Before you get into this story, I'd like to let you know that by me starting this fic does not, in any way, that I am done with Just Enough Time or that I will not be working on one of the four stories I've asked you to vote for. Waiting For Batman was an idea I had and that I haven't been able to stop. Yes, JET is on a short hiatus until the end of the season. I have plans for the ending of that story, but I need to see what happens in the show to know how I'm going to work my desired ending into the show's plot. Like JET, Waiting for Batman is un-Beta-ed, so there will likely be mistakes in spelling and grammar. Thank you for your patience with JET, if you are reading this story, and I hope you enjoy Waiting for Batman as well.

This story starts in the summer between seasons 2 and 3, taking place in that June (of 2011) and continuing on into season 3, though it will be a while until this story has gotten into the actual show's plot. This story has also already made it's debut on Wattpad, you can find the link to it on my profile. Just Enough Time will be moving over to Wattpad after I have finished it here.

Title inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry. Feel free to listen to it while reading this story. It's all I listened to while writing most of this.

WARNING: This first chapter is covering an incident of rape, mostly post-event, but does talk about what happened leading up to it. This may be a trigger for some, so please, read at your own risk.

When I was able to open my eyes, I discovered myself on the edge of the woods, along one of the less popular paths for runners. The man must have dumped me here, for I was certain we had been in a house before I had passed out. I was dressed in barely anything, causing myself to shiver despite the early summer warm. With shaking limbs, I was able to use a tree to pull myself up onto my bare feet, wincing at the pain in my hips and abdomen. I could see bruises on my wrists, and knew there were likely ones on my neck as well.

I wanted to cry, to just collapse back onto the leaves and never get back up. Instead, I took an unsteady step towards town, wrapping my arms around myself. I was still dressed in my pajamas from the night before, a tank top that barely covered my midriff and a pair of basketball shorts that belonged to my older brother, but were now too small for him. My bare feet caused leaves to softly crunch under my weight as I walked slowly, and the slight sting of pain from stepping on a twig or acorn was nothing compared to the pain I felt through the rest of my body.

Finally, I broke through the trees, coming to the side of the road. I was just on the edge of town, not far from the old Hale House. Turning to my right, I started walking along the edge of the road and to town. It was a long walk to the police station, but I knew right now that was the best option for me.

The sun had just started to touch the tree tops when a police cruiser pulled up beside me, slowing down before we both stopped. I turned to the car as two officers stepped out, one man, one woman.

"Miss, are you alright?" The woman asked, stepping towards me. I shook my head slowly, starting to feel the tears in my eyes now. "Can you tell us what happened?" She asked softly, placing a hand on my arm.

I let out a shaky breath as I looked up at her. "I was raped."

After they two officers had called in what had happened to me, they were instructed to bring me to the hospital for some tests before they brought me to the station. On the way there, I sat in the back of the police cruiser with the female officer.

"Now, is there anyone we can call for you?" She asked, using a damp napkin from the glove box to wipe some of the dirt and tear stains from my cheeks gently.

"W-Well my mother is out of town for work, and my dad should be at the hospital right now." I told her, pulling her jacket closer around me. "He's a surgeon there, Doctor Carlson."

"Oh yes, I know him. He did a lung transplant on my younger sister, saved her life. He's a very good surgeon, you must be proud." She said, smiling at me.

"I-I am." I returned the smile hesitantly. "W-What's your name again?" I asked.

"Amy." She told me. "Officer Amelia Thompson. And that up there is my partner, Deputy Rory James."

I looked up to the front, returning the smile Deputy James gave me with a much smaller one. After we arrived at the hospital, I was rushed into an exam room with a female doctor who went over the basic tests that seemed to follow a rape incident, talking me through it so I wouldn't get too overwhelmed. I hadn't really known much about what happens to rape victims, though I did know that most rapes never got reported. The doctor told me I had done well during the tests, seeming to be a lot more calm than she had expected. I merely shrugged my shoulders and asked if my dad was busy.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the main waiting room of the hospital with Officer Thompson and Deputy James. My father had been in surgery, but they said he was nearly finished and would be able to see me before I was taken to the police station for questioning. I think I was more nervous facing my father as opposed to talking to the sheriff later.

"Jewels!"

I looked up at the sound of my father's nickname for me and saw him walking across the room, his white doctor's coat flapping behind him as he moved quickly towards me. I stood, wincing slightly as my hips protested slightly, though the pain was much less thanks to a couple pills the doctor had given me for the ache. The moment my father reached me, I was pulled against his chest in a tight embrace.

"Jewels, I am so sorry sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded into his chest before I pulled back slightly to look at him.

I looked nothing like my father, as many said. I had inherited so much of my looks from my mother, that the only thing I'd gotten from my father was the single dimple that appeared on my cheek when I smiled and the tone of my skin. Even my height I had inherited from my mother, and even though at 16 I was a couple inches taller than her, my father still towered about a foot over me.

"Doctor Carlson, I'm Officer Thompson." The police officer introduced herself as she stood up next to us. "My partner and I were the ones that found your daughter, but we'd like to take her to the station so she can tell us what happened."

"Of course. And thank you, for bringing her here." He said, smiling at the woman before he turned his attention back to me. "Jewels, do you want me to go with you?"

I shook my head. "No, stay, the hospital needs you more than I do right now." I said softly.

"They can call in Rodriquez or Jones, it's no big deal kiddo." He told me, a small frown on his face.

"Dad, stay, I promise to call when I'm all done at the station."

I knew he wanted to argue with me, knew that he wanted to go and not leave me alone. His next words surprised me, though maybe they shouldn't have.

"It's okay to show weakness after what happened kid, you don't have to be strong for anyone right now." He said.

I shook my head at him. "Yeah I do." I whispered, feeling tears in my eyes again. "I have to be strong for me."

He hugged me again after that before he was called back into surgery. He looked to Officer Thompson. "I have one more surgery scheduled for this evening, I'll be at the station in a couple hours when I'm done." He told her.

She nodded. "Understood sir. That should be enough time for us to talk to Julianna."

He nodded and kissed my forehead before he was gone.

Apparently the sheriff had gotten delayed by an accident on his way to the station, so I was sitting in the small room where they questioned people for about half an hour. Officer Thompson stopped in every now and then, bringing me water and even crackers. I drank from the bottle of water, but my stomach didn't feel like having more than that, so the crackers sat on the table.

I looked up at the sound of the door handle turning, blinking when I saw neither the face of Officer Thompson, Deputy James, or Sheriff Stilinski. No, the face that appeared in the crack of the door was my age, and I recognized it instantly, my breath catching in my throat.

Stiles Stilinski had been in half of my classes since seventh grade. He was the unofficial class clown, and one of the characters of my stories was based on him and his eccentric behavior. Watching him now as he looked at me as I sat frozen in my seat, my heart started to beat like crazy in surprise. Why was he here?

His eyes widened when he looked at me, and he quickly looked behind him, glancing both ways down the hallway before fully slipping into the room. He stopped when he closed the door, looking at me.

"I-Is it okay if I'm in here?" He asked, causing me to blink at him. "I can leave if you want me to."

I thought about it for a few, silent moments before shaking my head. "N-No, it's okay. Come in?"

He nodded rapidly, moving to sit in one of the chairs opposite of me. We sat there in silence for a few moments, me pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around them so I was curled up in the chair. Stiles bit his lip, watching me. "You go to Beacon Hills High School, right?" He asked.

I nodded slowly. "We had Chemistry together." I said. "Actually, you've been in half my classes for the past three years."

He blinked and I saw the moment he recognized me. "You're that girl that's always writing in a journal of some sorts."

I blushed softly and nodded. "Yeah, that's my, ugh, work in progress." I winced slightly at my explanation, opening my mouth to add more only to be stopped by his next words.

"You're writing a book?" He asked.

I nodded again. "Yeah, it's…kind of a love story."

"Cool." His response was simple as he smiled a bit, leaning back in his chair.

We sat in silence for a little bit longer. It wasn't weird either, in fact, his presence made me feel less alone.

Stiles must have been watching me closely as I stared at the table top, for I shivered slightly in the air conditioned breeze. I had given Officer Thompson back her jacket, leaving me only in my tank top and shorts again.

"Are you cold?" He asked, causing me to look up.

I shrugged, blushing softly. "A little."

I was shocked when he stood up, shrugging off his outer plaid shirt and hesitantly walking around the table to offer it to me. I stared at it for a moment as he held it out to me before looking up at him.

He blushed softly, looking away. "Just thought it might help." He said, reaching up with his free hand to scratch the back of his neck nervously.

I smiled softly, reaching out and taking the shirt. It was much too big on me as I slipped my arms through the designated holes and wrapped it around myself. If I stood, it would probably reach half way down my shorts.

"Thank you." I said, offering him a small smile.

When he smiled back, I blushed a bit and looked away.

"Are you, um…aren't most…" Stiles made a noise I couldn't describe, though I knew it was caused by a mixture of frustration and uncertainty as I looked up at him.

"So you know what happened?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. I was in my dad's cruiser when he got the call over the radio." He explained, waving his arms about as he talked. He'd done that for as long as I can remember. "A 261."

I nodded slowly, watching him. "261, that means rape I'm guessing."

He nodded in return, going back to sit across from me. "Yeah…are you okay?" He asked then shook his head. "Sorry, no, of course you aren't, that was a stupid question." Stiles groaned, resting his head on the table between us.

I smiled softly as I watched him. "It kind of was." I admitted, fidgeting a bit in my seat. I turned my head, burying my nose in the collar of his shirt and breathed in his scent. It smelled like curly fries, fallen leaves, and inexpensive cologne.

He looked up at me, his chin on the table. "Aren't, umm…aren't most people in your situation usually afraid of men?"

I blinked, looking back at him and shrugged. "No idea, probably."

"You aren't afraid of me." He pointed out.

A smile appeared on my lips as I ducked my head. "Maybe because I know you're a good person." I admitted quietly, though I knew in the silent room, he was able to hear me.

"Oh." His response was simple, and I glanced back up at him through my eyelashes. He was sitting up again, leaning back in his chair slightly as he stared at the table top.

We both jumped when the door opened, the sheriff and Stiles' father stepping into the room. The older man blinked when he saw his son sitting across from me, a frown appearing on his face.

"Stiles." The sheriff's voice held a tone of warning, and when I saw a sheepish look appear on Stiles' face, I knew he was about to get scolded for sneaking into here.

"It's okay sheriff." I spoke up before anything else could be said. "He actually helped me keep my mind of things while I was in here. It helped."

Both Stilinski men looked at me, causing me to blush. The sheriff let out a defeated sigh as Stiles smiled at me softly.

"Alright, fine, but Stiles, you need to get out now, I need to talk to miss Carlson alone." The sheriff said, looking at his son.

Stiles nodded and stood, but stopped when I spoke again.

"Actually, can he stay?"

They both looked at me in surprise, my blush darkening a bit.

"It's just, umm…I think it'll be easier to talk to him about it." I said, ducking my head.

There was silence for a few moments before I heard the sheriff sigh. "Fine, but only this once."

I looked up just in time to see Stiles grin at his father before bouncing back to his seat, smiling at me when he was seated across from me once again. I smiled shyly back before glancing at the sheriff as he sat beside his son with another sigh.

"Alright, Julianna, can you tell me…" He paused, glancing at his son who grinned at him. "Can you tell us what happened?"

I swallowed nervously as I nodded, opening my mouth as I started to tell them everything.

The previous evening, around 11 pm

I had just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a large, fluffy blue towel, a white one wrapped around my head as I stepped across the hall and into my room. The rest of the house was eerily quiet, father at work and mother had just left that morning for a three day business trip. I was often left on my own like this, so it was not much different from any other night I was home alone.

Once in the sanctity of my own room, I let the towel fall to the floor and moved to my closet, pulling a black tank top and a navy pair of old basketball shorts from a drawer of the small dresser I kept in the closet. Grabbing underwear and a bra from another drawer, I quickly got dressed in the simple pajama outfit before removing the towel from my head. My hair was still damp, and I decided to let it air dry as I slept as opposed to taking the time to blow dry it.

Before slipping into bed, I turned off the light in my room, the small space light by the lamp on the small table that sat next to my bed. I slid under the covers, squirming into a comfortable position before turning off the lamp and letting myself slip into sleep. Right before sleep took over, I heard the sound of the door opening, and merely assumed my father was home early from his late night shift before I fell asleep.

When I woke, it was sudden. My cheek stung, so I assumed I'd been slapped. My eyes flew open, but I could not see a thing and when I reached up to touch my face, my hands were restricted by a tight bound, the cloth digging into my skin.

"Good, you're awake."

I froze at the unfamiliar voice, sudden realization dawning on me and causing me to whimper.

"No, please, get away from me." I tried squirming away from the source of the voice, but a rough, calloused hand gripped my ankle and pulled me roughly back to him. I felt his body suddenly loom over me, and the contact of skin on skin made me realize I'd been undressed while I was asleep.

Cheap cologne and bad hygiene filled my nose, causing me to gag as he whispered in my ear. "You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

I cried out as he forced by body to open up to him, kicking out and earning a growl when my knee made contact with his side. A shout left my lips as I was slapped again, this one meant to cause harm. My cheek continued to sting when he roughly pinned me down with his body, a whimper coming from my throat.

"You better behave bitch, I can make this more painful for you than it's going to be." He growled, causing me to still beneath him. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was grinning. "Good girl." He whispered in my ear as he shifted, positioning myself.

The cloth covering my eyes soaked up my tears as I cried silently.