14 Years Ago
I smile confidently as I come face to face with the big black... car? that I've been following all night. He finally stepped out of it to take care of his nightly business, giving me the perfect opportunity. I slip on my black leather gloves, that used to be my moms, and go to work.
I slash all four tires, which are dramatically huge, first before moving to the back windshield. I fish a real diamond ring out of my jacket that I sharpened earlier today, then pull out a small blow torch I stole a while ago from some restaurant, and slowly start the process. I frequently check the timer I have set on a watch, that's also stolen, to make sure I'm on track.
Finally 8 minutes and 12 seconds later, precisely 27 seconds behind, I shimmy my body into the vehicle.
"Woah," I mutter breathlessly. I know my mom talked about how cool it was in here but damn! It just doesn't live up to seeing the real thing. Okay, Alison focus!
I begin to disconnect and grab as much technology as I can get my hands on, shoving them in my bag when I hear voices approaching the car. Shit.
I quickly slip out the way I entered just as my trip wire goes off and I hear a semi high-pitched yell. Excellent. I take off sprinting several blocks down until I reach my small alleyway. I hop up onto the dumpster and start climbing the fire escape when my ankle is roughly grabbed.
I let out a yelp and start thrashing and kicking my out of the grasp until my foot makes contact with what I assume to be face, seems like a nose, and hear a grunt. I scramble back up the ladder and my hand reaches out for the last stair when a wire wraps around my calf and jerks me down.
It looks like I'm about to land on the dumpster when very large arms wrap around me, going for a chokehold. My body quickly goes limp and I wrap my arms around the one of the large fore arms that grabbed me and swing my legs around the person's neck. I rise up, my torso is even with the masked face, and I swiftly turn to where I'm now facing the back of his neck. He reaches around like crazy trying to get a grip on me again.
I slide down his back, kicking as I go. As he tumbles forward I make a mad dash to get back out to the street, but I'm quickly caught with a wire that wraps around my entire body this time, pinning down my arms and sending me crashing to the asphalt. Ow. Then my hood is snatched off. Shit.
I'm brought face to face with the mask I've long avoided. I can't read his face, obviously, but the body language reads clear, he's shocked. "Of course," He says quietly, "Only a kid can be that small and move that quickly," He says aloud, more so to himself.
Yup. And that's exactly why my mother used me to her advantage. "What do you want with this?" He asks, holding up my bag and grabs a fist full of my jacket to pull me closer.
"Money," I state simply before smiling and spit on his mask. He makes a low graveling sound before stepping away for a moment to talk to someone in his earpiece, which I immediately figure out is the cops.
Once he's finished he comes back over and brings to me back to my feet, keeping his grip on me though.
"Alright kid. I want a real answer. No one just looking for money knows how to pull what you did back there."
I attempt to shrug, it not really happening since I'm still freakin tied up!!
"How old are you?" He tries another question. I stare blankly at him. He sighs giving up, knowing I'm not gonna say anything and that he's not gonna try his usual motivation on a kid. "Fine, you can talk to the police then. GCPD will arrive any moment," He says lifting me up and walking me over to the dumpster, setting me on a wooden crate beside it.
He starts taking off when I call out, "Have a nice night. Bruce Wayne."
He instantly freezes in his tracks, pausing for a minute before striding back over to me. He bends down to where he's eye level, and a little too in my face for my liking.
"You're mistaken."
"Am I?" I smirk.
"Whoever sent you here and gave you the intel you think you have, they're wrong kid," He says gruffly.
"Right, right. So the password to the Batcave that's behind an ugly clock in the Wayne Manor living room isn't Thomas and Martha Wayne's wedding anniversary?" I raise a brow. His body stiffens as he stands up straight, silence filling the air.
"Who sent you?" He says lowly, tilting his head down ever so slightly just as a couple police cars pull up at the end of the alleyway.
"Guess you'll never know. Bruce," I finish with a small grin of victory as I see a cop approach out of the corner of my eye. And just like that, Bruce is gone. Huh, he is fast.
"Evening Gordo," I smart off to the officer as he pulls handcuffs out of his belt.
"It's Gordon," He corrects me unamused and helps me stand. "Turn around as I read you your rights. Anything you say can and will-" He continues as I tune him out. I look up and spot a figure , several buildings down, standing on the edge of the roof holding what seems to be the outline of a mask in his hand. I can't help but pride myself in the fact that my plan went perfectly tonight.
Cold metal kisses my wrist, then squeezes tightly as I look at the stars. Hope I made you proud tonight mom.
"Let's go," Gordo says roughly as he pulls me to the cop car.
Tonight was for you.
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Author's Note: & so the journey of Alison becoming Tamer begins ;)
*cue the part of Mastermind by Miss Swift that played in a tiktok edit of Peter and Mysterio that popped up on my fyp just as I finished writing this bc that part fits this chapter PERFECTLY *
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FanfictionAlison Kyle, also known as Tamer, is the daughter of one of Gotham's most famous villains. She was raised by Bruce Wayne after a tragic event that happened, causing her to grow up in the vigilante world, fighting alongside Batman and Robin. Fast-for...
