A scream escapes your lips as you wake up from a nightmare. You've been having these horrid dreams and they're starting to get the better of you. You look over to see Bruce still asleep, he sure is a heavy sleeper. You glance at the clock to see its 6 am. "No trying to go back to sleep now." You groan as you crawl out of bed.

The nightmare plays in your mind over and over again like a record player. It's a horrible dream and probably one of your worst fears. It's of you finding your family dead on the floor and when you look in the mirror you have blood all over you with a sinister look in your eyes. You feel a shiver run up your spine as you think about it. You shake it off as you walk outside to your balcony to get some fresh air.

The air felt chilly against your exposed skin since you were only wearing your PJs. You went inside to get a jacket when you hear rustling coming from below you. "Skylar or Damian must be up." You think as you head downstairs. As you step into the living room you see that your window is shattered into pieces. It isn't long until you feel fabric covering your face. "Long time no see, Y/N" you hear a strangely familiar voice whisper into your ear before you pass out.

Bruce's P.O.V
I wake up to see Y/N, not in bed. This has been happening many times now and I'm starting to get worried. She says she's been having nightmares but refuses to tell me what they are about. I stretch before getting out of bed and heading downstairs. As I walk down the stairs I see the window by the front door has been smashed. I rush over and look around for any trace of Y/N. I race around the house trying to find her but she's gone. "Daddy? Where's mommy?" I hear Skylar's voice ask. I turn around and see Skylar with Damian right beside her. Damian has his arms crossed as his eyes dart around. "Yeah, where is she?" He asks with a bit of worry tracing his words. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Y/N's P.O.V
I wake up with my arms tied down on the armrests of a chair but my legs are free. I attempt to thrash around to see if I can get my arms free but to no avail. I give up after a couple of minutes and hang my head in defeat. I try to remember what happened. I remember seeing the window broken then the words. They loop over and over again in my mind. "Long time no see, Y/N." The words were coated with hate, yet they seemed familiar. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." The words echo through the room causing my head to bolt upwards. It was the same familiar voice that sent chills up my spine. The room was dark and I couldn't see the face of my kidnapper, just the silhouette. "It's been awhile Y/N." Suddenly the lights go on and I can see who it is. "J-John!" John is my ex-boyfriend who I distanced myself from since he was very clingy and hostile towards me. I had broken up with him years ago.

"Don't act so surprised Y/N. I told you I would find you, I told you you were mine! Yet you went and got yourself a boyfriend." His voice slowly got louder until he was yelling at me. "You are MINE and you're not going to leave me ever again!" He yells into my face causing bits of saliva to escape from his mouth. I cringe away causing him to grab me by the chin and bringing my face close to his, our noses barely touching. "Don't pull away from me!" His hand tightens till it feels like he's going to break my jaw and I let out a small whimper. That's when I remember that my legs are free. So I do the only sensible thing... kick him in between the legs as hard as I can.

He stumbles back before falling to the ground in pain. "Agh!" I smirk as I see him squirm on the ground. "You little-" he got up and advanced towards me, grabbing the knife off the counter, and stabbing it into my leg. I shriek as loud as I can as tears rush down my face. "WHAT DOES BRUCE WAYNE HAVE THAT I DON'T! FAME? FORTUNE?" He screams at me. "He has a heart, unlike you!" I choke out. He slaps me across the face causing me to pass out.

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I wake up with my head and leg killing me. I grunt as I sit up. I seem to be in some sort of bedroom. The walls were painted a tan color and had some pictures tapped to the wall. They were of me and him when we were together. We were about eighteen then and I was blindly and stupidly in love with him. Memory's that I have been trying to forget flood my mind
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"Come on Y/N! Open the door!" John screams from outside of the house.
"Leave me alone I already called the cops!" I yell back. I was curled up in a ball by the door. He was trying to break in because I broke up with him. "Open the door, now!" He screams again, annoyed. "No, go away."
There's silence for a moment and I am actually thought he gave up.
.
.
.
Wrong
A crashing sound is heard from beside me and he comes crashing through the window. I scream loudly and try to run away but he grabs me by the waist pinning me down.
"You're not going anywhere Y/N! You're mine!"
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The cops showed up briefly after but the memory still sent chills through my body. I attempt to get out of the bed but my leg feels restricted. I look down to see where he had stabbed and see it had been bandaged neatly. The door opening breaks me from my thoughts. "Hey there, princess," John says as he advances towards me. "Don't call me that." I growl at him. "I can call you whatever I want, princess." He says back.

Suddenly a crashing sound is heard from downstairs. Johns's eyes widen as he quickly races downstairs. I quickly follow after him but he slams the door shut and locks it. I growl as I push my ear against the door to listen.  I can only make out small phrases.

"Who————-you?
"Do you know———named——-"
"I———no idea who————"

I suddenly recognize the voice. It's
Nightwing! He's here! My eyes widen as I immediately start banging on the door and screaming. "I'm up here!" There's silence.

"What——-that?"
"Uh, that——just—-ringtone?"
"..."

There's a brief pause before suddenly I hear footsteps sprinting up the stairs. The door unlocks and to my dismay, it was John who got here first. From the room, I can see Nightwing falling down the stairs like he was pushed. I would've found that funny if the situation was different. He grabs me by the wrist and pulls a gun out and places it on my temple. Nightwing is seen shortly after running into the room but freezing when he sees the sight in front of him. "Take one step! Take one step and I blow her head off!" John says.

Nightwing looks betweens me and him before slowly letting his hands go to his sides. But he made a slight movement with his hand that only I saw. He pressed a button on the side of his utility belt. "N-now, uh, turn around slowly and walk out." John says through his stuttering. Nightwing doesn't move an inch as if he's contemplating what to do. He was now frantically pressing the button on his utility belt "Did you not hear me. Turn. Around. And. Leave!" He switches the gun so it's now facing Nightwing.

Time seems to go in slow motion as his finger pulls the trigger. There's a loud bang but it seemed to have hurt John more than anyone else. I look down confused as to why he had let me go and why he was on the ground cradling his hand. I look towards the gun to see a Batarang lodged into the barrel. My eyes widen as I look to where Nightwing was to see Batman standing beside him now.

A smile forces its way onto my face as I run at him. I hug him tightly before letting go and placing a kiss on his lips. Nightwing was already pinning John to the ground and putting restraints on him. "I was so worried about you." Batman says quietly. "It's ok. I'm here now. Thanks for saving me, my hero." I smile brightly.

"I will always save you."