I woke up the next morning in my bed and could smell coffee; I walked into my kitchen and saw Jonathan making breakfast, he wasn’t good at cooking so he was making toast.
“Good morning.” He said when he saw me. I rubbed my eyes and sat down, taking a sip of the coffee that was on the table.
“Good morning.” I said, he put a plate of toast in front of me and I looked up at him. “Umm, thanks.”
He smiled at me and went to pour himself some more coffee.
“So you seem … cheerful this morning.” I said to him when he sat down next to me at the table.
He shrugged.
“What are you doing to day?” he asked. I was surprised at the way Jonathan was behaving to day but I didn’t say anything.
“Nothing, but I have got to be at work at twelve.” I said eating my toast.
He just nodded. The rest of the morning I spent with Jonathan; talking about what we’d been doing and how everything’s been, I never saw Jonathan as much as I would like to, he was always busy.
That night I went to work, not a lot happened except that Bruce Wayne showed up.
After work I went out to the staff car park to my bike, I saw a grey blue Lamborghini parked next to my bike.
“I was wondering when you were going to get off work.” Said a voice.
I turned around and saw Bruce Wayne, wearing a grey pinstripe suit.
“Bruce Wayne, to what do I owe this honour?” I asked sceptically crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I was wondering if you were doing anything next Saturday?” he asked.
“Why?” I said in a flat tone.
“I am having a party to celebrate Wayne manor being rebuilt and I need a date.”
I smirked.
“You’re unbelievable.” I said, shaking my head and walked over to get on my bike.
“What?” he said sounding confused.
I stopped in the middle of pulling my helmet on and looked at him.
“You’re asking someone you have never met before to some silly party just so you can have a date.”
He walked over to my bike as I started it and before I could ride off he stepped in front of the bike and grabbed the handle. I cut the engine and took off my helmet.
“Are you asking to be run over?” I said.
“So are you coming?” he said.
I looked at him in disbelief.
“Did you not hear what I just said?” I asked. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Your name is Sarah Karen; you work at Ally Cats and have been fined for reckless driving and not wearing the proper outfit when riding on your motorbike.”
“Wow, you really did your home work.” I tried to leave again but he stopped me.
“What have you got against me?” he asked. “You don’t even know me.”
“ Hmm, let me see. Your name is Bruce Wayne you are more commonly known as Gotham cities playboy; when you were nine years old you watched your parents die. You disappeared when you were 21 and were pronounced dead; seven years later you came back and took over your Father’s company. In an unfortunate accident your house was burnt down after one of your parties and you moved into a pent house. Your 30 years old, have a butler named Alfred, your best friend was Rachel Dawes until she was killed in an expulsion two months and you drive a blue grey Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. Did I miss anything?”
He was speechless.
I smirked and road off.
‘Okay, maybe I was a little out of line with mentioning Rachel.’ I thought as I pulled up to a red light; I hated them, they spoiled my fun. I looked down next to me and saw a wet news paper that was lying on the ground; on it was a black and white picture of a girl wearing a black mask that covered her eyes and a nurse out fit that had been modified to make it look skimpy; standing behind her was a tall dark haired boy. The red lights turned green, yay my third favourite colour, and I rode off before I had time to look at the article any further.
I got home and found the place empty.
‘Jonathan must have gone back to his place.’
When I got inside a note on the table confirmed it;
Sarah
thanks. I’ve gone home so don’t worry
Jonathan
I smiled at his messy hand writing before looking the evening paper; on it were the same people that were on the paper I saw on the street and the head line read: New Queen of Crime.
I read the article, well bits of but I got the drift; Harley Quinn and escaped from Arkham Asylum with the help of Harley Bamford, a young doctor at the asylum and is on the loose probably after the Joker to get revenge for him leaving her there when he broke out earlier this year. I put down the paper I didn’t know the Joker and escaped he had been quieter than normal.
That night I had trouble getting to sleep I was worried about my brother, wondering if he has been hurt or caught, I didn’t want to have to break him out of Arkham or the police station or even save him from Batman again. After much tossing and turning I finally fell asleep with frightening dreams of the Joker and Harley Quinn.
The next day I was woken up at 11:00am by a soft buzzing noise.
‘Damn clock.’ I hit the clock but the buzzing didn’t stop, I hit it again but it kept on buzzing. ‘What the.’ I looked up.
It wasn’t the alarm clock it was my phone, I picked it up and read the message.
13th SAT, 8:00pm Wayne manor.
It was from Bruce Wayne for his silly party, it looks like I would have to now. I got out of bed and went to the calendar to see that the date was it was the 6th today so I had a week or so. I went down to get some breakfast, I didn’t have work today so I was going down to my shed to work on my bike and to clean my knives and look at my car.
