A twenty-one-year-old woman stands in line at a coffee shop. She has shoulder-length wavy hair that is dyed honey blond with her natural light brown hair growing at the roots. Her hazel eyes travel around the coffee shop's menu searching for a drink that catches her eye. Her tannish hands are shoved into the pockets of her light blue baggy jeans. She steps up the the counter takes her hands out of her jeans pocket and reaches into her forest green hoodie's pocket to pull out her brown wallet.
"Hello welcome to Miley's Coffee Shop. What can I get you today?" I cashier asks with a smile.
The hazel-eyed lady copies the cashier's smile and takes a quick glance at the menu.
"Hi, can I have a large iced peppermint mocha coffee with skim milk, whipped cream, and an extra shot of espresso." the hazel-eyed lady answers with a heavy Russian accent.
"Yes of course, Can I have a name?" The cashier questions as she types the order down in the cash register.
"Nadia." the hazel-eyed lady answers with the same accent.
"Nadia..." the cashier mumbles as she types her name down, " Alright that will be $5.57."
Nadia takes out her debit card and sticks it into the terminal, taking it out once it beeps.
"It should be out soon. Thank you, come again." the cashier smiles as she hands Nadia her receipt.
Nadia again, copies her smile and takes her receipt stepping over to stand with the other people waiting for their drinks.
She stands beside a boy who looks to be in his late teen years. He has pale skin and black hair that reaches the middle of his ear. Big bags fall under his eyes as he looks like he is struggling to stay awake. He is skinny, so skinny that his jaw and cheekbones are prominent. He was about a couple of inches smaller than Nadia's 5'8 figure. He was wearing a green striped baggy sweater with black jeans. He is on his phone smiling as he texts away.
"Tim." A worker calls as he sits a coffee down on the table with a sign that says 'pick up'.
The black-haired teen's head shots up and he moves over to get the coffee.
"Nadia." The same worker calls as he sets her coffee on the same table.
Nadia watches Tim sit at a table with a laptop and two other coffee cups on it. Nadia grabs her cup and sits on the opposite side of the cafe. She watches the people around her taking a peek at Tim here and there.
She read about Tim while she was researching her father. Apparently, her father took Tim in after his parents died. He also took in many other boys and girls for the same reason, well most of them. Nadia did have one blood brother thanks to her father, Damian. From what he has read he was a little мудак (asshole) and pretty much the definition of a rich kid. Then her father was a бабник (playboy) bringing any women into his bed. Due to that, it makes Nadia question if her existence was a one-night stand or not. She can't ask her mother seeing how she was forced to kill her when she was eight. What a great childhood.
Nadia was taken from the hospital at birth. This assassin ground called The Five took her and 'raised' her to be a killing machine. Apart from the training was to kill your mother and then ten years later have an involuntary hysterectomy. Killing is all she knows but recently she has grown tired of it. The killing has gotten boring. She still works for The Five but is looking for a way out or if she can't do that a way up. She wants to be in charge.
Nadia watches Tim type away on this laptop looking at his phone periodically. He has already finished his coffee adding it to the other two abandoned cups. Tim stands up and stretches. He heads up to the counter and Nadia stands up. Nadia heads over to Tim's laptop and pulls out a USB chip and plugs it into Tim's computer. Nadia watches as Tim orders another coffee as she waits for her USB to download all his files and puts a locator on the laptop. The USB finishes up as soon as the terminal deeps and Tim takes his card out. Nadia takes out the USB and heads for the door. Tim walks over to the pick-up area and Nadia throws away her cup as she leaves.
Nadia makes her way down the streets of Gotham and into an apartment complex into the elevator. Nadia pushes the button for the seventh floor and exits when she reaches the floor. She goes to the door marked 705 and unlocks the door entering. Throwing her hoodie onto the couch reveals a black shirt. Nadia enters the kitchen to see a white-haired heavy-set man holding a tiny cup with vodka in it.
"Letting yourself into my apartment and drinking from a tiny cup doesn't make you intimidating, by the way. It's just rude." Nadia tells the man as she grabs a regular-sized cup and blender.
"I have a job for you." The man says and slides a postcard over to her.
"I'm on an important vacation Konstantin," Nadia tells him opening the fridge and taking out milk, frozen strawberries, and frozen bananas.
Konstantin laughs and downs the rest of his drink. Nadia pours the countenance she got out of the fridge into the blender.
"The Five don't do-" Konstantin was caught off by Nadia turning on the blender.
Nadia gives him a cheeky smile and turns the blender off.
"It's in-" He was caught off again by the blender.
Nadia gives Konstantin the same cheeky smile and Konstantin gives her an annoyed look.
"Will y-" He was caught off once again by the blender, " STOP IT!"
Nadia gives him a smug look before turning off the blender and pouring the milkshake into a cup. Nadia grabs the postcard and reads it.
"Barbra Gordon. Really a disabled police daughter. What's she gonna do roll away from me." Nadia says putting the paper back onto the counter.
"She worked for your father. If that makes a difference." Konstantin smugly says.
Nadia gives Konstantin a quick glance. He knew. Of course, he knew, he always does. The only reason she was in Gotham was to see her father and perhaps form a bond.
"I know. Your vacation is going to have to be cut short to deal with your task." Konstantin tells her.
"I thought you cared about me?" Nadia fake pouts.
"I do, in order for you to stay alive you have to do your job. Now be good and make it clean." Konstantin remarks.
"I'm a professional, I always make it clean," Nadia states.
"Professional my зад (ass)." Konstantin laughed "Finish the job by tomorrow night."
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Batman: The Blood Daughter
FanfictionThe daughter of the Batman. She is actually very similar to Damian just less of a bitch. She is an assassin trained since she was a baby. She is very sarcastic, possessive, and manipulative. Bruce knows about her but keeps her a secret until she ret...
