Her Pride,Her Thoughts,His Change

Chapter 1 First Impressions

It was a clear night in Gotham and at Wayne Manor a gala was going on.

There was a nine year old girl silently helping wash dishes in the kitchen with about forty-five other people, some cooking, others helped wash dishes with her and some grabbing big silver platters with food on then so they could serve the fancy rich people that were outside of the kitchen. Her mother happned to be one of the people that did a little of everything. Her mother helped cook,clean, and serve people to keep food on her plate, a roof over her head, and to give her the best education she can. So she helps her mother every now and then and sometimes gets a tip herself.What she didn't think was that tonight would be the night her world would change forever.
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"Excuse me miss what is a child doing in here?" An old man in a suit asked.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind but her mother must work and she has nowhere else to go." A middle aged woman answered.

"Well I recommend that she goes to the entertainment room than stay here in this environment, not that it's bad or anything but it's a suggestion for the child." The old man said.

The middle age woman looked at the piet child and then walks over to her. They have a short conversation then the child grabes an old pencil and old notebook and walked over to the old man. The young girl was lead out the kitchen in to a beautiful ball room filled with handsome men, beautiful women, and gorgeous young children some just around her age. All the young girl could do was stare in awe.

"Follow me young miss." The old man said.

The young girl was lead down a long hall into a room. There was a Tv and boxes of games on side of the room. The middle of the room that was a couch.

"I'm sorry young one but I can't stay with you. Please don't break anything hun." The old man said.

The young girl nooded her head and then the old man left.The young girl opened her notebook and began to draw a picture to go in the collection she had in the small notbook. They were all extremely advanced for her age and very realistic like. While just in the midst of drawing the door opened. There stood a boy not much older than her but gave a more mature atmosphere, which was not common from her experince with other children her age.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He said sternly giving the girl a nasty glare.

He was intimidating but it was hard for the young girl not to notice that he was handsome even at a young age and his emerald eyes were cold but looked like that were hiding something. He had spiked up raven hair and was the appropriate hight for his age and was lean and muscular.

"WELL! ANSWER!" He said loudly.

"My name is Rog...." The girl said softly to the point the boy couldn't hear her.

"What?" The boy said irritably

"My name is Rogue." She said a little louder.

"Ok Rogue, what the hell are you doing here?" The boy questioned.

"I was brought here by an old man with an accent." Rogue said shyfully.

The boy took a momment to observe the girl. She wasn't wearing a ball gown or any fancy clothes, she was wearing the exact opposite. She was wearing a white shirt with light blue jeans and all white worn out converse. Her hair was dark brown extreamly curly and was in a messy bun, but you could tell it was extereamly long. The girl known as Rouge looked mixed with her light brown skin.

"What are doing?" The boy said.

"Drawing." Rogue said.

The boy looked down at the girl on the floor. When she said she was drawing he was expecting childish drawings like flowers and butterflies but her drawings were captivating and beautiful. She had on one page a beautiful sunset and the colors she used blended together perfectly.