~ A/N: You are the daughter of Bruce Wayne a.k.a Batman. your name is ______ ______. He adopted you. So don't ask why i made you his little girl.~
"But dad, have i not told you that i'm now 20 years old? Also that now i'm 20, you can't tell me what to do!" you told your father, who just was not listening once again. "I don't care _____. As long you live with me, i can tell you what to do. Oh and you will be at my ball tonight. No whining about it either." Your father said before he hung up on you. 'Well if he's going to be like that then i'll just have to leave, won't i?' you thought to yourself. You packed everything you needed into a back-pack then you opened your window and left. Walking around the streets of Gotham City, you failed to notice that your father was watching you but he was doing so as Batman.
'Why won't she just stay home?' I thought as i jumped down, most likely scaring her. "Why hello batman. My father never listens! Just once, just once can he trust me just once? I'm sorry batman. But he just never pays attention to what i needed." _____ told me not knowing that i was her father. So i asked her, "What do you need from your father that he doesn't give to you?" to which she replied, "Love, batman. Father just think about himself. That and whenever i get bullied at school, he waves it off as nothing. But it's not, they tell me to go somewhere and die batman." I was shocked, i really did just wave her off way too much.
'Well i'll help her. Won't i?' I thought to myself, before going to sleep.
To be contiued!