Lucy Quinn

The Plan

                  if I was going to get answers I am going to need some help, and I know just the person for the job.

                  Jessica Jones, the best Privet I ever. Bruce needed her for something, probably some of his work stuff that he is gone for all the time. Jessica stayed in the room down the hall from mine. We hung out when Bruce wasn't running around with her. She was like my only friend, I am homeschooled and my older brother's Dick and Tim were both in school.

                  I went to school for elementary, but all of the kids made fun of me because of my pale almost white skin, my blonde hair and my weird accent that I can't place, probably got it from my parents. They called me crazy ghost, dumb blonde and Bruce's charity case they made me want to punch someone when everyone started laughing. I eventually flipped out and attacked all of the kids at my prissy privet school. I met Jessica when I was in 2nd grade. She visits at least once a year, and we stay in touch.

               I was about to leave when I heard a knock at my bedroom door, oh no Alfred. "Miss Lucy are you okay, you didn't come to breakfast," Alfred said. what am I going to do he will know if am lying, he is basically my grandpa I can't lye to my grandpa. "I guess my alarm didn't go off its summer after all" ok I guess I can lye to my grandpa I hurried to hide my backpack under my bed and hurried to the door. I opened the door and grabbed Alfred's arm. Since I live on the top floor (the 7th) Alfred led me to the lift and I went to breakfast where bruce was waiting eagerly.

           "Hello Lucy, I see you slept in today," Bruce said with a smirk on his face. I  like Bruce, he is kind hearted and humorous. He adopted me when no one cared about me, which is more than enough for me. I smiled "My alarm didn't seem to go off this morning." "We can fix that," he said motioning to Alfred, but first breakfast," he said Alfred brought me my usual eggs and bacon, and for Bruce, he had a veggie omelet and some coffee.

           I was ready I had my backpack enough for my journey to Hell's kitchen. I eventually got out of the house and started walking to the bus stop with my hood pulled up and my sunglasses on. The last thing I need is for someone to recognize me and have the paparazzi show up, and trust me Beeing Bruce Wayne's daughter I am very recognizable.

          I somehow managed to get a seat in the back by myself and put on my headphones, with an anxious feeling. I just tap, tap, tap to the beat of my music. Music the only thing that calms me. I just stay tapping till I get there.