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Wednesday came around, as did my time to go back to school. A part of me really didn't want to go because I would much rather stay back at the Penthouse and stay in bed. But if I asked Bruce if I could stay home...he would kind of use the fact that I've been asking to get out of bed for the past 3 days non stop against me. At this point, Bruce thought that I would be more than happy to go back to school. My side wound was healing nicely, so that was good news at least. I still had the bandage on my head, still stained with blood from my kidnapping accident, so no doubt I will get stares from people even though most of Gotham already knew what happened to me.

Bruce offered to drop me off at school on his way to Wayne Enterprises. Every other teenager would know that he was using this trick to either tell me what to do with my day or at least give me some advice that would help me get through it. I decided not to worry about that until he would say something to me. Even though Bruce finally told me his deepest, darkest secret, I can still never figure him out. Bruce is always going to appear that there is something he knows and I don't. Good or bad, only time will tell.

We drove to the school in silence, which was fine with us. In time, we'll probably get out of that phase and start talking about normal stuff, like how our day went, what's going on at school...you know: The kind of stuff parents talk about with their kids. Both of us would have to work hard to communicate with each other...and, of course, try not to have too many secrets. Or, at least, don't have secrets as big as being Batman.

I was pretty content with the idea that Bruce was Batman by now. But, obviously, I have to be careful around who I talk to, what I hear, what I say, where I am, and, more importantly, who I trust.

I can trust Rachel, Alfred, and Lucius, of course. They knew our secret. I can even trust Gordon, even though I can't tell him the truth.

Bruce pulled his expensive, silver-black Lamborghini in front of Gotham City Private a half hour before the bell rang for the start of school. As he put the car in parking, I stared out the passenger side window, looking at other students pass by, going about their normal lives as if nothing horrible happened to them. Then, I thought of something I never thought I would dare to think before:

I thought that those kids were the luckiest people in the whole world because they had normal lives.

What would classify as normal in Gotham City anyway?

Not hanging out with a masked vigilante?

Not living with a billionaire playboy?

Or being seen with your godfather, who is a billionaire playboy, and secretly a masked vigilante, and you know it?

So...would that consider me some sort of outcast in the City of Gotham?

My mind went totally blank when I couldn't answer.

"It gets easier, in time,"

Bruce's voice pulled me out of my trance, for lack of a better word. I turned to look at him to find that he was giving me the infamous amused smile everyone gave me. I looked at him, confusion in my eyes.

"How?" I inquired.

"...It just does," Bruce implied that I should take his word for it. "And you don't even realize things have gotten easier until a while after it happens,"

I never thought of it that way before. Nodding, I felt a bit more confident and gathered my backpack and coat, getting ready to head out.

"OK, well," I let out a breath. "Here goes nothing,"

Bruce chuckled as I got out of the car and stood by the open door.

"You'll be fine," he reassured me.

I nodded again.

"I know," I said. "...But I don't know what's holding me back,"

"We can fix that,"

What in the world was he talking about? Before I could ask Bruce what he meant, he had dug into his pocket, took out a small silver box tied with thin gold string, and tossed it to me. I barely caught it. Staring at the small gift in my hands made me even more confused. I looked at Bruce, a puzzled look once again on my face. He just smiled.

"You're gonna be late for class," was all he said.

I hadn't realized the time. Nodding, I gave a small smile and mouthed "Bye" to my godfather as I closed the door. As he started the engine and was beginning to pull out, I stayed on the front steps of the school, opening the gift while my classmates passed by me as if I was invisible. But when I finally opened the small gift, they were the ones who were invisible to me.

Inside the tiny silver gift box was my heart-shaped golden locket.

Smiling as much as I possibly could, I looked up, managing to catch the expensive car drive away.

After fastening my locket around my neck, I thought of another thing that I never dared to think before:

Today was going to be a good day.

"Sarah!"

I turned around and, immediately, an overwhelming flow of happiness filled my heart. Ally was running toward me at lightning speed. I started doing the same and met her halfway. Once we were within an arms reach of each other, Ally and I had engulfed ourselves in a tight hug. I felt tears overflow my eyes with joy as I was reunited with my best friend.

"You're all right!" Ally started crying on my shoulder. "You're here! You're back! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"I thought I'd never see you again!" I said as I broke the hug.

Suddenly, my smile left, and my face had a look of worry on it. Almost identical to mine, there was a white bandage stained with blood on Ally's head. That could only mean one thing:

Edgar.

"Oh my gosh, Ally," I started apologizing. "I'm so sorry he did that to you. It's all my fault,"

"Hey!" Ally stopped me right there. "You have nothing to say sorry about," Ally pointed to her bandaged gash. "This was not your fault. This was your crazy Uncle Edgar's fault,"

"...Um...he's actually not my uncle,"

Ally looked at me confused. I don't blame her. I was almost willing to bet that Ally was giving me the same look I gave Bruce when he told me the exact same thing.

"What? Wh--What are you talking about?" she asked me, bewildered. "What do you mean he's not your uncle?"

Before I could answer, another voice stopped me.

"Sarah!"

The wind was suddenly knocked out of me as Nathan ran up and hugged me with a force greater than Ally's. But I wrapped my arms around him still and returned his innocent homecoming hug.

"Nathan," I sighed with relief.

"Batman saved you!" he shouted with excitement. "I knew he would save you! I just knew he would!"

"Sarah," Ally tried to get my attention. "What happened?"

Ally and Nathan started asking me different questions at the same time. It was hard to just pick out one question and answer it, not to mention try to calm them down so I could explain myself. When I finally got them to do so, they still looked at me, confused. I just smiled a bit.

"It's actually a really long story," was all I said.


By the time I had explained everything to Ally and Nathan, school was almost over. I had to explain what happened in short periods of time since we weren't allowed to talk in class. But, talk about perfect timing, I was done telling my story as soon as the last bell ran, dismissing is for the day.

School actually turned out OK. Haley Kingston didn't bother me...much, anyway. She did make a comment about the bandage on my head being a new fashion trend for nerds, but that was all she did for now. Some of my classmates, even the high school students, came up and asked me what Batman was like. All I told them was that I was unconscious the whole time or that I hardly remembered.

That was the first official lie I told everyone to cover up my godfather's identity as the Batman. In truth, I remembered everything that happened to me in the past couple of weeks and I always will. All the wonderful times I've endured, the tears that I had shed, the pain that I had felt, the fears I had to face, the mysteries I was a part of, the things that I have done...Everything that happened to me since my parents died will shape my future and the way I look at things.

Significantly.

That night, I sat cross-legged on my neatly made bed in a comfy pair of blue jeans and a form-fitting, short-sleeved maroon shirt, with my homework and textbooks spread out around me. I would have been done two hours ago, but Ally kept calling me, and asking me about the Batman again. Other than that, everything seemed to go pretty normal. I hadn't seen Bruce since that morning, but it was OK. Something told me not to worry about him.

As I finished up my math homework, Alfred came into my room, carrying a mug of steaming hot chocolate on top of a silver tray. I looked up and smiled as I got off the bed to meet him.

"I thought you might enjoy this, Miss Sarah," he said as I took the hot coco in my hands.

"Thanks Alfred," I said with a smile and took a sip.

"Have you finished your homework?"

"Mm-hm. I was just getting my stuff pulled together for tomorrow,"

"Very good, miss,"

I swallowed another sip of hot coco, but then I wondered about something that had just entered my mind.

"Do you know where Bruce is?" I asked.

Alfred looked at me, a small smile tugging at a corner of his lips that seemed to say "You should know". Realization hit me, and I suddenly felt like the dumbest person on the planet.

"Sorry," I winced. "I guess it's going to take some more time getting used to this, huh?"

Alfred still smiled and quietly chuckled while he made his way out of my room.

"You may want to tell Miss Allison that it's getting late the next time she calls, by the way, Miss Sarah," he commented.

Putting the hug of hot chocolate on my bedside table, I sort of rolled my eyes when I heard this.

"Alfred," I started. "I kind of doubt--"

Suddenly, I was interrupted by the phone ringing on my computer desk.

"I told you so," I heard Alfred declare whole-heartily in the hallway outside my room.

I couldn't help but smirk and silently admit defeat as I answered the phone. Plopping down on my computer chair in an exhausted way, I prepared myself for another round of questions about the Caped Crusader from Ally. Honestly, though, I think I've told her all there is to know about Batman.

...Or, rather, I've told her everything that is OK for Ally to know about Batman.

"Hey Ally," I answered the phone casually.

"Oh my gosh, Sarah!" Ally sounded WAY too excited. "You're never going to believe this! I just saw the coolest thing outside my window!"

A smile curled a corner of my lips in amusement.

"What?" I asked in a teasing voice. "Have you run out of Batman questions already?"

"Oh, no, I've still got more--"I rolled my eyes when she stated this. "--But I'll ask you tomorrow. Just look at the sky out your window!"

"Why?" I asked as I got up from my seat. "What is it?"

"Oh-ho, I'm not spoiling anything for you. But I promise you: You're gonna love it,"

Sighing, I went on the balcony that was outside my room into the cool night air and looked around. The wind was slightly chilly, but...it wasn't the reason why I got goosebumps all over me. As I turned to look at a different part of the night sky, true to Ally's word, I saw the coolest thing in the world.

"Whoa," I said, astonished. "...C-Can I call you back?"

All Ally could do was laugh.

"Sure," she giggled. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Sarah,"

"...Bye..."

I pushed the talk button on the phone to end our conversation, but still stared at the sky above me in awe and wonder. Letting the arm holding the phone fall to my side, I moved closer to the balcony railing to get a better look.

In the sky, there was a light shining in the dark clouds...

...Forming the shadow of a bat.


(A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, this story is officially done! A fitting birthday present for an 18 year old, don't you think? Ha-ha. However, there is one small thing I didn't do...I didn't put up "The Dark Knight's Companion" yet. I want to make sure I've got a good start first, and make sure I have it just right. If you want anything specific in there let me know. I'll try to put it in there as soon as I can.

Interactions with the Joker?

Anything interesting with Bruce/Batman? How do you want to see their relationship in the sequel?

Reactions to the characters deaths? Rachel's love life with Harvey Dent?

Any maturity gained? Do you want to see Sarah more confident?

I would very much appreciate it if you guys would express your opinions on the aforementioned questions. I kind of need all the help I can get. I would really like this to be better than the first story. Help is much appreciated.

Also, I thought it over, and I do not intend to reveal any made up past of the Joker. It does make him seems a little more creepy if we don't know who he really is...plus, it'll be kind of hard to make up a past for him involving Sarah's life. So, Joker's gonna stay as he is already.

Happy Holidays everyone! (And a happy birthday to me. Ha-ha )

~HarrysMagicSpell~)