Hey Wayne (Damian Wayne Fanfiction)

2. Hello again

Motorbikes. Yes they are dangerous and could potentially kill you, but humans are so weak that they can be killed by falling out of bed, so why not live a little before you are lying dead on your bedroom floor. Eden, being the adrenaline junkie was, obviously owned a motorbike. Unfortunately she was only allowed to wear it when she was Black Sparrow, otherwise, she would be arrested for driving a motorbike as she had no license and she was only thirteen. Her mother hated that she owned one, but that's what was fun, to Eden at least. It was all in the thrill of the chase.

Eden at this moment in time, was on her motorbike, the wind seeping through her fully masked face. Eden had never understood why hers didn't cover their whole face, it's a miracle that people never noticed. Eden spared no expense when it came to protecting her secret identity, none of her skin was exposed it was covered, by a black armoured jumpsuit, combat boots and gauntlets. To make her suit even more badass Eden made a cape and hood, which were both dark blue along with her mask and the Sparrow emblem on her chest. Not a sliver of skin was exposed because if it was they could run a facial recognition software or they could do a DNA test if the managed to cut a bit of your skin and the blood dropped to the floor. Eden wore a voice modulator to make her voice deeper, Eden didn't have any friends that may recognize her voice, but it was absolutely necessary.

Eden's cape was flapping in the wind and her hood had long since flown off her head and was flapping behind her alongside her cape. Eden wasn't even sure if she was going the right way, that was until she rounded a corner and saw a massive mansion. Eden couldn't even see the driveway yet, just the house. She continued to drive the wind causing her cape to go crazy. Eden travelled up the unnecessarily long driveway until she finally reached the front of Wayne Manor. Eden had never actually been inside anywhere fancy before, and Wayne manor looked like it could only be used for special events, not living in. Eden dismounted her motorbike and walked over to the large front door. She rang the doorbell and stood there awkwardly.  She must have looked weird to people if they were to see her. A hero at the door of the richest man in Gotham's house. The door opened to reveal an old greying man with an awesome moustache.

"Hi," Eden said with a small wave. The man looked at her as though he had seen teenagers in costumes on his doorstep much time.

"Master Bruce told me you would be coming," The man said with an exasperated sigh. "Come in then." Eden stepped inside the lavish home, her eyes widening underneath her mask. To say that it was big would a massive understatement. It was ginormous, gargantuan and all those other long words starting with G. The manor had high ceilings, lush carpets and intricate wooden designs on the stairs and furniture. Eden was so engrossed by the magnificence of the house that she didn't hear someone walking down the stairs.

"Who are you?" Asked the person walking down the stairs. Eden turned to see a man with black hair and Blue eyes, Eden assumed the this was Dick Grayson, otherwise known as Nightwing.

"Black Sparrow," Dick's jaw dropped. So this was the infamous Black Sparrow, who usually got to the crime scene before Batman and finished before he even got there.

"Honestly I imagined you to be taller," Dick said, flabbergasted.

"Well, Nightwing we aren't all old, like you," teased Eden. Dick was taken aback, first he was insulted and he was also surprised that Eden knew who he was. Eden smirked under her mask at the look on his face. It was priceless. The old greying man walked back into the room, also amused at the look on Dick's face.

"Master Bruce is ready for you now," said the man, he started walking up the stairs and Eden quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind.

Eden was glad that the things she did at night made her fit because otherwise, Eden didn't think that she would've been able all the stairs.