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AN: I want to thank my amazing beta TheWickedWizardOfOz (~Wicked~). Okay guys, this is the last chapter! Don't feel sad I will be returning with a sequel. Look for it around early March, that's when Young Justice comes back on air. XD I want to thank everyone who reviewed, story alerted and favorited. You guys kept me going and were great inspiration!

Happy Reading! :)

With Bryn & Nathan

It's been three days since Nicky went missing. Nathan and I posted missing flyers all over lower Gotham City, hoping that someone would have seen her. Normally on the news when a person goes missing, the victim would get a five to ten second report on them. Nicky didn't even get any air time! It was as if no one cared for a struggling student who lived on the wrong side of the tracks.

"Mi corazón, I'm sure the police are doing everything in their power to find Nikita," said my Mother.

"This is Gotham, Mom. I don't think those donut eating pigs are doing anything!" shouted Nathan.

"Calm down, Nate. We don't need to upset Mama, okay? Besides, there is no one more pissed off than me about this. We went to file a missing person's report just like you're supposed to. But the news doesn't seem to think Nicky is important." I fumed.

Nathan scoffed, "Yeah, by some miracle Gotham seems to be having a crime drought ever since Black Canary threw the Joker in jail."

"Surely someone from her workplace must have seen her leave…" said Alicia.

Alicia Thorne, my mother was probably the most optimistic person you'd ever meet. Nathan and I look more like her than we do our father. She's medium height with chocolate brown hair and dark brown expressive eyes. She treated Nicky as if she was her daughter the moment Mom met her at our first school talent show. Over time my Mother had dubbed Nicky with the nickname 'Nikita'.

"Mama, when someone goes missing in Crime Alley…people don't go to the police." Nathan said.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Um…no snitching? The golden rule? You know, don't tell the cops anything if they come sniffing around." I said.

"Sis, that's not the golden rule! The golden rule is about threesomes, get it straight woman. You're slipping a bit in your old age," Nathan shook his head.

"We're the same age, idiot!" I smacked Nate upside his head.

"Nathan Armando Thorne! Don't use such vulgar language at the table. I thought you both told me that little Nikita was loved by everyone who attended that bar! Why wouldn't anyone want to come forward with information?" Alicia asked.

"Sorry, Mama! But it's the unspoken law in lower Gotham City," sighed Nate.

"There are reports just coming in from the Hall of Justice that the civilian now identified as Nicole Schwartz was air lifted to Gotham City Memorial Hospital last night. Police have given little detail on why the young woman was under surveillance by the Justice League. With more information on the subject matter, we go live to Vicki Vale," said Gene, the anchor woman.

"Thank you, Gene. It appears that Gotham City's wealthiest bachelor has something to rejoice about. The sad tragedy that was Bruce Wayne's childhood, having his parents taken away from him at such a young age. Since taking up his family business, Wayne took in two adopted sons, Jason Todd and Richard Grayson. It seemed like that was his only family until recent information has come to light," smirked Vicki Vale.

"I'm sorry, Vicki, but what do you mean?" asked Gene.

"Bruce Wayne has a living relative, a niece, named Nicole Schwartz. She was born Jolene Nicole Morrison. Her father was Jack Morrison, the chemical engineer who went missing thirteen years ago."

"Well, it's seems that Gotham City now has a Billion Dollar Princess!" exclaimed Gene.

"Yes, we do. I'm outside Gotham Memorial waiting for a press conference that will be held by Superman. He's supposed to give insight as what happened to Nicole and her injuries," smiled Vicki.

Nathan, my Mother and I turned from the TV screen to look at each other. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Nicky is Bruce Wayne's niece? How the hell did that go unnoticed?

I bolted up the stairs to my bathroom to pack a bag full with my curling iron, hair flat iron, gels, mouses, make up, nail files, nail polish, a set of pajamas and a purple lace night gown. Nicky must have gone without proper TLC for three days, at least; she was going to need a makeover.

I ran for the front door heaving the bag over my shoulder, grabbing my keys, "Nate! I'm going to the hospital; you can stay here if you want."

"No way! I'm going with you!" Nate yelled.

"Ay dios mio! Will you two go already? Make sure that my Nikita is okay, they better be giving her the best possible care!" Alicia shouted.

At Gotham City Memorial Hospital

"Ethan!" Nathan shouted.

Ethan was at the front desk screaming at a clerk to let him see Nicky. Surely he was probably just as shocked to hear the news about Nicky. The poor girl at the front desk was trying to calm Ethan down but he was irate.

"Excuse me, Miss? I'm sure if you look up Nicole's emergency contacts, you'll see our names on the list. We're Nicole's family and she's been missing for days now. We just want to see her." Bryn pleaded.

"Bryn Thorne?" she asked.

"That would be me…"

"You can go straight to waiting room 2-B and wait with the others," the clerk pointed.

"Wait…others?" Nate asked.

"Yes, the patient's family and friends arrived about an hour ago," she nodded.

"What the hell? He doesn't even know Nicky and he's already laying claim to her," Ethan fumed.

"I'm sorry but this whole situation smells! How did this all happen? We better get some answers!" Bryn said.

The trio walked down a long white corridor, the hospital smelled liked bleach causing the trio to gag at the empowering smell. After making three right turns they were standing outside the waiting room. Bryn's right hand hovered above the door knob.

"Okay, let's do this. Remember to be polite…"

"Forget being polite, Bryn. Wayne thinks he can just walk into Nicky's life without resistance," said Ethan, disgusted.

She turned the knob and was met with the most heavenly sight in her young life. The waiting room was filled with wall to wall eye candy. Nathan's reaction was much the same. The twins looked at each other doing a double take.

Seated inside the waiting room was Bruce Wayne, King of Gotham City, Billionaire playboy, bachelor. Oliver Queen, King of Star City and owner & C.E.O to Queen Industries. His ward Roy Harper, Heir to Queen Industries. Michael Jon Carter, Founder and C.E.O of Booster Gold International, Clark Kent of the Daily Planet newspaper and an unidentified, tall, blonde, green-eyed, hot piece of man meat sitting next to Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne got up from his seat and walked over to Bryn, extending his hand to greet her.

"Hello, you must be Bryn Thorne." He said.

She blushed, "Yeah…I mean, yes I am. That's me!"

"You have to excuse my twin sister, Mr. Wayne. She's never been around someone so good looking before. She's a little star struck. Have you heard anything from the doctor yet?" Nathan asked.

"I think I can help with that," said a rough baritone voice.

The occupants of the waiting room turned their attention towards the source. The gentleman put you in mind of a strutting cat. He has beady gray eyes that are like two windows looking out on an overcast sky. His silky, straight, long hair, which was the color of coffee with cream, was worn in a ponytail. He sported a beard and moustache, and was overly muscled in build. His skin was tan; he was dressed in black slacks, a neatly pressed white dress shirt and white doctor's coat.

"Good Morning! I'm Dr. Leland Pierce," he said.

"What can you tell us, Doctor?" Ethan asked.

"Well from the Justice League's file on Miss. Schwartz, she was injected with the chemical, Paresium, and had to undergo various operations. She was stabilized and is making a full recovery. I still want to keep her here for a few days to monitor her. It seems that we owe Batman for saving her life." Dr. Pierce said.

"Of course, as long as she recovers. I'll be eternally grateful," Bruce replied.

The Doctor's pager went off, signaling another surgery, he apologized and vacated the waiting room. Clark Kent had to do the same, something to do with the press conference outside.

Bryn was lightly biting at her lip, he couldn't figure out who the hot, blonde sitting next to Bruce was. He didn't look like any of Gotham's elite and he wasn't someone who Bruce Wayne usually hung out with. She twirled a strand of her hair around her pointer finger.

"I'm sorry; I didn't quite catch your name…" Bryn prodded.

The blonde looked up and lit up the room with a mega watt smile, "I'm Bartholomew Allen! But you can call me Barry."

"Okay Barry, I'm curious…what is it that you do?" Bryn smiled back.

"I'm a forensic scientist, what can I say? I love my job!" Barry beamed.

"Way to be subtle, Bryn. I could probably hear that pickup line from a mile away," whispered Nathan.

"As if you weren't thinking of hitting on them either," Bryn whispered angrily.

Hours passed. Bryn, Nathan and Ethan were made aware that Nicky's adoptive, little cousin Dick Grayson was sitting at her bedside. The room had settled into a comfortable silence until a tall, blue eyed male burst into the waiting room. He had a grey streak through his dark ebony hair. Bryn immediately got up and was ready to kick his ass.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here, Todd?" Bryn yelled.

Jason laughed, "What else? I'm here to visit my girlfriend."

The room tensed up and the looks on the male occupants' faces were that of horror. If looks could kill, Bryn would have vaporized Jason Todd already.

"Girlfriend! She hasn't been your girlfriend in almost two years, asshole! You have no right to even be in this waiting room. If there wasn't a room full of witnesses, there would be no reason to stop me from ripping your balls off!" she fumed.

"Melodramatic as ever! I see things haven't changed," he smirked.

"Go to hell!" Bryn yelled.

"I'll see you there, sweetie," Jason laughed.

"Okay! How about everyone calm down and try not to kill each other?" Nate reasoned.

Bryn sat down glaring at Jason.

With Dick & Nicky

Dick didn't know what else he could do but sit at Nicky's bedside and talk. He gave Nicky a very watered down version of how the Team came to her rescue. Hoping that maybe he could arouse her from her slumber as if she were Sleeping Beauty. Although, it wouldn't be hard to mistake her for the character, according to Bruce, she hadn't woken up since she was first injected with the chemical.

"And the brave squires and ladies in waiting decided in order to save the princess' life they would have to find the healer outside the kingdom. The healer was thought to be dead but he was really in hiding…" told Dick.

In The Waiting Room

Tensions were silently rising in the room as each individual had a reason to glare at Jason. It seemed that Jason had a way of rubbing people the wrong way. His cocky attitude didn't help him any as he talked back to his adoptive father and his friends. All the more making Bryn and Ethan grow angrier by the minute.

It was a blessing in disguise as Commissioner Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department showed up. His horn rimmed glasses reflected in the light as he looked at the occupants in the room. Causing the younger people and Ethan in the room to become uncomfortable.

"Well, I have some questions," Gordon started.

"I ain't talking unless our cousin Enrique, the lawyer, is present!" Nathan declared.

"I plead the Fifth!" Bryn said.

"Ethan Mercer, why am I not surprised that you might have something to do with this?" Gordon asked.

"Now you know I'm not gonna say anything unless I'm lawyered up," Ethan grinned smugly.

Got a secret, Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save.

"Commissioner Gordon, what is the meaning of this?" asked Bruce.

"It would seem that someone intentionally busted the Joker out of Arkham Asylum, three nights ago," said Gordon.

"Doesn't he always find a way out, Gordon?" Jason asked, rudely.

"This times a little different. We have evidence that proves he had help getting out and a there is a body."

Better lock it in your pocket, Taking this one to the grave.

"Whose body?" Bryn asked.

"Isn't the Joker always leaving a string of bodies behind him?" Jason asked, while looking at Bruce.

"I'm glad you asked Miss. Thorne." Gordon ignored Jason's snide comment, "The body of Ricky Esposito was found washed up in the Reservoir, and the Joker didn't kill him. We have solid evidence that Mr. Esposito was murdered. And the funny thing is…we have several finger prints and matches of DNA."

Nathan, Bryn, Jason and Ethan paled at the suggestion that they could be pinned for a murder. They each looked at the other with accusing eyes, because after all…the unspoken rule of lower Gotham still reigned. Keep your mouth shut.

If I show you then I know you, won't tell what I said.

Bryn's eyes lingered on Ethan, of all people she would have thought that Ethan would have pushed the rule aside and asked anyone to come forward about Nicky. But now she just felt like he had the most to hide. Jason also warranted suspicion, Bryn never trusted him. Given this opportunity there was no telling what he could be capable of too.

Commissioner Gordon was eyeing up the Thorne twins. They were also suspects. Their DNA was found near what GCPD thought to be where the murder took place and on the actual body. No, Gordon didn't trust Bryn, Nathan or Jason, and much less Ethan. He watched as they all looked at each other through side glances, knowingly hiding something.

Yes, two can keep a secret, if one of us is DEAD.

With Nicky

I was sleeping I think, I had to be. Madam Aleera was standing a few feet from me with a knowing smile.

"Ah! I see you have survived, with the truth I presume. Have you found what you were looking for?" Madam Aleera asked, knowingly.

"I think so…was I dying?" I asked her.

"Hmm, you almost did, but you are strong willed. Now you know the truth, you must seek deeper information. I know that you are not satisfied with what knowledge you have," Aleera said mysteriously.

"My father was Red Hood, but why?"

"I cannot tell you that. You will have to find that answer in the waking world, dear."

"But I want the answer now! I waited so many years to know!" I screamed.

"As it would seem the amount of secrets that you are standing on, you haven't even reached the top of it yet. There is so much you still don't know about yourself," said the psychic, even more mysterious than her previous statement.

"The healer and the squire rushed to the princess' side to save her before her last breath was drawn…the Healer was able to save her just in time."

"Who is that? Who's voice?" I asked.

"Why don't you find out?" said Aleera.

"The King was so happy that his princess was saved…"

With Dick

As I was finishing the story of how the Team and I saved Nicole I felt pressure on my right hand. My eyes trailed from my hand to Nicole's left hand, up her arm and straight to her face. I was met with a pair of warm brown eyes, gazing curiously at me. Studying me.

"Finish the story, I love a good story," she smiled.

I smiled at her while pushing the medical staff alert button. Looking at my cousin or soon to be older sister, I wouldn't want to feed her some generic fairytale answer. I couldn't give Nicole an ending to her story because it had only just begun writing itself. There would be several more chapters and books to be written on her. I could feel it, she'd make an excellent addition to the Bat family.