Ta Da! So I knew this story was coming the moment I saw John Blake's character in a movie pilot article before the movie came out. I litterally began to think of this character alongside of him after the second time I saw him on screen! I have always been a HUGE batman fan, despite my lack of making a story about him. Bruce Wayne (for me) has never been a character I would romantically be involved with or you could say none of the Bruce Wanye's have ever caught my attention.

However, I have always related to the young boy/teen that follows batman around and I know that Blake wasn't dressing up in costume but if you saw the movie you know that he does everything just like ROBIN would do!

Not to worry for those of you that follow my other stories, I will keep updating those as well! So onto the story!

Oh and if you haven't seen this movie, then you are in for some spoliers. Just saying. Don't blow up on me when I mention something and you haven't seen the movie yet. *Shrugs*

I didn't choose for this to happen to me.

Any of it.

If I was given the choice I would have changed my fate from the day I was born. The day I was given up.

Despite everything I did to try to change my fate, somehow it never got better. Day after day, visit after visit. Surrogate parents looked beyond the underweight, very unhealthy and consistently crying baby girl. As I grew, my luck never changed. No one wanted to take home a pimply, awkwardly skinny, hot-headed adoptive daughter.

Parents stopped coming to the orphanage the day he showed up in Gotham. Who the heck wanted to adopt a kid when this crazy maniac was on the loose? I decided I was leaving as well. Well…I had a little bit of help in my persuasion.

The day I decided to leave I remember walking into the room slowly not sure what to think when no one welcomed me through the entrance door. The living room just on the left had the boxed TV turned on loud forcing my feet to walk to the direction. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as I watched everyone circled around it. And I mean everyone. The owner, the cooks, the seasonal interns, my fellow friends and I all watched in horror at the television. Despite the depressed tension clouding the small room, I secretly devised a plan now knowing how I could change my fate.

Yesterday, Harvey Dent admitted to being the Batman. Yesterday, the Joker was captured. Yesterday, the police were going to fix the damage caused. And yesterday, everything was assured that it was fine.

Now, it was a whole different story. Gotham was under his control once again.

I turned behind my back running up the stairs frantically as if the Joker were down at the bottom. I had never seen him in person, only on the news. The white makeup and darkened black eyes, along with that bright red smile that seemed too long to be human. He terrified me. The thought of him at the bottom of the steps actually caused me to trip cutting my hand on the broken rail, but I just continued only running faster up until I reached the cracked faded pink door. I packed anything that would fit in my black winter coat with the deep and multiple pockets.

I was leaving.

No matter what the owner of the orphanage said. No one cared about me. To the rest of Gotham, I was a nobody, an orphan with no future.

Then I climbed. I don't remember how long, but I was terrified that he was still behind me, closing in on my tail from the bottom of the steps. Using all of my strength in my scrawny arms, I pulled myself up the brick wall until I reached the roof not even caring about burn of the torn flesh on my hand or the tickle of blood trickling down my wrist.

I looked out into the bay area for a moment taking in the sight breeze. The calm before the storm, I supposed.

Freedom.

I was finally free and with 50 smuggled dollars of cash tucked in my pocket, I could by a ferry boat ticket and get the hell out of the city. It was my only option. No one would question me. They would be too busy with the threat of the city at the moment to care why my parents weren't with me. The plan was perfect.

The only spot open on the overcrowded ferry boat was next to a young man sitting down against the side of the boat. Just my luck, I thought rolling my eyes and then quickly taking the spot before anyone else had a chance. I could see out of the corner of my eyes the boy looking over at me once, and then twice, and then a third time looking above my head towards the outskirts of the people on board.

"Are you alone?"

I looked to the voice. It was warm almost as warm as the engine rumbling against my back. I only nodded brushing a blonde strand of hair from out of my face and facing my head forward not even daring to look at him again.

"It's okay. Me too."

I turned my head, sharply at first and continued to cross my eyebrows as I looked into his face. He had to have been about my age, with brown eyes, black hair and square jaw. I also noticed his ears, they seemed to stick out ever so slightly and I couldn't contain my small smile as I nodded again. "Cool." Then I remember thinking that wasn't exactly the right word to say at that moment.

"What's your name?" He asked me making me nervous. His conversation wasn't exactly something I was used too, even if he did just only ask for my name. My lips opened to respond, but the sound wouldn't come out. "Heh, did you forget?" I only shook my head 'no' still not even uttering a word. "Well, can you not talk?"

My lips closed as my brows crossed even further towards the start of my eyes. "I can talk just fine, thanks." My head turned back to the front now focusing my attention to a rusty white beam in the middle of the boat.

"Sorry." He huffed resting his head on the metal wall behind us. "Well, so what are you doing here without your family, or will you not tell me that either?"

"I don't have a family." With a glance of my eyes, I looked to his figure and then looked back at the beam. "What about you?"

He quickly sat up turning his head to face my own, "I'm the same…" He chuckled in disbelief almost and for a moment I found myself staring back into his eyes with a look as if he had just lied to me. "How-" He sighed, the look on his face read confusion. "How did you get on the boat?"

I smirked not allowing to let my teeth to show, "No one's worried about why a girl is running out of town without her parents beside her. I just hoped across the line and followed the crowd."

The boy nodded with a smile. His eyes almost seemed to smile as well. "Me too. I did the same…"

We continued to stare at each other for a moment until I couldn't contain the pressure. Closing my eyes I smiled, this time revealing my somewhat straightened but two overgrown front two teeth. "This is weird," I opened my eyes only to see that we were in darkness.

The lights flickered on and off for a couple of seconds and then continued to stay on. The rumble of the engine stopped, the warmth of my back now beginning chill making me pull on the collar of jacket closer onto my neck. "We've stopped?" I looked to the boy who only nodded back.

And then we heard it. That voice I had only heard on the TV. Now, as I sat on this boat his voice was running through the speakers. "Tonight you're all gonna be part of a social experiment." My eyes bulged only for a second and then I closed them attempting to steady my breathing.

"Through the magic of diesel fuel and ammonium nitrate, I'm ready right now to blow you all sky high. Anyone attempts to get off their boat, you all die. Each of you has a remote... to blow up the other boat. At midnight, I blow you all up. If, however, one of you presses the button, I'll let that boat live."

My luck just couldn't get any better. The one time I attempted to take control of my fate and now I was going to be blown to bits.

"So, who's it going to be: Harvey Dent's most wanted scumbag collection, or the sweet and innocent civilians? You choose... oh, and you might want to decide quickly, because the people on the other boat might not be quite. So. Noble." The microphone squeaked for a moment and then clicked indicating the end of the conversations.

I can't remember much of the fifteen minutes we had to decide before both ships were going to be blown up, but what I do remember was all of the yelling and the arguing of the passengers that wanted nothing more in their greedy little lives then to continue living.

Someone offered to take a count of the vote. And then someone proceeded to hand me a pen and a small piece of torn paper. I handed it to the boy next to me and he only smiled, as a reassurance, I assumed.

While the count was totaled quickly I felt a nudge at my side. It was him. The nameless and proving to be annoying boy with the big ears. "Don't worry, Batman will save us." His smile was proud, no doubt he was a boy who only wished and dreamed of being alongside of the masked rodent man.

"Batman?" I scoffed with a glare.

"What? You don't believe in him?" The boy asked his face quickly changed to sneer at my own. "He's out there. Protecting us. He'll save us, don't worry."

"I'm not." My voice was a slight whisper, "I've never been afraid to die."

"And why's that?"

With the roll of my eyes, I debated whether or not to reveal the truth about my hatred for my life. I inhaled deeply allowing the passengers to bicker over the tally of the count we had just all voted for. "I would say you wouldn't understand," I began, "But considering you're the same, I bet you know just as much as I do. It's a lot harder to move on and stop being an angry kid than they say, huh?"

He nodded and we looked to the man with the score of the tally, "160 against, 306 for…" he responded worried.

"So, what did you vote for?" The boy looked to me.

I turned to him and smiled. "You first."

"I voted: No."

I nodded, "No. After all…" we both smiled at one another, "Batman will save us."

A man in the crowd offered to blow up the other boat and we all watched in silence as he took the detonator in his hands ready to twist the key on the side of the remote. There was doubt in his face. The sweat glistening on his forehead and cheeks could reveal his nerves for that matter. But no matter what type of tough guy talk he boasted, I could tell he just didn't have the heart to do it. And I'm glad he didn't…I don't think you can live something like that down in the future. He placed the remote back into the box and took his seat on the bench in the middle without another word.

We had one minute left. 60 seconds. Have you ever had to sit in a corner with a stranger on your side and wonder how the other side would feel? To me it was painful in the fact that I still hadn't even known who this kid was.

"You wanna know something?" The boy smiled resting his head on the back wall. I only nodded back, "He's like us. You and me."

My brows crossed once again as I shook my head, "Who?"

"Him. The dark knight."

My frown turned into a smile as I too, rested my head on the metal wall of the boat. "Oh really? Is he one of your friends? Are you going to be his sidekick?"

The boy shook his head, "You don't believe me."

"Nope." I smiled revealing my awkward teeth I so often became self-conscious of. "Fifteen seconds…" I looked to the clock wrapping my arms around my legs. Just my luck. Just my luck…

"I met him. One day at the orphanage. Of course, he didn't come in costume."

I didn't say another word. I close my eye as the last few seconds of my life ticked away in my head. 5…4…3…2…1…0…0?

Nothing. As I opened my eyes, I couldn't resist the urge to see what type of face the boy next to me had. It was a smile. An honest and proud one at that too. "Told ya."

The rest of the trip across the river is nothing but a blur. The boy and I didn't speak until the ferry docked and even then as we walked across the bridge together with no one else by our sides. There was a mutual silent agreement to not utter a word to one another as I followed him, or he followed me. I'm not really quite sure who was in the lead of our walk, but eventually we sat on a bridge together. Side by side watching the red and blue lights flashing in the distance.

"My name is John by the way. You never asked."

I nodded continuing to watch the lights flashing in my sight.

"What's yours?"

"Maggie." I remember placing my hands in my pockets and then standing up to walk down the road. I had 50 dollars in my pocket, so I figured I could make it by for a little while until I could find a job. Then again, I was always good a pick-pocketing, I could use those skills to get me on a bus and out of the state.

...

"I never saw him again."

...

I sighed looking into my customers face. The older man looked concerned as I finished my story. He started the conversation in the first place so I couldn't imagine why he was looking so frantic as I handed him his designer clothes in the paper bag he'd just bought. "I hope you have fared better than me." I smiled.

The man nodded coughing slightly. "I just wish I never would have stood up. I should have known better."

"Believe in the Bat." I leaned my elbows on the counter of the register. This man was the last customer, so I wouldn't get in trouble for being casual since I was the one to close the shop. "Yea well, I would have, if he hadn't-"

"I know… I know." I nodded crossing my fingers together. "I just can't believe it'll be 5 years since that day…"

"Hard to believe." The man smiled.

The man in front of me had been the same man five years ago that had sworn to blow up the other ship. I had learned his name was Daniel. He was an accountant with a wife and three kids. One married, one in college and another just graduated from college.

I didn't start the conversation, instead he had mentioned by the sign on the register promoting 'Harvey Dent Day' that he was on the ferry boat the night Dent had been murdered. I only added my side of the story so that he knew he wasn't the only one. He needed to talk about the experience and so she allowed him to apologize and beg for forgiveness of his actions. I only agreed. After all, he had just bought a $1,479.95 custom tailored suit.

"You have a good night sir," I nodded as he walked from the counter towards the door. "And as always come back again soon."

My heels clacked against the tile of the hallway as I dug through my purse looking for the key-ring containing the golden brass key that fit only into the lock of my apartment. #2312, 2 bedroom and 2.5 bathroom, complete with a kitchen and a small living room. "There you are…" I muttered to myself pulling the ring out and placing it into the hole.

An echo in the distance caused me to turn my focus to the shadow about to turn the corner down the hallway. "Damn." I muttered jiggling the stuck key and then quickly threw myself into the room.

"Hey baby! Don't ya-!"

The door was shut and most importantly locked. Ever since that neighbor moved in down the hall a couple of months ago and learned that I was single, he would try every other week to get me on a date. "Creep." I whipped my hair from off of my shoulders placing the keys on the hook and my bag on the old leather couch in the center of the living room space.

Again. Once again my pig of a roommate had the place in a wreck once again. His dirty gym shirts on the couch and floor, left over plates and cups on the wooden coffee table where the remote was missing from its home. "Probably in the couch." I sighed walking towards the kitchen, my heels clacking once again as I walked across the tile.

Pizza.

At least my leftover pizza wasn't touched. I had made it very clear to my roommate that out of everything in the apartment, I loved my G.C. Gotham Special pizza and if he dared to touch it, I would chop off his dick in the middle of the night and turn on the disposable.

"Yo!" I called out as my pizza heated in the microwave. I threw off my heels now adding to the mess of our apartment. "You home!"

No answer other than the heavenly sound of a ding from my food. I sat at the damaged wooden kitchen table enjoying the silence as I ate my little slice of heaven. There was a slight noise from my roommate's room, indicating he had left on the TV once again costing us more power or he was here and being an asshole like he was the other night.

With a sigh, I picked up the plate placing it into the dishwasher and walked down the hall to his room. My ear was placed on the wooden door attempting to hear anything to indicate he was in there. Nothing. I turned the knob half expecting him to be sleeping or even masturbating but once again nothing.

"Freaking-" I rolled my eyes walking pass the garbage and clothes in his room to turn off his prized flat screen. "Idiot." I turned to walk right back out trying my best to not tidy up his room until I saw a piece of paper on his desk.

I don't know why it caught my eye, but it did.

I read the page silently to myself attempting to calm my nerves.

"Yea. Okay…I'll let her know." The door slammed in the front room. "Damn creep…Yo, Mags? Ya home?"

I couldn't say anything. My eyes still roamed the piece of paper not believing the words written on it.

"Hey?" His footsteps were nearing down the hallway to my position and yet I still hadn't moved. Even when he opened the door fully from its cracked position, my hands still were clutched on the piece of paper. "What are you doing?" His voice was curt leaning his shoulder on the door frame of his room.

"What the hell is this?" I held the piece of paper in one hand raising it in front of me. The smug look in his eyes had faded being replaced by fear now. "I said, what the hell is this? Fired? What did you do this time, huh!" I charged forwards throwing the piece of paper into his chest and forcefully hitting his broad shoulder against my own.

"Wha-?"

I assumed he had looked at the crumbled piece of paper in his chest and then I heard the sound of his angry footsteps catching up to my own as I attempted to head back into the kitchen. "When were you planning on telling me that you've been out of work for a week now?" I turned readying my balled fist to collide with his face. He was smarter than that. After living with me for almost five years, I would be surprised if I had hit him. "So what did ya do, huh? What did you do this time?" I struggled to pull both my hands away from his grasp.

"Listen! I didn't-"

"This is the fourth job you've lost! How is it I've managed to keep my job for two years now but you can't keep one for more than a year!" My anger filled the room and our struggle came to a cease, still however locked into each other's personal space. "Just what the hell is wrong with you?"

He lowered his head releasing his grip around both of my arms. "I knew you'd just be upset like last time. And I was right."

I shook my head pushing pass him towards my bedroom until a force pulled me back against the kitchen counter just as before. "You're a moron." I spat rolling my eyes at him. "So where have you been-"

"I got a construction gig. It's part time. But it's just enough…" His brown eyes looked back up from his gaze to my bare feet. "Can you just pick up a few more shifts until I can find another-"

"You know I will." I nodded turning around to reach into the refrigerator. Right now, all that would cure my anger was a double shot of whiskey in a coke. "You never answered me." I closed the door with a red coke can in my hand. "Where have you been going then?" I reached for the whiskey on the top of the fridge.

"The orphanage."

I nodded pouring my drink and making sure not to offer him anything. "Are they paying you then?" I took a gulp of the drink cringing as it burned my esophagus on the way down to my stomach.

"No...They had to get rid of the paid interns and hire volunteer ones now."

"Tsk." I rolled my eyes walking pass him again towards the couch. His sweaty gym clothes still on the furniture. "Not surprising."

"Hey just cause your home wasn't-"

I cut him off by throwing his shirts in his face. "Get your shit out of the living room, Blake! It fucking stinks."