Moving to Gotham seemed like a good idea for a fresh start. Moving in with her sister and her rich boyfriend Bruce Wayne also seemed like a smart idea, but what happens when Aria Brooks finds herself in a troubled Gotham ruled by ruthless and viciou...
When I agreed to having dinner with my sister, Bruce, and his friends I was aware that Bruce Wayne wasn't going to go to the cheesecake factory. No, instead it is one of the fanciest restaurants in town and to say that I'm a little overwhelmed with what to wear would be putting it lightly.
Hearing my mother's voice inside my ear, she always used to tell me that my "style" was the one of a whore. Still not too sure what she meant by that since all of my clothes weren't revealing at all while she was alive.
"Stop it, Aria!" I scold myself while continuing to look through my clothes when I spot a short violet dress-taking it out and putting it on. Spinning in front of the mirror I had to admit that I was pretty happy with my pick.
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"Are you really going to wear that?" Turning around I see Elena standing in the doorway and by the look on her face, I can already tell that she is disappointed with what I'm wearing.
"Uh, well yeah. Bruce didn't mention anything about a special dress code."
"Maybe, but you will not leave this house in that dress. Now..." Stomping over to my clothes as she starts to go through all of my clothes.
"Elena" I try to protest but to no avail, as she takes out an old dark olive green dress. "Here. You're going to wear that," she states while handing me the dress.
"No." Answering firmly placing the dress back into her hand.
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. Lena, why do you keep treating me like I'm five years old?" I really wasn't looking to fight with her, but she needs to realize that I'm not a child anymore.
"Because, you clearly have forgotten that image matters, Aria." Running her hand through her hair she looks me up and down. "You know what mom always said about how important it is to make a good first impression and ever since she's dead you're acting just like a ..."
"Like a what?" I ask bitter looking at my feet. "Acting like a slut? Is that what you want to say? Gosh Lena I came here to try and fix our relationship, but you have to accept that I don't want to keep on living like everyone expects me to. And you especially have to stop acting like you're mother."
"Fine. Do whatever you want." Scoffing she shoves the dress back into the closet and turns around to leave.
"Elena wait." I did say that my life in Gotham would be different, but it's hard to break old habits I guess. "Look I'm sorry okay. You're my sister and I've missed you so much. I came here to try and make peace with you. Look I'll even wear the green dress if you want me to?" I offer.
"What I want" she starts. "Is that you stop spitting on the legacy of our parents and do what is still expected of you and that would be going to college and getting a good degree." And with that, she turns on her heels and leaves without saying another word.
Well if she doesn't want to try and work on our broken bond I guess there is nothing more that I can do. Looking one last time into the mirror I decide to hold my ground and keep the purple dress on that I had picked for myself. I didn't wear any makeup besides mascara here and there so I was pretty much finished getting ready. Smoothing out my hair and putting on a pair of black high heels, in which I could just barely walk, but I knew it would make my sister happy and with that I head into the living room.
