Son of Batman Fanfic

Ch 1

(Emily POV)

"What is she?"

I'm human...

"Strange child."
"She must be dead too...at such a young age. Poor kid"

They keep talking. Whispering to one another like I can't hear them. I don't want to hear them...please go away.

"She isn't normal...I don't like her presence."

I'm me. Leave me alone. I'm normal. I'm ok so leave me alone.

"Reaper's spy..."

I'm alive. I'm not dead. Reapers take the souls of the living when the last grain of sand in their hourglass falls. He is death.

"Ghost...human...monster...forbidden..."

The chanting keeps getting louder and louder and louder! Why don't they shut up! I can't stand it.

Suddenly the voices begin to form bodies. The bodies begin to shape into more detailed and gruesome faces of the once bright and vibrant people. What happened to them? They died. I never met them, or maybe I have? It's hard to tell now that their faces have become so horrifically disfigured over time.

"...not normal...kill...kill it...KILL IT!"
No..no NO! Leave me alone!

My body suddenly jolts upwards in a panicked rush. I immediately shoot my hand up to my chest and grip the clothing tightly. My breathing hitched as I wait for a single moment. I feel my heart beating suddenly, pounding actually. I laugh a little in relief as I try to calm myself back down. My heart is beating, I'm breathing...I'm alive. I'm ok. It was just a dream. I let my body fall back in exhaustion with a sigh. Was it really a dream though?

I've had nightmares similar to this multiple times this month and it only gets worse. First, was just small voices in my head, crazy sounding but I didn't wanna think too much of it. Second, the voices got louder and more distinct. Shadows would dance around the nonexistent walls of my nonexistent house. It's like they are getting closer to me; they want to kill me. This has been happening for a few years now, but the powers that come with it are still relatively new.

Sighing once more I decide to get ready for the day. After all I have to meet Bruce in about...what time is it? Glancing at my bedside table I find my phone with a small blinking red light. Groaning in irritation I picked up my phone first glancing at the 3% battery before checking the time. I said I would meet Mr. Wayne at around 4 PM and it is about 3:45 PM at the moment. I quickly typed a message and then sluggishly proceeded to walk to the bathroom.

Message to Wayne: Uber got lost, but I'm omw. See ya soon!

About 35 minutes later...

"I do believe Ms. Presley has arrived." An elderly man announces to his employer and fellow friend. After informing Wayne of the visitor, Alfred made his way to the front doors of the manor. Not a second later there was a small and quiet knock at the door. With a heartwarming smile Alfred opened the door and greeted the young girl. "Hello Ms. Presley! I see you finally made it 20 minutes past 4:00." Emily let out a nervous giggle as she eyed the older gentleman. "My uber got a bit turned around and couldn't find me so I had to direct him to my location. On top of that we ended up in traffic! Can you believe it? It was so crazy!"

'Alfred is so not buying this...' I thought to myself as I gave a defeated sigh. "Ok ok you got me. I totally woke up late." Alfred chuckled in amusement. "Ms. Presley I've known you for a little over a year. During that time I have learned that when setting up appointments I should plan them 30 minutes late for your sake. In fact I am highly surprised. You are actually 10 minutes earlier than I thought you would be!" As Alfred continued his laughing I shamefully walked into a random corner and thought about my life choices.

"Emily." A deep voice called from behind my sulking figure. "Oh? Hello Mr. Wayne..." I greet the black haired male with little interest. "Its ok Emily...you are technically 10 minutes earlier than we thought." Hearing Bruce's lame attempt at comfort I immediately let my head fall into the wall in defeat. "I give..."

After my little heart-rending moment of sudden grief I eventually brought myself back together.  The reason I was told to be here at 4:00 was because Bruce usually let's me come over for combat training. This has been going on for about a year and a half. Bruce had found me trying to fight off this reaper demon and took me to the cave to fix up my injuries. Of course after a few more run ins with the infamous Batman he decided to take me under his wing.

Speaking of Batman, Bruce suddenly threw his fist forward nearly making contact with my face. I quickly dodged to the left and brought my arm up to block Bruce's kick. In hindsight I probably should've ducked cause Bruce has more physical power than me. Otherwise meaning that I was pushed back by the force and immediately hit the ground with a loud thump.

"You seem distracted." Bruce stated with a curious tone. I slowly climbed to my feet rubbing my sore arm with a short laugh. "Really? Well I guess I have been thinking about my power recently. I also had a weird dream." Bruce quirked an eyebrow at the last comment. "A dream?" Averting my gaze I answered, " Yeah...it's stupid. Just a bunch of monsters calling me names and apparently wanting to kill me." Shrugging my shoulders I walk over to a counter where my water bottle sits. "Knowing your abilities you shouldn't take this lightly. For now go get cleaned up." Nodding my head I give a small salute and head upstairs to shower.

"I'm assuming that dream of hers isn't just a regular nightmare...is it?" Alfred asks as he appears from across the training room. Bruce remained silent for a brief moment before giving an answer. "A power similar to that of ghosts and spirits...there is always consequences and drawbacks from a power that deals too close with the dead." Alfred sighs in worry. "I do hope she's careful with that dreadful 'gift' of hers Master Bruce." Bruce walks towards the opposite side of the house with Alfred in tow. "I'm going to get ready for patrol. Take care of Emily for me and make sure she stays out of trouble until her parents arrive."