're stuck like this for awhile."

He nodded in understanding.

"So what are your names, I can't keep calling you man and Boy in my head."

The boy looked up and glared at him.

"Yeah well I can't keep calling you Bruce can I?" He growled.

"But that's my name." Bruce pointed out, tilting his head to the side.

The boy growled again before jumping up.

"But there are such things as nicknames! Why don't I just call you Kid hu?!"

Bruce blinked, not noticing the finger pressed up against his nose.

"That's okay, I don't mind." He smiled.

The boy froze and fell back with a small yell of frustration.

"You are UNACCEPTABLE!" he cried.

The man rolled his head and looked at Bruce.

"He's an emotional one." He sighed. "You can call me Shadow or Shade."

Bruce smiled, nodding to Shadow in agreement.

"So what about you pipsqueak." Shadow rolled the boy over, who glared at him.

He looked at Bruce who looked at him expectantly. He let out another sigh and closed his eyes.

"_Bats." _

**A/N: TA-DAH! Sorry for the late update, I thought my keyboard had broken and I was depressed for two whole days until I realized it just got disconnected from my computer. I was so happy. I tried to write this as fast as I could without making a lot of mistakes but I think I failed. Oh well.**

**So we are going to reach an end soon, but I think we'll surpass twenty. **

**ANYWAYS, Guest of Honor (**guest**) Please don't die on me, I have the chapter right here. :3 I hope you all like this chapter and I'll try not to be so late next time, but no promises.**

**Please follow or favorite and leave a review if you'd like, Thank You! (**_**Being greedy again sorry TTnTT**_**)**

**-Maiden Out.**

H


	19. Hopeless

**Chapter 19: Hopeless**

**Disclaimer: FIGHT ME I"LL OWN YOU!**

Time froze the air around them, the musty scent seemingly gone ice cold. Noting the tension, Shadow stood up; striding his way to the cell door. He leaned in as far as he could go, hissing slightly as a pulse of magic burned his skin.

Peeking down the hallway, while ignoring the sting, he could clearly see Morgan striding down the steps. Her hips sashaying back and forth as she hummed quietly to herself. Her soft melody echoed throughout the place, but sent ominous chills down his spine.

He walked back, and forcefully made Bruce face the wall. He almost cried out in shock until Bats placed a hand on his lips.

Bruce looked at them in shock and surprise, trying to turn his head to see what was happening.

"Stay put." Bats hissed, removing his hand.

To shocked to say anything, he nodded his head, staring at the floor in front of him. He noticed with surprise his arm glowed and the faint number of twenty four dropped by one. Ignoring the glow he heard the sound of a shoe scuffing the cement and winced.

"Don't panic, stay calm." Shadow murmured. "She's almost here, don't say anything or turn at all, Bats and I will tell you what to do got it."

"Okay." He hushed.

The click of heels began to get louder before they stopped suddenly.

"Say hello." Bats smiled. "It'd be rude not to."

The only way Bats knew that Bruce had heard is when he straightened his back.

"Hello Morgan."

Morgan stopped and glared at the boy, his shadow looking similar to the bat he once was. Ignoring the odd acceptance, she let a smile touch her lips.

"Why, hello Young one." She drawled her sickly sweet voice sent shivers down his spine. "I assume you've made yourself comfortable."

"As comfortable as I can be." Bats snorted.

"As comfortable as I can be." Bruce repeated, His eyebrows drawing together as she didn't acknowledge Bats one bit.

"How lovely." She bit out.

She glared at the kid with a burning passion, no an hour earlier he was screaming and crying in agony. She stared at him, not willing to move until he turned to face her, so she could relish in the pure terror he should be feeling.

"You still here?" He groaned loudly, snapping her out of her thoughts.

He glance d over his shoulder, rolling his eyes as he saw her masked pressed roughly against the bars. Her hands clenching against the bars as if her life depended on it, creating small dents against the metal.

"Kinda out of it ain't she." Bats snickered, waltzing up to her.

Shadow rolled his eyes, or at least motioned he did. He turned to Bruce lightly motioning to face her.

He spun a bit, planting his feet on the ground once his body was facing her direction. He placed his hands on the ground, in between his crossed legs as he stared indifferently at her.

She gritted her teeth, taking in a shaky breath before smirking again. She let the bars go and turned her back to him, she started to walk away, her hand lingering slightly. A small red pulse, formed in her hand, and she quickly slammed her hand against the bar.

The light slipped through bars, speeding towards the child who sat there. He crossed his arms in a feeble attempt for defense, but it was in vain. The pulse slammed against his arms, slamming the child back with force. The wall behind him cracked.

Bruce cried out in pain, tears threatening to spill as the wall crumbled around him. He looked at his arms and hissed at the now burnt skin. It pulsed a light red, seemingly draining the energy in his body. He looked up, wiping his tears with his shoulders. He could barely hear Morgan laughing, but it was blocked by a large buzzing drone.

He could faintly see her walk away, but couldn't tell how long it had been. Gritting his teeth, he stood on shaky legs. The world crashed down on him, nausea overtook his stomach as his eyesight turned black. He felt pain vibrate up from his legs, as he collapsed. His cheek and stomach hitting the cement, along with his arm.

He immediately knew he messed up his arm in a way, he fell on it oddly. He looked up, his left arm splayed out in front of him. He saw the letters dropping and assumed it was the number.

It stopped and his vision faded to black.

The last thing he saw was the number eight.

**-The Group-**

Flash muttered angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. Shayera sighed and batted him with one of her wings, no longer able to take his agitated state.

"Flash you and I both know we wouldn't have been able to follow the trace even if we wanted to," She sighed then looked at Diana who was reacting the same way as Flash. "You two need to calm yourselves down, they'll find the trace and we can go kick Morgan's butt."

Diana grumbled, despite her being on a small mission looking for Morgan without any interactions with Bruce. She still felt extremely close to the small boy, not as much as Flash or Shayera, but it was strong enough for her to want to beat the living crap out of anyone who hurt him.

Shayera sighed, slamming her head on the table in front of her. Usually she'd be the one grumbling, screaming and giving out verbal threats that usually went violent. She let out another loose sigh, slamming her wing so Flash couldn't stand. He cursed lightly, pushing her feathers away as he tried to get up.

"Shay I'm hungry let me eat." He growled. "I'll get you two some chocolate shakes while I'm at it."

She glared at him for a second, and then closed her wings so they were tightly pressed up against her back. She tossed her head slightly to the side and clicked her wrist with one of her nails.

"Go but hurry" she added roughly.

Grunting slightly he sped off, leaving a gust of wind in his wake. Diana sighed next to her, muttering about Mocha instead.

Shaking her head she looked at the clock that showed the hours minutes and seconds. She stared at the moving seconds and watched as they tallied up rather quickly. Flash came back and handed them the shakes and Shayera grunted.

'Eleven seconds, that's four seconds too many.' She thought, grabbing the shake and sipping the chocolaty liquid through the straw.

She looked at Flash quietly, noting how he had only a large pile of food for a normal person. Meaning it wasn't a mounting reaching a foot in the air. It was a small pile, containing various fruits and sweets. She raised an eyebrow as he started to eat at a normal humane pacing. Staring off into the black void the window provided.

She winced when he looked down at him plate and pushed it in front of him. No longer having an appetite, it seemed. She cautiously plucked a gummy bear from the tip of the plate, placing it in her mouth as she chewed slowly.

Thoughts raced through her head, thinking on reasons why Flash would push a plate of sweets away. Subconsciously, she began to grab another item from the plate, which happened to be a slice of apple. Grumbling she nibbled the sweet fruit, glancing over to Diana to see she was messing with her straw.

Her Mocha, which Flash got surprisingly, was beginning to melt. The whipped cream loosing its oomph and melded oddly with the brown chocolate. She glared at the offending drink, watching with slight horror as she saw Diana unwillingly began to mix the creamy chocolate with the bland cream. Wincing she looked back to her own drink, sucking on the straw as the liquid slowly neared the bottom of the glass.

She turned as she heard heavy footsteps coming from the hall way, watching with confusion as Lantern came through the door. She heard the scraping of chairs and watched as Flash and Diana walked towards the ex-marine. He grunted and motioned for them to sit back down, which they reluctantly agreed to.

"So what happened?" Shayera asked, calmly taking a raspberry from the plate. "I didn't expect you back so early."

Lantern smiled, and laughed softly.

"Neither did we to be honest." He grunted taking a seat across from her. "But Morgan's trail was flimsy, and clumsy. She left indication that she was trying to rid the residue but she wasn't quick enough."

"Okay so then where is she?!" Flash grumbled, a small growl emitting from the back of his throat.

Ignoring the speedster, john continued.

"We went back to the place that she had vanished with Bats, and we found an explosion of magic. But one of the edges of the trail led farther than the others, and we assumed she had the destination in mind so the spell splattered."

"Wait but that's impossible, if all the other times she had been teleporting she had to have the place in mind before doing that, No?" Shayera muttered, gripping a small piece of chocolate between her teeth.

"That's what I had originally thought but Etrigan had mentioned that she usually had a back-up spell to cover her trails, but he only sensed the teleportation spell at the moment. That means that she's still in Gotham, but hiding underground or masking the building to throw us off." John muttered, "Not to mention if we went there right now, she'd probably be expecting us to charge in and take Bats back, so that means she probably has traps and goons littered everywhere."

Shayera nodded numbly, that would mean she'd probably kill him at that point in time. She turned to her left to see Flash gritting his teeth angrily, and she swore to Diana's god she say a single tear stream down his cheek. She placed a hand on his shoulder, letting a calm indifferent face set on her features when Flash angrily turned to her.

His anger quickly drew to surprise before guilt overset everything. He looked down and muttered a small apology underneath his breath. He crossed his arms on the table and gently pressed his face in the crook of his elbows. He let out a shaky breath and silently cursed himself for being so weak.

He was the reason everything was going wrong. He was the reason Bruce was out there crying for someone to save him.

And now there was nothing he could do.

"_MORGAN'S ON THE MOVE!"_

His head shot up, and a vicious smile touched his lips. Glancing over to Shayera and Diana to see them react the same way.

He stood up, pushing his chair back as he walked calmly towards the monitor room.

This was it.

**A/N: HELLO! I'm sorry this is late, but I've been struggling with writer's block (again). And I'm not going to lie, but those of you who Know Daniel from Cyndago, could probably figure it out. It was sudden and it scared me, but I'm better now. **

**Enough of this cause I don't want to get you all in a depressed mood or anything.**

**I don't like how it turned out but I hope you all enjoyed. So Bye and please Review.**

**-Maiden out.**

H


	20. Small filler (I'm sorry)

**Small Filler**

**Disclaimer: IDO (I don't own)**

**A/n: Okay this might be long, but I am so sorry! For everyone who followed, favorited this story, and the people who were kind enough to leave a nice review.****THANK YOU. It really boost's up my self esteem (**_**though nowhere near arrogance or cockiness, I know I still have a long way to go.**_**)**

**I did want to start typing and get a new chapter up, and I did type it up, but I'm caught in a MF storm. The most I got was about 500 words for the next chapter, and I haven't even gotten to the good part and I'm rambling for all 500 words so I need to delete it and rewrite it. **

**I also got into another major funk because I had a notebook with 5 sections and over 200 pages filled with my personal drawings and rants. AND SOME ASS HAT DECIDED TO JUST GRAB IT FROM MY BAG AND STEAL IT. At first I thought that I had lost it or lend it to one of my friends (I only have like 5 or 6 real friends that I talk to on a day to day basis.) so I asked around and found that someone had taken it. **

**It pisses me off and I spent over an hour crying because I really, really, REALLY love my art, it expresses who I am and why I am here. **

**Problem is, I still haven't found who took it. Other than that my mom has been pressuring me to get Straight A's in all my classes, I have six classes for high school. And I had 3 A's and 3 B's so she got all mad. So I'm struggling to bump up all my grades, it isn't hard but with the limited amount of HW and Class work I can't really bump up anything! And being in Pre-cal for tenth grade requires me to focus a lot on that for tests. So yeah.**

**Im sorry for ranting, and you sure as hell don't have to read it. I apologize for my EXTREME lateness, so I have this chapter.**

**Pretty much it has nothing to do with the Plotline and it won't have any hints or reason's things happen. If anything, this whole chapter is based on lil' Bats and his secret passion, along with a bit of Flash being Flash. **

**I'm not going to lie, but as I was writing this I couldn't help but smile softly. My small adopted child is adorable.**

**Again I apologize for everything and you can read this small Filler with no more interruptions.**

Bruce shot up with fright, looking around in the empty room of his. He looked down to his palms, inhaling a shaky breathe. He couldn't remember what had scared him, he could never remember his nightmares.

He turned his head slightly and gripped the small teddy bear that lay next to him. He held the small bear, letting his breathe even out as he shut his eyes.

Finally he opened his eyes, and looked at the alarm clock set on the side of his bed. The large green numbers shone with an eerie glow. 3:20. He shivered and moved the blanket away from his warm body.

He didn't dare look up, afraid to see the creature sitting at the edge of the bed, or the doll running around the floor holding a knife. Maybe he didn't want to see the boy with the split smile and lidless eyes.

He felt a shiver rack his spine, and concluded something. There was no way in hell he was reading those scary stories from the library ever again, or listen to the kids when they say a story is true.

He slid of the bed with the teddy bear in his hands, clumsily walking towards the light switch. Hearing the satisfying click, he whipped around and slammed his back on the wall. Happy to see no monsters creeping up on him.

Bruce wandered towards the window and saw the stars twinkling between the thick gray clouds. The clouds flashed and quickly covered the dark purple with speckled white. A large clash of thunder rung around the city.

Bruce squeaked and dived to the ground, holding the teddy bear, the thunder clashed again and he scurried under the bed. He flinched violently as every clash became louder and louder.

"_Oi Bruce, get out of there!"_ A voice shouted.

Bruce squeaked and hugged the bear closer. After a moment of silence he could hear a loud grunt and felt a tug on his pants. Problem was that it was on the side pressed up against a wall.

Bruce shrieked loudly, and crawled away from the wall. Creating a small skin rash on his arms, he successfully got out. He could see his transparent friends holding in a snicker, underneath the bed!

He growled and got up, placing his hands on his hips as he leaned forward.

"That was mean!" he cried. "You could have traumatized me!"

The boy, in turn, began to laugh loudly. His laugh causing Bruce to flush brightly and turn around, pouting heavily as his friend continued to laugh. Bats stood up and placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"I don't like you." He seethed.

Bats snickered lightly, his teeth shining against the dull lighting.

"You and me both Kiddo." He smiled. 'Well I gotta go, Shadow and I have some shit to do, so….go back to sleep."

Bruce tensed, his muscles clenching at the thought of sleep. He shook his head and smiled lightly.

"I-I think I'll just watch some T.V." He laughed nervously.

Bats stared at him before shrugging, jumping out of the window that was open. Bruce crawled up quickly and closed it, he didn't like the windows being open. He let out a small sigh of relief, stepping back a bit as he stared at the window.

He shivered as he heard another boom of thunder and carefully retrieved his bear from the floor. Biting his lip, Bruce quickly grabbed the curtains and clumsily pulled them shut. He wouldn't want to stare outside anymore.

He sighed heavily, and quickly crossed to his dresser. He found his CD player and quickly gripped onto it along with the overly large headphones. He clipped the CD player onto his pants and let the headphones dangle onto his neck.

He jumped back, opening a drawer and skimming through the mass amounts of cases. He quickly gripped onto one; it was a large orange case with a single white disk inside. He had dark black letters that stated 'Bruce's songs.'

He smiled slightly; his mother had managed to use her laptop to put this together for him.

Bruce quickly opened the case and popped it into the CD player. The first song that came on had started out with several chords being repeated on the guitar. It was soft, and calming, the rhythmic sound soothing his mind.

He began to pat his leg with the music. The lyrics came on and he immediately knew the song.

"_When I see your smile,_

_Tears run down my face,_

_I can't replace_

_And now that I'm strong I have figured out_,"

Bruce quickly started to dance to the song, swaying his hips slightly as he waltzed in a circle, he crossed his right foot behind him and spun in a circle, planting his left foot onto the ground as he continued to waltz.

"_How this war turns cold and it breaks through my soul,_

_And I know I'll find_

_Deep inside me, I can be the one_

_I will never let you fall,_"

He gripped his arms and let a frown touch his lips, eyes scrunching up as he took a step back. He took three steps forward, puffing his chest up ever so slightly, before he rose his arms. He clutched his hands onto his heart, twisting his head as he let his body crouch slightly.

He quickly mouthed the next line, a small apologetic smile touching his lips.

"_I'll stand up with you forever,_

_I'll be there for you through it all,_

_Even if saving you sends me to heaven_."

He continued his waltz, only this time he made his movements more erratic, sliding to the side as he crossed his arms. He spun on his left leg and planted his right foot shoulder width apart. He let his palm touch the floor and tightened his left hand into a fist. Dropping to one knee he clutched his heart with his left.

Blinking back tears he pressed pause, he loved this song so much, but it brought back bad memories.

There was a faint sound, and he quickly took off his headphones, shock and embarrassment covering his face.

Flash stood there with a small smile on his face.

"Nice one."

And with that Bruce passed out.

**A/n: Lol, there you go, this song is called Your Guardian Angel y Red Jumpsuit Apparatus so yeah. I might fix this later but this is just a filler chapter for my lack of updates. (DON'T EXPECT THESE.)**

**I don't like Chapters with just A.N. in them so yeah. Here ya go. **

**-Maiden Out.**


	21. Pain

**Chapter 20: Pain**

**Disclaimer: I'm tired of doing this s*** ugh, but as always I don't own anything. **

Bruce opened his eyes wearily, his heart pounding at a million miles and his head was ringing like crazy. A dark shadow loomed over him, forcing him to shut his eyes. When he opened his eyes again he saw the silhouette of Morgan above him, but instead of one there were three.

He could hear her giggling and laughing; it was a soft sound but had an edge to it that scared him.

Was she being driven to insanity?

He shook his head, the sudden nausea washing over him in a flash. He gagged loudly, and he was thrown upward roughly. He gagged again, bringing up an arm to his throat.

It was burning, his muscles were killing him. As if it was being eaten from the inside out. He felt as if his bone was shattering as pressure began to build around it. Burning his skin in the process, though he refused to scream

He then noticed Morgan hadn't dropped him to the floor. He looked up at her, in which she smiled back greedily. What was with her?

He let his head drop back down to the side and noticed how much his body flared every time he moved.

Why did he hurt so much?

"Come along Batsy."

His eyes wandered slightly, scrunching up as he looked at Morgan. Batsy? Who the hell was Batsy?

He closed his eyes once again, remembering Bats and Shadow were around him at the time, but they weren't next to him at the moment. He felt his legs cry out in pain and looked down slowly.

He was being dragged. When had that happened?

He looked behind him slightly, noting the movement took a lot of energy to perform. He saw Morgan dragging him with one hand; the other was moving around and going everywhere erratically.

He tensed when she turned to him with a vicious smile; her mask was slightly up so he could see the deranged glint in her eyes.

He was just a kid, why had she taken a large interest in him.

His eye lids dropped, and he remembered what Bats had told him. He had hurt her son, her only son, but he wasn't dead. He was old, like really, really old. An old man that couldn't talk and could barley move, who didn't even acknowledge anything was happening. But it wasn't his fault.

It was…just a little mistake.

He looked back towards her, slightly happy as his vision blended into a blurry frame aside from the three images.

Her mouth was moving, it paused for a moment her mouth wide open and he could hear faint laughing.

What was she saying?

Was she even speaking English?

He cried out, a bright light enveloping his sight, burning away the darkness he was acquainted to.

He felt her nails scrape his neck and flinched violently. He could feel his heart beat erratically. Was this it? He was tossed to the dirt, forcing him to hold in the large gasped breathe he wanted to take.

He looked up and saw her laughing, staring at him for a second before looking up.

"You want him!?" She squealed. "Come on get him!"

She kicked him harshly in the stomach; his body skidded across the floor, turning from dirt to cement. He cried out in pain, curling up as he held his stomach.

It was official; he was completely done with pain shooting through his body every damn second of the day.

"BATS!"

Bruce turned slightly, expecting to see his dark friend with white teeth. Instead he saw Flash, gently gripping him from the sides as he carried him back to everyone.

"NO, NO, NO!" His head lolled back slightly to see Morgan fuming madly.

It was her fault, if she didn't want him to be taken back. The least she could have done was not kicked him. Or better yet not have taken him anywhere at all, what kind of person gave away what they wanted.

He blinked owlishly. What was he thinking?! He didn't belong to her!

"It's going to be okay Bruce, everything will be alright." Flash whispered in comforting hushes.

He scrunched his nose up slightly. Flash's breathing was quick and rapid, almost as if he was hit harshly on the chest. His body was shaking and he curled his fingers against Bruce's side.

Was he mad? Bruce looked up and tensed when he saw his teeth clenched in anger. Was he mad at him?

"F-Flash." He whispered, curling up into the taller man's chest. "I-I."

He grunted, tears brimming at his eyes. He felt uneasy the whole time, but having Flash mad at him was devastating. He didn't want him to be mad, Flash didn't seem like the person to get mad easily.

He shoved him in the chest, surprising Flash who immediately put him down. He stepped back on wobbly legs, stumbling back until he landed on his rear. He looked up to see Flash's mouth pressed in a firm line, concluding what he had thought earlier.

"Bruce your arms." Flash whispered.

Bruce looked at his arms and growled. The stupid red glowing mark were still there, but was that really the first thing Flash saw. Not the fact that he was bruised and he was bleeding from his lip! No it had to be the one thing that didn't even hurt him, the stupid marking he didn't care about.

He looked up, and noticed Flash was nowhere to be seen. He growled again and stood up on shaky legs. He didn't want to go back to Morgan, or the supposed heroes. He wanted to go home, with Alfred and Mom and Dad. He wanted to be away from all this danger.

He wanted to be normal.

He looked back to see a clash of Red against a magical barrier, the red being launched back and slammed against a building.

He felt a scream bubble up in his stomach, but immediately quelled it down. They didn't care about him; they only cared about winning the battle against a long time enemy. If anything, they wouldn't even notice he was gone.

He scoffed quietly to himself, why had he ever believed they would notice.

No One Ever Noticed.

He looked around quickly and ran to a building. An alleyway. His smile dampened when he heard a load whistle. He turned quickly to see Superman slam into the building right next to him. He blanched and hid into the small animal covered alley way.

He heard a panic of Voices and hid behind the nearest trashcan. Nose scrunching up slightly at the rancid smell he watched as Morgan slid across the pavement near him.

He tensed his small hands scratching pathetically against the pavement. The woman tensed and tossed her head towards him, making him freeze. He was out of sight, and he couldn't exactly see her well, but he knew…he knew she was staring at him. He could feel her piercing gaze, sending unpleasant shivers of fear run down his spine.

He heard more yells and the sound of several people hitting the floor at once. Biting his lip, Bruce silently looked to the side, hoping to see Morgan slammed onto the floor. Instead he met with several of the 'heroes' gritting their teeth in pain as something held them against the floor. He squinted slightly, searching for Morgan in the mist, a little happy and disappointed as she was outstretching her hands on the group standing above them all.

Her Mask was shattered slightly. A large crack emitting from the bottom left of her face to the upper right. Tiny small cracks spread all around, almost like a spider web, but the mask wouldn't shatter.

He looked around, and noticed with slight fear that Flash was looking directly at him. He gritted his teeth roughly as Flash struggled to get up.

"BRUCE!" Flash cried out, as more pressure was pushed onto his body. H

He watched in agony as Morgan appeared behind the kid, the boy was oblivious to what was happening.

"Bruce! I n-need you to-!" He was cut off harshly by a loud tortured scream.

He was helpless.

Bruce writhed in agony, his blue eyes shot open in his surprise. His arms slammed against his sides while he jolted upwards on his knees. He threw his head back, crying and screaming as the magic coursed through his body. His body cackled a dark red as opposed to the light blue magic pooling in Morgan's palm

Morgan was a bit surprised, jumping back in shock as she watched him. Her surprise lasted no more than a second, before an insane laughter erupted from her. She sauntered forward twirled her hand around in the air, as the screaming turned into harsh sobbing.

The energy dissipated and Bruce slammed forward. There was a sickening crunch as blood spewed from his small body.

Flash cried out in shock, along with two others he had barley realized were watching as well.

Morgan squealed lightly, raising Bruce up with the blue magic settled in her hand. His head tilted forward as an unnecessary amount of blood, dribbled from his lips. His had the eyes of a doll, so lifeless and shiny, but he was alive. His stomach rose and fell in odd intervals, signaling his uneven breathing.

"BRUCE!" Flash cried out, struggling as he lifted up his body.

The pressure that was on his back dissipated and he ran forward without even thinking. His green eyes solely on the boy he was taking care of. He heard his name faintly being yelled at. Suddenly his body felt heavy.

He was snapped back into reality as his body was crushed to the floor. Gasping lightly for air, as he felt his whole body began to cave in. he warily and slowly looked up, a grimaced frown set on his face. He was at the feet of Morgan.

"Grovel." She smiled lightly.

She rose her hand up and snapped in front of her as if she were throwing something.

He stared in horror as Bruce's body followed the movement. His body landed in the main street, skidding across the pavement. He rolled to his side, and Flash held back a sob.

He was beat up harshly, his skin raw red with a thousand of small scratched littered his right side. He lazily opened an eye, his left one, staring blankly at Morgan.

In return she raised an arm and uttered in an ungodly cheerful tone.

"Die."

**A/N: NYEH! I don't know what to say. During Christmas Day, was when my inspiration came back! I was originally going to make this longer but I couldn't help but feel bad. **

**This was going to be the last chapter and ending it all but I decided to give it earlier. **

**If anything next Chap will DEFINITLEY BE the LAST ONE.**

**Almost done. Tears. T-T**

**So hope you enjoy and Review please.**

**-Maiden Out.**


End file.

Justice League, Angst, Hurt-Comfort