Batman's Daughter

I sat on the roof watching the streets below me (hiding because people want to taaallk). Looking for any sign of danger but nothing was happening so my mind started to wander back to a few months ago before everything happened. Remembering was terrible and it hurt but I couldn't stop the memories so I let them flow and as they came so did some tears. I remember when I first met Bruce Wayne and everyone else. I was sneaking into one of his parties for food. My name is Chloe and Bruce Wayne is my father.

"Does he need so much damn security at his parties? Like come on sneaking in through the fireplace is a bit difficult but fun. I'm like the evil Santa Clause." I muttered to myself as I slid down the fireplace. I stopped when I heard a noise right below me.

"Can I help you down, Miss?" an old man in a tie asked.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sure?" I said.

"Very well." he reached up and grabbed my arm and started to help by pulling on it but I lost my footing and fell on ashes and on my ass.

"Owwwwwwwwwww! What was that for........." I trailed off when I saw an angry looking Bruce Wayne glaring at me, "Hey, how are you? How is the party?" I asked while trying to sneak back to the fireplace so I can attempt to climb back.

"I don't think so." he growled while grabbing my arm. "Why are you trying to break into my house? Are you stupid?" he asked me.

"Hey, I'm not stupid! I'm starving and in need of food! So if you want to give me some, which would be great. If not let me go or call the cops!" I snapped at him. He looked shocked.

"Why are you starving, have your parents feed you." he said.

"Oh I would love them to but my mom needs to be resurrected for that to happen or find out who my dad is and see I he actually wants me." I snapped again, glaring harder.

"How old are you and where do you stay if you have no family?" a small boy asked. When did he get there?

"I'm 16 and I live on the streets, depends on where I am at night." I responded, "Can I go now or are you calling the cops?" I asked

"When was the last time you ate?" the old man asked me looking concerned, noticing how baggy my clothes looked on me.

"Couple weeks ago" I muttered, just then my stomach chose to growl as loud as possible.

"Let's get you some food then." Bruce said.

"What?" I said, "You're not gonna to call the cops?" I asked, extremely confused by what had just happened

"No, unless I need to." he said, looking back with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope, we're all good." I said, walking to him.

I followed him down to the party. Everyone instantly looked at Bruce, then to the boy, then to me. I saw disdain and horror on their faces. I looked down at myself and saw why. My clothes were torn, covered in dirt and soot and my hair probably looked horrible. Instead of backing own I looked them all in the eye, challenging them to say something. As we walked through the crowd I heard someone call me hideous. Bruce and the boy heard it too, judging from the way went stiff they didn't like it.

"Who said that?" I yelled while turning to the crowd, hurt and angry. "Come say it to my face!" I challenged. An extremely rich looking woman walked forward with a sneer on her leaned down and said

""who invited an ugly, little misfit thing to this party?" she said the word thing as if it was pure vile. I sneered and was about to punch her in her face when I hear

"Chloe! What are you doing?" my best friend, Erica, shouted running towards me.

"Erica! What are you doing in here, not a part of the plan!" I yelled back.

"You took too long so I came to check o you!" she said.

"Well, I was about to get us some food. Mr. Wane here was leading me right to it!" I yelled while pointing back to Bruce.

'WHAT?" she all but screamed.

I looked back and saw him taking a step towards us so I yelled "RUN!" at the top of my lungs and grabbed Erica's hand while booking it out of that house.

"Wait!" I heard someone yell but didn't to find out who. We ran all the way to our safe house panting.

"Well," Erica said,
"we almost had it." I finished while collapsing on the ground, exhausted.

"Next time for sure." she said falling down next to me. We both laughed hysterically for a few minutes before going quiet.

"Are... are we going to try again?" She asked me hesitantly, which is ridiculous because I'd never get mad at her for asking such stupid questions.

"Of course we are! They won't expect to happen so soon after our failure tonight making an even better opportunity to strike." I responded with a smile on my face and a plan already forming. I heard her yawn and stretch and get a little more comfortable on the hard wood of the floor.

"Get some sleep oddball, I need my best crime buddy at her top percent!" I jokingly say before muffling a yawn.

"Aye aye Captain!" she said as she mocked saluted before turning on her side. I got more comfortable and stared at the ceiling counting down since I heard counting makes you fall asleep faster. I felt my eyes close around 72 and I was off to my dreamland full of delicious food and warm fluffy beds.

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