A\N: Being bored to death and a fever is running so no school for me. I thought about writing this then! Hope you enjoy. If you don't like OC stories then please don't read or just don't review. Just don't do anything to make me have bad feelings; this fever is enough to get me killed DX
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own any of the characters except for my OC; you guys already know that right? This is the last time I'm gonna write this disclaimer thing-y for this strange fic I just came up with :\
Her body ached.
She felt like she'd gotten herself hit by a truck, though the feeling was worse than that. Her blue eyes fluttered open, meeting nothing but darkness.
A gasp left her lips as she pulled herself up. She clutched her head, her stick like fingers interlocking with her wavy blonde hair. Her chest was heaving with great speed as her eyes darted across the room.
Soon, she tasted the quite strange metallic flavor in her mouth and realization slapped her. Her blue orbs widened as she looked around, fear spread across her pale face.
A loud maniacal laughter filled the room and the girl screamed at the sight of two dead bodies lying in the corner. "Mommy! Daddy!" She cried out, running at the dead woman and man.
But she stopped, clamping her hands on her mouth seeing that their heart and internal organs were ripped out of their lifeless bodies and a huge smile was carved on their faces with the help of a sharp knife.
That's when she saw a man; skin white as snow, green hair slicked back as his ruby red eyes landed on her.
"Aw, don't cry little one." He cooed, wiping the blood laced knife with the dead woman's hair. "You'll get your turn too." He said, smiling from ear to ear.
He took a step forward to her, licking his red lips when he heard a small cry. He snapped his head to her, confusingly.
She looked back at him, tears coming back to her eyes. "Please, please don't hurt my little brother." She seemed to beg.
The smile on his face turned into an enormous grin. "No can't do, kiddo." He chuckled before running upstairs, following the sounds of crying.
She ran after him, screaming to stop but the purple three piece- suited man paid her no notice. He reached a room, and he knew that the voice of the infant was coming from there.
Quickly, he kicked the door open, his eyes landing on the bundle of sheets on top of the mattress. "Come to Uncle J." He grinned, reaching for the baby. But the man was stopped when two small hands tugged the back of his shirt, yelling for mercy.
He whirled around before grabbing a fist full of blonde hair making the twelve year old girl cry out. Pulling her up, he slammed her body against the door before pulling out a napkin, wiping the blood stains that she had smeared on his shirt. He sent her a glare before turning his attention back to the infant.
A devilish grin tugged his lips as he pulled the baby up with his right arm as the knife danced in his other hand.
"Sleep tight, don't let the clowns bite." He cooed, ready to plunge the knife into the young body.
The blonde girl staggered up, her eyes widening as she let out a blood curling scream.
The Joker laughed, aiming the knife to the baby's chest when something hard collided with his body, sending him flying to the other side. He tilted his head up, eyes filled with fury as he glared at the blonde girl but his lips twisted themselves into an 'O'.
The girl didn't look like what she was before, her once ocean blue eyes had turned to a deadly blood red, the end of her ears had gotten pointy and he could clearly see red flames dancing on her pale palms. All in all she looked blood thirsty and quite ugly.
"Now, now let's not try to kill each other." He smiled, holding his hands up. "I know I killed your parents but a sweet girl like you wouldn't look good trying to kill me, now would you?" He grinned faintly, getting up and dusting his clothes.
The girl hissed, grabbing his collar and slamming his head against the wooden drawer. A loud scream of 'help' was released from the Joker's mouth, but the blonde had other things in mind.
She sat there, staring at her blood covered hands. She could hear the police sirens quite clearly. She sighed before smiling at her little brother who was fast asleep. She reached for him, cherishing his cheek and ruffling his brown hair.
"Are you okay?" She heard someone say.
"Of course, she's not okay, you idiot!" Hissed another voice.
She cocked her head up only to find two boys standing infront of her. The boys stared back at her; one had bright blue eyes quite similar to hers while the other's was an emerald green.
She blinked at them. They both looked like they belonged from a wealthy family. Her eyes swept over their expensive clothes before she glanced at herself.
Her blonde hair was greasy and dirty, her cheeks were pushed inside her face. She was so thin that it seemed if the air blew fast she might fall and her thin pink frock was tattered from various places.
Her stick like fingers curled into her palms. She was nothing compared to them. A rush of anger passed through her body but she couldn't do anything. So the anger changed to sorrow which ended up in forming tears in her eyes. She cupped her face into her hands before sobbing in them.
The boys exchanged glances.
The elder one which seemed to be thirteen crouched beside her while the other one did the same. "Hey, its gonna be okay." The blue-eyed boy assured the crying girl. "Yeah, the police has taken that stupid clown to Arkham. You're gonna be fine." The eleven year old said softly, patting her back.
A number of hiccups came out from her throat. "H-he never c-came." She cried out, tears slipping down her cheeks.
The blue eyed boy gave her a confused look. "Who?" He inquired from her.
She sobbed out the word. "B-b-batmaaan…" She answered him.
The green-eyed boy shot the other a surprised look. "Joker killed my mommy and daddy and he was going to—"She mourned.
Biting the insides of his cheeks, the ebony sitting at her right asked her. "What's your name?"
She looked at him. "Katherine Flynn."
The blue-eyed boy smiled. "Well, my name's Dick and this here is my little brother; Jason." Dick said, looking at the blonde.
Kate blinked at him then Jason who was smirking.
"Are you two the sons of Bruce Wayne?" She inquired, expressions hardening. They both nodded in response.
More tears brimmed in her eyes as she felt more pathetic. Kate bit her lip, looking down at the concrete floor. Her thoughts began to wander off when Jason snapped her back to reality. "Is he your brother?" He questioned, pointing to the little baby.
She smiled weakly at him.
"What's his name and how old is he?" Dick beamed, eyes fixed on the sleeping body.
Jason rolled his eyes before shaking his head. "Golden Boy here has a thing for cute things." He joked.
The blonde girl licked her lower lip before answering. "His names Blake Flynn and he's only three months old." She smiled at them.
Before Dick could start another conversation, a man stepped infront of them. "Dick, Jason it's time to go." The man said to his adoptive sons. "Can't we stay for a little longer?" Jason asked, trying to copy the puppy dog eyes taught by his brother.
Bruce shook his head. "No, we can't." He said before looking down at Kate.
"As for you Katherine, Jim is going to take care of you." He said softly to her. The blonde's eyebrows knitted together as she opened her mouth to reply. Just then a man in a police officer's uniform walked up to them.
He tossed a smile to the Wayne family before taking the girl's hand. "Come on. You and your brother are gonna go to the Gotham orphanage." Gordon said, scooping up Blake in his other arm.
Kate scowled before looking up the man. "He never came." She scowled, voice sickly sweet.
Gordon gave her a confused look. "Who?"
The twelve year old frowned. "Batman."
Bruce felt a sharp stab in his chest as his sons gave him worried looks. The man bit his bottom lip as he saw Gordon take the two children away.
Kate whipped her head back, smiling. "Bye Dick, Bye Jason!" She waved at the two boys who waved back with small smiles.
Bruce scowled deeply. He never came in time. He was the reason she was an orphan, he was the reason to her new miserable life. That's when something clicked his mind. When the police had come to the Flynn's house they had found the Joker bleeding and Kate sobbing at the corner of the room with her younger brother in her arms. How did that happen?
His trail of thoughts was broken by his elder son. "It isn't your fault Bruce." Dick looked up at his Guardian. "Yeah, you can't change the past." Jason added.
Bruce sighed in response.
Kate got in the car, adjusting in the comfy seat. Gordon handed her Blake before getting into his driving seat. Kate smiled at the little body, leaning forward and kissing its soft forehead with her dry lips.
"Don't worry, Blake." She cooed.
"As long as I'm here I'll protect you." She smiled as Blake snuggled his head into her chest.
Kate looked outside, staring at the black clouds massing in the sky as rain began to pour down. "I'll protect you from all the monsters out there." She grimaced, clutching the baby a bit tightly when lightening illuminated the dark sky for a second. "That's my promise." She mumbled to him.
Gordon fixed his seat belt before groaning. "Great! It's starting to rain." He frowned, glancing at the girl on the back seat who awarded him with a smile.
Though, the man didn't notice when her blue eyes flashed a ruby red.
They began to drive in silence.
A\N: So how was it? I hope it wasn't too boring. If you've got the time then do review. It'll make me feel better :D