"Flight 337 will be boarding in 6 minutes." A voice overhead said loudly in the waiting area. I looked up to the clock, it was 10:24 am. I took an apprehensive breath and smoothed out my blue bandage dress, clinging to my slim and curvaceous body. I was going to miss Florida, but Miami was just too small for me. I am on a flight to Gotham on a special...vacation you could call it.. They have a motherload of criminals and scumbags there which could make sure I'm never done working, but I'm sure I could handle it. I walked up to a man in a sleek blue uniform and handed him my tickets. On the name of both the tickets and my ID had my fake alibi, Sierra Valdez.
"Your flight is ready to board. Please enjoy your flight!" He said in a flirtatious tone, his eyes running up and down my figure in a way that made me roll my green eyes. I smiled, got my carry on and walked on to the plane, my black pumps clicking away with every step.
---------4 hours later------------
I walked off the plane with a stiff back and a killer migraine. I looked at my watch, reading 2:30 on the bright light. I still have time to get ready for that gala Bruce Wayne is hosting for his adoptive son, "Dick" Richard Grayson. It's an interesting place to start looking for trouble and certainly scope out just how the elites of Gotham behave. I arrived at the Gotham international airport and I stepped out into the beloved city that would someday be my domain. One look and I could this place was being run to the ground. I saw beggars on the corners of the streets, shady men on the alleys nearby, every citizen clutching their pockets or purses. I pursed my lips at the sight and hailed a taxi. Despite only getting a superficial glimpse at the mess, what I focused on was on a single fact: The Gala doesn't start until 7:30 tonight.
The taxi came up and I gave the scraggly plump man the directions to the apartment complex where I have already rented out a modest and unsuspicious apartment. He gave a huff and drove off northbound, away from downtown area. We arrived the simple complex and I got off, gave the grump man his money and few dollar tip and headed up.I took a deep breath when I reached the door number 402, having to lug my luggage up two flights of stairs due to a faulty elevator. I opened up the door to reveal a quaint studio apartment, a full-size bed with an old brown covering to the left of me, greeting me the moment I stepped in. I walked over to the balcony window that was placed just next to the bathroom door and the dining room table. The room was small yet cozy, seeing the kitchen with a modest fridge and utilities to cook food and live comfortably in. I smiled to myself and looked back out at the scenery that the window had gifted me: tall skyscrapers, bridges and the busy streets of Gotham. I smiled, knowing that I am finally in Gotham city. I walked to my bathroom. It was small and it could use some other color other than molding white on the walls but it was going to be home. I slipped my clothes off my body and turned on the heat in the shower. I was going to have a major makeover before I was ready to go.
-------------Many hours later--------
It was almost time to go when I was spritzing a bit of my perfume onto my collar bones and wrist, looking my figure over in the mirror. My Black wavy hair was straightened, making the once frizzy mess shiny and sleek down the open back of my black tight dress. My body was framed by a bedazzled dress that had a sweetheart neckline and an open back, the skirt stopping at my knees and fitted to my tan skin. My makeup was executed perfectly, my bright green eyes matched with a warm brown smokey eye and long eyelashes. My lips were brightly painted red, and to match, I wore black high heels. I smiled at myself in the mirror before grabbing my clutch and headed downstairs to the garage. I asked my sister to bring my car up here before I moved in as to not create many problems, and there waiting for me was my black Mustang. I got in, revved up the engine, and I was on my way to crash a playboy Gala.
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What Do You Expect (a Nightwing love story)
FanficRachel Carter is a 21-year-old woman who travels a lot for crime fighting. she travels to Gotham and meets playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne, and Dick Grayson. Find out more in my heroic, action filled story.
