"Selina, you're back." Bruce states, pausing in the foyer, as Miss Selina Kyle, walked through the front door, opening by Alfred.
Catwoman was an interesting character to say the least. She was a thief, a anti-villain, and the one who stole Batman's heart.
Basically, she did all the wrong things for all the right reason.
What may or may not been due to her tampering, a Blood Ruby found it's way back to a sacred temple after thousands of miles of journeying. Suddenly returned to its rightful place, and the natives were very grateful for what had happened. And nobody knew who did it. At least, the public didn't.
Catwoman, Selina Kyle, believed in justice.
It was only fair.
"Bruce!" She exclaimed, and they hugged.
I tried to sneak away like my brothers had, but they left me all alone.
So much for sticking together.
I didn't want to be here when the moaning started.
I tried to walk past, but was spotted out of the corner of her eye.
"Who is this young creature?" Selina asked boldly, untangling her limbs from Bruce.
"This is Viviana." Bruce said, bringing me closer and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"I've heard so much about you, and my girls all really want to meet you. What do you say Bruce?" Selina purrs.
"She can go... if she's back at a reasonable hour." He commended.
"It's not like I'm an adult or anything." I complain.
"It's Gotham." He deadpanned.
"And I can handle myself." I retorted.
"Fine. You're the one who has to deal with Jason if you come home too late." Bruce said.
"That's fine." If I got home late, even a minute after curfew or when I said, he got extremely worried. He would even go as to search for me, and leave hundreds of messages on my phone, requesting my location.
"Go get ready." Selina said, and I walked to my room.
I had just changed into nicer clothes to meet the infamous Gotham City Sirens, when the doorbell rang.
Alfred wasn't there yet, so I decided to be nice and open the door.
"Jon?" I asked, seeing him and his father at the door step.
"Is Damian home?" He asked full of excited energy.
"I am present." Damian says walking down the stairs.
"Bye dad!" Jon says, and races to his best friend. I took a few steps away from the two,
Jon has too much energy too handle, I don't know how Damian does it.
And Damian has been particularly sensitive about his height, ever since Jon shot over him. Jason always made sure to comment on it, which either left him with cuts or a black eye.
Clark waves, and I wave back closing the door.
"Wait, does she know yet?" Jon whispers to Damian, thinking I can't hear him.
"Know what?" I ask with a smirk.
"Yes, idiot, she knows."
"Alright, sweet!" Jon pumps a hand into the air, and starts flying.
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FanfictionNOT EDITED BOOK 2/3 Viviana Taylor Parker, the former superhero of San Francisco, is assumed dead among what's left of her broken group of family and friends. In another universe, still alive, she is known as the Dark Web. Far from home. Even worse...
