Week One
Leslie's POV
I open my eyes to the bright lights above me. I groan, and moves the blankets on top of my head.
"Get up." A familiar voice demands.
"Ugh." I groan as I sit up and rub my head. "What time is is?" I inquire groggily.
"9:30 AM." Batman replies.
"Don't you have a job? Like a real job?" I scoff. "Ya know, the kind that supplies you the money to buy all this crap?" I joke as I gesture my arms around the room.
He grunts. For the time I've been here, I've learned one crucial thing:
Don't upset Batman.
"That's none of your business." He growls.
With that he walks out of the room, no doubt to go do more work to find out who took him.
I hop out of bed and get dressed in a pair of black leggings and a baby blue lace up shirt. I find a pair of white sneakers, and slip those on, too.
My day goes by pretty normal. I hang out with Dick in the cave, I eat food he brings down, and I have the least amount of conversations as humanly possible with Batman. I didn't want to anger him more.
The rest of the day moves pretty quickly. Dick brings down a deck of cards, and he teaches me how to play poker. Then, Batman takes a blood sample from me, and runs a few psychological tests. Later that night, Dick goes on patrol.
A few hours later, he comes home and he teaches me how to play war.
"NO!" I yell as I realize he placed down an ace.
"Looks like your out of cards! I win!" He smirks. I punch him playfully, my hand hitting his armor on the Robin suit. "Ow!" I exclaim as he laughs.
"This game is bull-shit." I mumble.
"You promised you wouldn't get salty when I won!" He teases.
"I call a rematch!" I giggle.
"No way! We both agreed no rematches!" He exclaims.
"Yeah that's when I thought I was going to win!" I yell.
"Whatever." He rolls his eyes.
"So is that a yes?" I joke.
"NO WAY!" He yells. With that I start to chase him around, as we both somersault over obstacles and flip through the air. We run up to a high platform, as I try to grab the cards from his hands.
But then, as we both go to jump over a table, my foot is caught, sending me flying into Dick. We fall off the platform, headed toward the ground below. His instincts kick in as he grabs me and twists, back facing the floor, in a position to break the landing. But then, he quickly grabs something out of his belt that looks like a gun, and shoots it up onto the railing of the platform we were just on.
We go flying up, back onto the platform. Out of breath, he jokes, "Looks like we are gonna have to work on your jumps and your landings."
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A New Life
Fanfiction14 year old Leslie Quinn is the daughter of Joker and Harley Quinn. Her life had a never ending cycle: mom and dad try to kill Batman and Robin (again), Batman puts them in Arkham, they break out, and its starts again. She is sick of it. She wants...
