2John had arrived some time later and was surprised to see them seated to the table, eating.
"Come and join us." The girl said. "It's Indian food."
"Sher," He replied, "you managed to do the impossible. You managed to make Sherlock eat."
"She also managed to make me try and make an omelet." Sherlock said.
"Better if I didn't, though." Sher added. "The poor frying pan had to be thrown to the garbage."
John smiled at his best friend's frown.
"Last time I'll be doing that." The detective said.
"Thankfully."
Sherlock kept his expression still this time, though a smile began to form on his lips. This girl seemed to be impossible not to like, thought John. She caused Sherlock to like her and even got Mycroft to show feelings. She was incredible.
"So what are you doing here, Sher?" John asked.
"Just thought I'd drop by, see how everything's going." She said. "Home is terribly boring."
Sherlock was amazed by the quickness and ease in which she lied. But she wasn't a very good liar.
"And now the truth, perhaps?" John said. "I noticed Mycroft's car outside. I know he's here, so there must be a reason, most likely concerning you. Why are you here?"
Sher was quiet. Finally she said, "I hate being the only one who can't do deduction." Which brought a smile to Sherlock's face.
"Don't worry." He said. "I'll teach you. But first, answer John."
Sher hesitated, moving her eyes from John to Sherlock and back to John. "Okay." She said to her father. "But only on the condition that you won't be here."
Sherlock frowned, but showed no emotion other than that worried face of his, the one that used to be kept only towards John. Apparently it was Sher's now, as well. Or was it for both of them? John knew it all depends on what Sher will be saying, and something told him it will not be good.
"What is it?" He asked. "Why did you asked Sherlock out?"
"You're Robin. You know that, right?"
"What?" John asked, surprised by the change of subject.
"You're Robin." Sher said again. "You're loyal, and helpful, and caring. But at the end of the day, when the villain does something terrible, he does that to attract Batman's attention. To hurt him."
"So Sherlock is Batman." John said understanding. "And Moriarty is... what? The Joker?"
"It doesn't really matters." Sher said impatiently. "But what he's doing, he's doing to hurt Sherlock. But I need someone to talk to about it, or I'll go mad. So I need you."
"What did he do?"
The whisper was barely above silence, and John had to listen carefully in order not to miss it. "He raped me. He came to my flat, late last night and he raped me. I felt so helpless. He kept saying it wasn't something that hadn't happened before, but it was. It was because I knew the truth. I knew who he really was, and it made all the difference."
John was quiet. He didn't know what to say.
"I don't know why I said all of that." Sher looked rather embarrassed. "I guess it's just something that silly girl of me wanted to do. I'm sorry."
"You are an amazing woman." He finally said. "You are young, and people might see you as if that's all about you but I've seen you, and it isn't. You survived things that people twice your age never encountered. You survived cancer, and Moriarty." He looked at her. "You are not a silly girl. You should never say that about yourself. And you have nothing to apologize to. Not to me, and I'm sure to neither Mycroft nor Sherlock. Always remember that."
"Okay." Sher said. "Thank you for that. I needed to hear it."
"If you ever need anything, anything at all, just tell me."
"Thank you." She said, and though what he just told her, he could see she's embarresed.
There was a couple of seconds of silence before John asked, "if Sherlock is Batman, and I'm Robin, what does it makes Mycroft? Alfred?"
Sher started giggling. "Don't let him hear you say that." She said. "Mrs. Hudson is Alfred, thank you very much. Mycroft is... A new character in one of the latter volumes, I suppose. One that hadn't been known to all but hard-core fans."
John smiled softly. "And you?" He asked.
"Me?" Sher replied. "I don't even exist. I'm a nobody. Just some city commoner Batman never knew her name. He popped up in the middle of an unrelated fight with the Joker or something, and saved me from a flying car."
Sher sighed and John could see the sad look on her face.
"That is not true." He said.
"Really?" Sher asked. "Who am I, then?"
"A whole new character." He replied. "Yet to be written."
I decided to end the story here. I no longer have the ideas I used to when I started this Fanfic, and I'm pretty much stuck here with it. In the original plan it should have ended a whole lot sooner.
I want to thank again for everyone reading it, followers and favs of this story, it means a lot to me to know that people like the story and the writing.
I will come up with two new fanfics soon, though not Sherlock's, but Criminal Minds. Just some ideas I had since before I even thought of this one, yet it took me longer to write.
Until the next time!
