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From My Hands	By : Undine Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N - . Chapter short, just couldn't get it out.. Bruce might be a little OOC... but I tried! so don't shoot me!
Chapter 6
Bruce was stiff the entire ride back to the manor. She didn't say much, her facial expression didn't change much either. It reminded him far too much of when he'd first brought Dick home. Of course Dick wasn't afraid of him as he could tell this girl was, but at first he had been just as unresponsive. Dick had lost his parents,his silence was grieving. He wasn't sure what her silence meant. He didn't know how to comfort her. She seemed emotionless about what had happened to her family. And Tim, well Tim had come to him under different circumstances. Yes they'd both found out his secret, but Tim was excited, Danielle thought he was going to kill her...
All he could think, was thank God for Tim. He'd matured a bit since he'd first taken him in. He wasn't as bouncy as he would have been when he first took the name 'Robin' but he tried to keep the car entertained and light hearted. Though a little tentative at first he tried to engage her in conversation. At Bruce's warning, he stayed away from their night life. He didn't like the fact of her knowing in the first place, no reason to give her more information. Let some things remain a mystery. However, he did try to excite her about the manor. He'd offered to take her on a tour of the gardens, and warned her about getting lost inside the many corridors. Internally he chuckled at the time Tim had once gotten lost, minus the first time he'd snuck up from the cave without permission that was..
When he'd become a little too animated, making sharper movements or getting just a little too close to her she'd flinched and pulled back from him. This didn't go unnoticed by either of them, he was a smart and quick boy, he adjusted his movements and actions, toning them down as not to startle her again. He didn't need Superman's hearing to know that when this ride had started, her heart was nearly flying from her chest, it raced so hard. By the end of the ride however, It was beating more normally, she didn't appear to be ready to jump out the window at any second the way she had been before. Even her eyes appeared a bit lighter. At some of his more animated tactics he could see the corners of her mouth twitch some times.
Tim had kept her attention quite well. She'd kept her eyes on him the whole second half of the trip. She didn't notice when they'd entered through the gates of the estate or the house until the car came to a stop. When the car stopped he saw her stiffen quickly. Her back was rigid and he was sure he's seen her try to swallow around a lump in her throat.
Alfred opened the door, she squinted as the light that had been previously dimmed by the tinted windows now flooded the interior and temporarily blinded her. By the time her eyes sight wasn't plagued by large white blotches, Bruce had already exited the vehicle, standing to the side of the door and waiting for her to do the same. She looked back to the boy in the car with her. He was beaming brightly, eager for her to step out. When she didn't move he made a "shoo-ing" motion with his hands. She moved slowly for the door, gripping its edges as she set foot on the paved drive way.
Her mouth hung open as she looked to the massive building in front of her. The outside was brick and the front was trimmed with hedges and roses. It was old architecture, you could tell that this building held stories, but had been well maintained through the years and was far from crumbling. She'd never seen a building so large, so intact. She thought back to the building she'd shared with her family. Their home was a gutted building, half caved in upon itself. There was no real room, the upper levels of the old building having crumbled, a ratty, swiss holed, stained mattress saved from some garbage with ratty, torn and nearly see through blankets... Somehow, even staring at this magnificent building, she felt homesick, deep in her gut.
"Big huh?"
The voice from behind her snapped her from her reverie in an instant. The boy, Tim, was behind her, head nearly perched on her shoulder. Instinctively she took a few step forward.
His smile didn't falter as he stepped out of the car behind her.
"Welcome Home miss Danielle" Alfred said, ever the professional.
She looked up to the aging man. He was stiff, but he didn't seem to hold an air of danger about him as the other man did. He seemed a cross between the stuffy businessmen and grandfather with their grandchildren she'd seen on her trips out to search for food and beg what few coins she could from bystanders.
"That's Alfred. I call him Al." Slowly Tim reached out his hand, and almost like a ghosts breath placed his hand on the back of her arm, urging her forward towards the door of the estate as he continued. "He's pretty cool." He leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Don't get him peeved at you though. He's a good cook, until you give him a reason to give you something nasty..." He make a face, catching his tongue between his teeth to emphasise on how nasty Alfreds 'revenge cooking' could be. A cough that cleared Alfreds throat made him look up with a sheepish grin and a chuckle
Behind them Bruce followed closely. He wished there'd been more steps between the driveway and the manor. Batman always knew his next move, always had back up plans, that doesn't mean that they're always situations he wants to undertake.
Once they were inside, Alfred excusing himself, Tim still rattling on, he knew it would be time to start the conversation he didn't want to have.
"Tim, go to you're room" Instantly the boy turned to him, eyes wide and about to protest. She,too, had turned to him at his choice to speak so suddenly. For this reason, he choose a less severe degree of 'bat-glare' and attempted to direct it only at Tim. The boys mouth snapped shut quickly. He'd made a move on the warehouse, possibly causing therm to loose their best lead, allowed himself to be seen without his mask, stowed away in the trunk. He was treading on thin ice. He knew this. Better yet, he knew not to push even one more of Bruces buttons.
Tim turned to Danielle, giving her a little squeeze on the shoulder with a kind smile. "I'll see you later. Promise." With that he headed up the large staircase, presumably for his room. She watched him go until Bruce stepped up to her side. He then gained her full attention. He watched Tim disappear, waiting till he was sure they wouldn't run into him before he glanced to her over his shoulder.
"Come. I'll show you to your room." Without further words he started up the steps. His tone left no room for rebellion. She followed close behind, eyes locked on the mans broad shoulders. Her muscles trembled beneath her skin both with fatigue and in fear she'd have to run at any moment. During the entire walk Bruce remained silent. His face was steeled as always, but beneath his mask, there were swirling emotions, a war being raged internally...
Stopping at a door across and down one from Tims, just down the hall from his own, though he barely remembered what his looked like, He opened the door for her, holding it open for her as he gestured her in. "This will be your room during your stay with us."
She walked through the doorway with hesitation. Against the middle of the left wall was a large canopy bed with sturdy solid oak posts in a light stain. The canopy itself was lacy, elaborate as was the bedspread. The pillows were fluffed, the comforter thick, white with beautiful embroidered flowers. In the middle sat one fluffy, new bear, to it's side were two porcelain dolls in beautiful, Lacy, Victorian style dress. At the foot of the bed sat a long padded bench, upon which rested several articles of clothing that had been laid out for her. Matching night stands to either side of the large bed.. To the left of the bed was a door, slightly ajar it was easy to see that it led to a private bathroom. Across on the other side was a large, elaborate and matching armoire, a vanity and dressers against the wall the door was lay in. On the farthest side a large window with a built in padded seat overlooking the garden she'd heard about.
Bruce closed the door behind him, startling her and making her move quickly away from him. He didn't find it surprising. With a calm, even look he walked to the super plush bed, sitting down and patting beside him, calling her over to him. She approached with great caution. "I already told you, I'm not going to hurt you. If you've followed anything about me you'd know that's not what I do."
"No one else has seen your secret before." Was her quick reply. He almost wanted to chuckle. If she knew just how many knew his secret... Still not many but more than she certainly thought. As she moved closer she added. "My sisters will be looking for me when they hear. They'll take me back." She warned.
"I'm sure they will." He said with sincerity, or at least as close as the Batman could get. "And as soon as they come you're free to go." Her expression changed. She clearly didn't expect that as an answer. "As I've said, you're not a prisoner here. I brought you here for your own protection, to keep you from the streets. I do need you to understand, what we do NEEDS to remain a secret. I hope you can keep it that way." His face was stern, his jaw set, but he lacked the daggers that was his patented glare. He found no reason to frighten her. She'd been through a lot, far too much for anybody, let alone a child her age. She nodded lightly. He stood. "You're tired. You should wash up and go to bed." He said, trying to pull on his nicest 'Bruce' persona. He heard her sit on the bed as he walked to the door. Turning after opening it he saw her, head down, hands limp and lifeless in her lap. "I'll find them." He said. She raised her head, wide eyes meeting his. "I'll find them and bring you home to them."
He closed the door, turning down the hall to Tims room. The faintest traces of the younger mans head and eyes immediately popped back into his room from where they'd been peeking out moments ago, the door that had been held ajar was shut tightly. The Bat in him told him he should be angered with his Robin for the lack of discipline but he couldn't help the grin that pulled at the corner of his lips at the boys antics. From the other direction Alfred approached.
"I take it everything was to both your likings sir?"
Bruce turned to the closest thing he had to a father with a grin on his face. "I didn't hear any complaints." He said, heading down the hall with the man. "And Alfred?" He began.
"Yes, sir?"
"Thanks for doing the shopping." When they'd decided that they'd be taking in the young girl he'd left preparing the room and gathering a wardrobe for the young girl to Alfred. He was pretty sure his style wouldn't work for an adult woman, let alone a young girl. Alfred seemed to know this as he cut Bruce from all decisions of these preparations and cracked a grin as they rounded at the top of the steps.
"My pleasure sir!" The two looked at each other for a moment before letting out an amused laugh as they headed down the stairs.
The tiles were cool under her bare feet, the marble sink no warmer under the palms of her hands as she stared into the mirror. Her hair was in knots, dark circles under eyes. She looked so pale compared to Tim and Bruce...
Reaching for the comb that she'd found on the sink she attempted to undo the years of tangles in her hair. She hissed loudly each knot, so pretty much constantly. It took a long time before she could get the comb through without getting it snagged on yet another knot. what had once been a rats nest, afro of a hair style laid nearly flat against her scalp now, weighted down with dirt and oil. Turning to the large tub she leaned over, plugging the drain, fumbling with the faucet, not really remembering which was hot and cold till she nearly burned the skin of her hand off.
While the tub filled she went to check the door again. She took five looks, each time making sure the door was locked. Once she felt secure enough no one would be walking in she stripped down. Once she was free of the overly large clothes she'd stolen the only thing left to catch her eye was the, now some what beat up hospital bracelet. The bracelet with her name... Staring at it for a moment before scrunching her fingers together and with a little work she slipped it off in one piece.
Leaving it on the sink as she slipped into the scalding water. Her skin went from brown to red as the water dirtied. She could not bring herself to care as the heat released all the knots and kinks in her muscles. Fumbling for some bottles placed on a corner stand by the tub she didn't much care which product she actually poured into the hands and worked into her scalp but the scent of lavender helped her breath in easier, take in the deep breaths she needed. She rinsed it by slipping her head under the water.
Stepping from the tub she wrapped one of the large fluffy towels about herself, rubbing the soft material against herself. Reaching for the clothes that she'd brought into the bathroom with her from in from the bedroom she slipped on what appeared to be her night gown. A pink satin dress with shallow v neck and flowing see through sleeves that fell down to her ankles. The fabric slid against her freshly cleaned skin causing shivers of sensations she wasn't used to. She ran the comb through her hair again before picking up the bracelet she'd left on the sink. Sitting on the bed when she enter the room she opened one of the bedside tables, placing the bracelet inside.
Sitting back against the pillows in the center of the bed after slipping the bear to one side she didn't want to fall asleep. She didn't want to leave herself open, leave herself vulnerable. She wouldn't trust this man... But her eyes were too heavy... Though the clock on the night stand read only 12 pm. She couldn't move her arms, her head wouldn't lift off the pillow. Though she stubbornly protested, forcing her eyes open each time they'd drift shut, her abused, sleep deprived body would not relent. Before she knew it, she was in a deep sleep.
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