Mind Games: A Batman and Robin Story-chapter 1

MIND GAMES: A BATMAN AND ROBIN STORY
CHAPTER 5
"Let me dream."
You sat on the sofa in the den. Your shirt was folded over your breast, showing your torso. Alfred was on his knees on the floor with a sowing needle and hard looking thread, trying to stitch your knife wound. Bruce was paceing back and forth. There was a bottle on the table and a cup. It was brandy, you were drinking, Alfred hoped that the brandy would numb you from the pain. But didn't really work. You hissed in pain with every stitch.
"What were you thinking!? Running right up to him, and thinking your weren't going to get hurt!" Bruce yelled. You winced from the pain and his yelling. "Your here a day, and already you are getting into trouble." He said plopping onto the sofa you sat on, but he sat farthest from you.
"I'm sorry Bruce. But you don't understand, that was Two Face, that was the man who killed my mother!" You said with tears filling your eyes again.
"Okay I understand that, but what were you planning on doing? Hit him, what could you have done?"
Now this was the only time you smiled. It was an odd smile, not happy one, it wasan insane type of smirk. You lifted your hand and motioned for the cup on the table. But before Alfred could get it, it came to you. It floated right past Alfred and in front Bruce. You took it, and brought the glass to your lips, taking a big gulp of what was left in the cup. You crindged from the taste.
"What was that?" Bruce said with a look of confustion and fright. You only smiled. You also brought the bottle of Brandy to your seat. You poured it useing your telepathic powers. You then touched theglass, just a tap and the liquid went up in flames. They both stared in amazment. You made a swift movement and thefire went out. (SoI dont have to explain the movement all the time I'm going to call it 'levitation', and 'fire-ment' when you use your fire. this willmean the hand gesters you use for yourpower. :) make sence?)
"I'm different. Bruce doyou remember whenI asked youif Batman would kill some one, even if that person didn't deserve to live. I was talking about me!" You said dropping your face to your hands. You were sobing now. "Me, I'm the one who doesn't deserve to live! I had this power, this power to save people. I could have saved my mother, but I was too afraid to use my power, I could have saved that boy's family, but my anger got in the way of managing my power. I haven't brought anything rather than dread. Imagine what that boy must be feeling, ~You lifted your head to look at Bruce~ Do you think it hurts to loose your only family left, or loose them all at once?" You asked despretely.
He looked at you with understanding and sympathy. He pulled you to him. He hugged you tight while you cried. Alfred was done, so he began to clean up. You laid in Bruce's arms.
You laid there, but you fell asleep. "Alfred can you give me hand and open the door?" Bruce said lifting you like nothing. He held you bridal style and brought you up stairs. You put you into bed. Alfred put the covers on.
~Dream~
You were in your bed when a bright light lit it up. You opened your eyes and jumped out of bed. Your scars hurt and your new knife hole did as well. ~this a dream? Why did that hurt?~

You touched your torso, and looked around. You realized the room was not your own. It was a big room, it was dark. Well besides the light that shined down onto your bed. Like an interigation light. "Hello?" Your voice echoed.

"Hello, Christina..." A voice rang back. You looked around, but no one was there. You walked out of the light. There were no doors, or windows. "This is a dream Christina, you are a telepath. That is how we are speaking."

"Who are you?" you questioned, not reconizing the voice. "Don't worry Christina, I'm not here to hurt you. You were in a mental distress, and I felt your pain. I'm just here to comfort you. Do you mind?" the male voice questioned. It was def male, but it sounded childish. He had the bass of an older male, around 30, but he sounded happy, if that made sence.

"No, so, who are you?" you asked, still sceptical. "You can call me 'E'. You should probably sit on the bed, so I can see you." You did what he asked. You started to trust him a bit, nothing has happened yet, so who says something will.
"How are you feeling? I could feel that you were really sad. Depressed even. I saw what happened to you today. And I know what happened with your mother. How do you feel, you could trust me, talk to me." He said, he actually sounded truthfull.
"I'm sorry if I don't trust you 100%. I'm haveing some trust issues lately." You say, in all truthfullness. "hmm." He said in agreement.
"I can see where you could have that kind of trouble. But who is it you don't completely trust?" He asked. You thought for a moment.
"Well you for starters. No affense but I don't know you. I cant say I don't trust him, but he seems to be holding something back, like he has a big secret.
"And who is that?" He asked as though he was really interested. "Bruce Wayne. I mean I could understand, because look at me, I had a big secret. Do you think it's as big as MY secret?" you asked him now.
"Who knows? Who else do you not trust?" He asked. You let out a breath, blowing your bangs out of your face. "Batman."
Then the lights went out. You stood on your bed, ready for something to happen. "It's morning. You have to get up now, we will talk again tonight...." His voice echoed. You woke in your bed, just as there was a knock on the door. It was Alfred.
"Breakfast is ready Miss, how are you feeling?" He asked putting his hand to your forehead. "Good question..." You mumbled under your breath. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Alfred asked. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I'll be down in a moment, must have been all the Brandy lastnight." He smiled and walked out. You got up and dressed. The door bell rang, just as you were pulling your hair into a pony tail. You dressed in a long, fitted shirt that went to your knees, and denim shorts.
You opened the door and began walking down the stairs. There was a boy and Bruce standing in the middle of the foyer. "Good morning Bruce, whos this?" You said smileing, being your usual plesent self. You made it to the landing and notice who the boy was. It was the boy from The Big Top. your heart skipped a beat. He obviously didn't notice that you were there at the Big Top on that day.
But you did notice he knew who you were. "Hey your Christina! I saw you in a magizine. I can see why they named you ST2008." He said looking you up and down. You blushed. "Sorry I can't stay. Really sorry." He said winking at you.

~This is the boy, you let down....~