3 solid weeks has passed, thank god I managed to attend to all the appointments and required interviews for my college application.
I can finally rest.
8:35pm.
I was sitting in my couch while listening to the music on my phone. Ms. Kitten just continued on circling around my feet, damn... Doesn't she feel dizzy, atleast?
I picked her up and put her in my lap, she stared at me... "Tommorrow, I'm gonna find your owner. savvy?" I said while petting her. She just meowed, just like the usual cat would do.
Like after a month, I finally consider to find this cat's owner.--'What a great concerned citizen I am.'
Ms. Kitten jumped out heading towards my bedroom.
So I got my phone and start typing text to tell my mom I'm still alive. I also opened my social media to upload some photos and to say hello to my friends... But, none of them were online. I understand tho, Gotham and Philippines got a huge difference in time zones, --a sunrise-sunset kind of difference.
I left a message anyway.
My heart jumped for a bit when I heard a crash in my bedroom. I thought it was a serial killer or a rapist, although no one would ever want to rape me... But I can't help myself not to panic. especially, I'm aware that I'm living in Gotham aka the city of Crimes.
I went to my bedroom to check what caused the crash, I even held a broom stick to defend my self if ever.--
'A broom stick?! Wow, that's a big help Keira.'
...Then, found out it's only Ms. Kitten, trying to climb up my bed, but ended up pulling my hand bag. Leaving the things inside the bag scattered on the floor.
"Ms. Kitten... Be careful. You might end up destroying my things, hurt your self or both." I said, she just meowed and looked down, looking like she's sorry.
I pick up everything and put inside the bag... then, I noticed two cards on the floor, the one from Mr. Wayne or should I say Bruce... And the joker card with digits in it.
I was about to grab the cards when Ms. Kitten hold the joker card using her mouth and walked towards me, as if she's giving it to me.
I kneeled down and got the card from her... She then gestured her head pointing in the direction of my phone.
"You want me to call this number?" I looked at Ms. Kitten, she meowed as if she agrees.
So I got my phone and called the number on the joker card... It rang for about a minute then the operator said it was a non-working number.
"Sorry Ms. Kitten... It's a non-working phone contact."
Maybe it's a winning combination or a code for a vault with lots of gold bars in it?-- Silly me.
I saw the other card. Suddenly Mr. Wayne's words from weeks ago flashed in to my memory. 'If you need help for anything, I mean 'anything', you can hit me up at this number.'
"Oh! Maybe He can help me in finding your owner." I stopped and looked at Ms. Kitten as if I came up with a million dollar idea. "--He said 'anything' tho." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
I dialled Bruce's number... He picked up real fast, maybe he's always on his phone.
"Hello, Bruce?"
"Hello, who is this?" Oh. Yeah. he gives his phone number to everyone.
"It's Kei--" he cut me off, realizing who I was.
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The Blue Stone Alley
FanfictionI've been living a "good" life in the Philippines. Until my aunt offered me to have a "better" life as she gave me a sponsorship and an opportunity to study in Gotham. I thought it would be easy, but it wasn't. Especially when I met the guy that tur...