-Katrina-

"Katie please, open the door! Just give me a chance to explain!" Rosa screamed. "Oh, y-you've had your c-chance." I chuckle under my breath. "You've had three m-months! Three m-months to come c-clean to me, but instead, y-you thought it w-would be b-better if you lied to me, c-change my identity, and try to get rid of me!" I hissed through grit teeth. "Katie, please hear us out! We did this to keep you safe! Safe from him!" Rosa pleads. Her simple plea makes a giggle escape from my lips, as I continued forth with my plan to run away. Which I wasn't really looking forward to be doing. To be honest, I actually didn't want to leave. At least, not yet. 

It may come as a surprise, but I already knew, long before this, what they have been up to. I know that they were just trying to protect me, but with the way things have been going on lately, I don't think that even Batman can manage to help me. I can only now hope that the man who did this to me in the first place, can help repair the damage that he has done within me. "Don't waste your breath Rosa, she's not going to listen. Just let Billy and I work on the door, and you get on the phone with Gordon." Sophie sighs behind the barricaded door. "Too bad I cannot allow that." I thought as I continued to pack my empty school bag with the necessities needed for my travels. "Note to self, cut the power line before I leave." I snicker as I grab a pair of scissors. 

I hear Rosa sigh in defeat to Sophie's suggestion, before backing away from the door. "Y-you're right. I'm sorry, I just thought that maybe, we could save her from becoming like this. Like him. I guess I was wrong." Rosa sniffles through tears. I continue to ignore them as the pounding resumes and I move onto phase two of my plan. Hesitantly, I pull out two pieces of folded paper from my back pocket, and open them. One was a letter that I had written to my orphan family and the other, was a letter given to me from my counselor Dr. Jane that had been sent to her from an unknown source. I could only guess who had sent it, and it didn't take too long for me to figure that out. The letter, given to me, was the familiar legally signed adoption papers with both Crane's, Rosa's, and my own signature.

Sure, it made me happy to know that I would have a family and be with the person who saved me from the car accident, but it also made me feel horrible and terrified. The reason being? My "savior", sorta forced me into this mess and in exchange for this, my friends, Ali and Nathan, would go free. That however, backfired. The Scarecrow ended up getting what he wanted, which was me, but my friends, they didn't make it. Gabriel had killed them in a fit of rage and anger when they had disobeyed his orders. Gabriel almost killed me too in his rage, but Scarecrow ended up "taking care of him" before he could've ended my life. The other thing that also really bothered me about this, was due to the following highlighted in bold writing on my adoption papers:   

"By the state of New York, and the city of Gotham, I Judge Judas, sign over and hereby give full custody of, Katrina Ann Parkman, to Dr. Jonathan Crane. And by request, I also grant the change of the child's surname from Katrina Ann Parkman to Katrina Ann Crane."

 My family name, the name of my parent's, had been disregarded like garbage and instead, I was given his name; Crane. Now, I wouldn't have usually minded this change, since it's just a name, but something deeper down inside of me, bothered me and stopped me from following this usual course of action. Upon this discovery, seeing my new surname, it had brought out within me tears of both guilt and disappointment. It felt as if I had betrayed my parents by becoming adopted, but it also felt deeper than that. Like as if I had hurt their feelings, by befriending and becoming a Crane instead of continuing to be a Parkman. I can't really explain it, but I would be lying if I said that it didn't being tears to my eyes every time. Which was actually transpiring in my blue irises as we speak. 

Wiping my tears away, I shake off my internal feelings of guilt and return to my plan. With keen ears, I turn my attention back over to Rosa as I begin to hear what sounded like her talking on the phone. It was most likely the police she had called, which meant that I didn't have much time left. Quickly and quietly, I lay down the papers down onto my bed next to my half burnt teddy bear, Mabel, and grab my backpack. With a quick fling of my shoulders, I throw my packed backpack over my back and make my way to the already open window. Carefully and quietly, I climb myself halfway out of the window, and stop. This would most likely be the last time I'd see this place and everyone in it. With a heavy sigh, I give one last look around to the orphanage I once called home, and then let go.