Ok this is the opening of my story as you can read. Basically this and the ending is the only thing in first person. And its pre-new The New Batman Adventures so it stars Dick Grayson not Tim Drake.

Prologue
The confessional

My name is unimportant. And this isn't a confessional. It's an introduction so I suppose you'd better know it. My name is Holly Deman. I was born in England and…yeah I know. The big industry? That's mine and mine alone. But then again you probably know me from fashion magazines and stuff. I'm more famous for high society than going to Oxford believe me….

My father ran Deman industries… I understand it's bigger in your united states than here…. but his accountant when I was around six did some shady dealings in gotham – so we flew over. Me, my dad and big sister Sylvia...

My main interest in Gotham was none other than Batman… God how I wanted to see him. I sometimes think I did… watching over us… I remember at one point pointing upwards at the sky to Harvey Dent (before he was two-face) and yelling "there he is" and he laughed with Bruce and carted me off to bed. I used to get quit ea lot of candy out of those do. It was there I earned my nickname from none other than Bruce Wayne. He called me a "Silver bird," for flitting around the parties in a silver dress… and for waiting on ledges for the Batman to rescue me…

If only I had known about our troubles... maybe the bat would've come sooner.

Dad knew he was in trouble see so he went to Bruce Wayne, an old college buddy and my godfather, for help. Bruce very kindly offered it… of course what none of us knew was the accountant was dead already by the hand of Mr Rupert Thorne… a big crime boss.

Anyway life goes on as normal... but I spent a lot of time at Wayne Manor with Uncle Bruce... mum thought it would be safer. Sylvia was big enough to look after herself.

Anyway this night, I was at our town house because of some stupid show we'd been to see...

I was being tucked in while my big sister was watching a movie… I remember being annoyed because I wanted to watch because Bruce would be on… then there was knocking at the door… then hammering and my father yelling for Sylvia to run… then a big bang… there were lots of bangs… and my sisters scream being cut short. Mum ran to shut the door as arms grabbed me and pulled me from my bed. And I was flying. Really flying as if away from my nest… the nest the cats had eaten.

I looked up and there he was Batman. The Dark Knight. My knight in dark armour…. And not the way I wanted to see him. I cried on his chest for ages as he carried me away to the police station.

Bruce afterwards took me home. Offered me a new home. But I was from England so went to the ancestral home, although Bruce made sure I was cared for and served as a father in a boarding school might've . I swore vengeance even then…. And I began training… I was the London gold olympic gymnastics champion by nineteen… and had already graduated from forensic science. All the time Bruce stood beside me, made sure I had good business sense from a distance...

Crime soon met me.

In London I built up quite a name for myself: I tried not to attack small crime but big crime to. People who worked underhand deals… like the accountant had. They all learned my name. Taken from my nickname. Silverbird…

And I built up quite a reputation with my friend who chose to join me in England. She is none other than my American PA, Kelsey Lawrence…. Or as criminals know her The Judgement. My other friend Staci is our backing or The Great White as I call her. A true hunter but prefers to be the press manager for us….

But at this moment I'm back in Gotham. Denham is merging to Wayne Enterprises and I'm here to help it… as well as finally make tracks to get even with Rupert Thorne… but first I've got to meet up with my darling godfather Mr Bruce Wayne…

"BRUCE!"