Wow! I got views and a review so soon! Thanks to kaylabear1 for the name ideas. I kinda like Charlie like you suggested. Charlie Franklin. Not a bad name if I do say so myself. And I obviously just did.

I forgot first chapter but…

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Chapter Two

OC POV

I swam in darkness for quite some time in utter silence. It was terrifying to say the least. Large open spaces had never really been a friend of mine. I preferred to know what was going on around me.

After what seemed like ages in the dark, I began to feel pain. Pain and darkness don't mix well with me, and I fought to wake up from whatever stupor I was in after the lightning hit me and the poor tree.

My senses returned to a point where I could feel hard ground beneath my body. Eyes still closed, I shifted to see if I could and nearly screamed. Every joint in my body was on fire and my face especially hurt. And I was still quite cold.

I blinked one eye open, then the other, and saw a cloudy night sky above my head. It hurt too much to move and I was still soaked in rainwater and blood from my face.

Shifting slightly again, my back noticed the ground seemed to be a lot harder than what mud in a forest should be. More specifically, the ground felt impossibly like cement.

My head shot up and I cried out. Everything hurt to move but now I could look at my surroundings.

I wasn't in the mud. Hell, I wasn't even near a tree. I was lying on my back smack dab in the middle of a dank city alleyway next to some rubbish heap. A street lamp shone dimly where the alley connected to a larger road. No one else was in the alley thank goodness, as I had no energy to move anything but my head from side to side.

There is no way this is real, I told myself. Stuff like this only happens in fanfiction, not real life. Especially not my life! I'm ordinary! I've got no sob story, no enemies, I'm not some super genius. This is utterly impossible.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't pay attention to how long I lay there bleeding, freezing, and panicking.

I also failed to notice the other person who'd entered my alley until he was on top of me. Literally. The man was clearly drunk and disheveled from a recent brawl of some degree. I screeched loudly before he silenced me with a meaty hand on my mouth.

"Looksh shlike shomebody already had their fun with you! Don't worry. I don't mind leftovershs." he huffed to himself as I struggled with adrenaline fueled strength. I couldn't escape and couldn't scream as he ripped my blouse with one hand and held me down with another.

Suddenly, I heard a soft metallic whirring noise over the man holding me and something sharp impaled itself in the ground next to the drunk's hand and my head. He flinched away in shock as I noticed a shadow drop down from a roof.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" a gruff voice stated from the shadows.

The man whirled his head around right as a gloved fist approached his face rapidly and smashed into his fat nose. The velocity of the punch flung him off me and I pushed my body as far from the fight as I could without sitting up.

I still had no energy and my fingers were as cold as ice. The fight a few feet in front of me grew distant as I noticed what exactly was near my head. A Batarang. Not a cheap costume one for Halloween or Comic Con, but a legit metal razor sharp Batarang.

No way. There is absolutely no way this is possible. Traveling through time and space does not happen to real people. I'm dreaming. Wake up. WAKE UP.

The fight had ended while I was internally panicking and I only noticed because suddenly a caped figure filled my vision. WAKE UP.

"The police are on there way to help you. You shouldn't be out alone so late in Gotham. It's dangerous." Batman himself stated to me. WAKE UP.

He began to walk away.

"No way." I whispered "This isn't real. I'm dreaming. Yes that's it. I need to wake up somehow."

He turned on his heel and looked at me strangely.

I'd had enough of today. Things were too stressful and terrifying for me to endure. I needed to wake up. What better way to force myself awake than with a pinch.

I grabbed the nearby Batarang as Batman rushed forward to grab it before me. Its blade sliced my palm open as I stabbed its point into my wrist. Blood began pouring out of my nearly destroyed left hand and wrist, joining the blood of my face.

Incredible pain tore through my entire being as soon as I had stabbed my wrist but the scene around me didn't change as I wanted it to. I screamed in pain and anger.

Batman tore the Batarang out of my wrist and threw it far down the alley seconds later. My lifeblood poured freely from its confines as I sank into despair. The world turned grey as I bled out. Batman scrambled to tear something out of his belt and tied it quickly above my wrist. I screeched and thrashed on the ground as he cinched it as much as possible to stop blood flow.

"You aren't real!" I screech at him in my frenzy. "Batman's not real! Gotham's not real! Alfred's not real!" I managed to kick him away as he froze when I mentioned Alfred. Shit.

Oh, well. This isn't real anyways.

"What did you say?!" he was rooted to the spot, with me dying in his arms, real or not.

All I saw was shock through his cowled eyes as I passed out again for the second time in two hours.

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Thought I'd post a second chapter while I avoid my homework…