Alexis Kyle, niece of Selina Kyle, was left orphaned at the age of 14. Left in the custody of her aunt, she soon became the villain Black Cat. The first installment of the Black Cat Chronicles. Hope you guys enjoy!
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After a not so great day at school and another restless night, my birthday finally came. In all honesty, so much shit had gone down in two days that having my friends over was one of the only things I was looking forward to. When midnight hit, signaling the beginning of my birthday, my phone lit up with spam from my friends wishing me a happy birthday. My first response was to send them texts asking 'why the hell are you even awake?' and then to thank them.
After getting my five hours of sleep, I was slightly ready for the day. I quickly pulled on some printed pants and an off-the-shoulder top along with some black booties. My makeup was probably what took the longest, with me messing up the liquid eyeliner and having to redo everything. After I finally got my makeup looking the way I wanted it to, I grabbed a baseball cap and a dog tag necklace along with some lipstick and my backpack. "Selina, I'm leaving," I called out as I went to the door.
"Wait, I left something for you on the counter," she called back. I could hear her footsteps as I went to the counter. Sure enough, there was a sleek black box on the countertop. I looked over my shoulder to see Selina standing there, nodding for me to open it. When I did, a black ukulele case sat inside. I opened the case and there was a new, black ukulele with a Twenty One Pilots symbol right next to the sound hole.
"This is... Wow... Thanks, Selina," I said, slightly speechless. I had mentioned wanting one like this maybe once before, I was just saving up a bit since I had just bought a record player. I was amazed that Selina even remembered that.
"No problem. Happy birthday, Alexis. You want a ride to school?" Selina asked, looking at the clock. I saw that I was running behind schedule and probably would be late to school if I walked.
"Yeah, I don't wanna be late," I said, pulling on my hat. "Let's go." She nodded, grabbing her keys from the bowl next to the door. I trailed behind, watching her closely. It was odd, even in sweats and a sleepshirt and half asleep, Selina still managed to look like a model. I was kind of jealous, obviously those genes had skipped over me.
