Broken (Jason Todd x OC)

10. Dance

=--Allison--=

Eventually, I got bored of sitting on the floor and decided to sit on my bed instead. So I just zoned out and figured someone would get me when I was needed. Although the bed was soft, it was uncomfortable. It was like I was sinking into it, and it was fluffy. I didn't let the fact that this bed probably costs more than my whole wardrobe bother me though. Instead, I sat Indian style, staring at the wall, and clearing my head.

"Allison, come get lunch." Dick knocked on my door, snapping me out of my daze. 

I opened the door and walked out, nodding at Dick before making my way to the kitchen. I used my mental map to make sure I went the right way. I eventually ended up in the dining room, where Bruce sat with some food. I sat down at the other end of the table, while Dick came in behind me and sat in the middle of Bruce and me.

"How did you remember where it was?" Dick asked me, while Alfred came into the room.

I muttered a quick "Wasn't hard." before directing my attention to the food. 

There was s sandwich, with chips on the side, and a glass of juice. The sandwich was cut up though like I would cut up sandwiches for the kids. In small little triangles. I picked up one of the pieces and took a bite. 

It was gross. It probably had a bunch of condiments, and rich people stuff on it. I didn't let my distaste show, and took another bite, before putting it down on the plate.

"May I please be excused?" I interrupt whatever conversation the others were having and they all turn to look at me.

Bruce nods. "Yeah, Alfred will take your plate. You should eat some more though." He looks down at my plate when saying the last bit.

"Not hungry," I tell him and stand up, starting to make my way to the door.

"Actually Allison, can you come sit here for a second. We have some things to discuss with you." Bruce says making me sigh. Of course, he would change his mind now.

"It will only take a second!" Dick buts in looking at me. 

I make my way back to my chair and sit down. 

Bruce and Dick look at each other before changing seats and moving closer to me.

"So I know that you had a rough life," Bruce starts talking making me roll my eyes. He knows what's in my file, not my life. He notices my actions but continues talking anyway. "But now that you are here I am going to need you to act more mature. More polite. I am sure that you know your manners, but I need you to use them. You don't have to talk yet, but once you get settled in you are going to need to. You will attend our events, including the gala this weekend. We will have the gala in honor of you officially joining the Wayne family." He speaks in a tone saying that it is final. I just huff and nod, rolling my eyes again.

"You will go shopping soon to get more appropriate outfits. You will need to change your attitude and personality so that you can be a proper Wayne." Bruce says, adding to his previous statement.

I laugh slightly at this and stand up from my chair. "Good thing I'm not a Wayne then, Isn't it?" I say rhetorically before walking out. I make my way to the aerial room, ready to let go. 

I open the doors and look for what to wear. I pick out a skin color leotard and a small blue dress that has pockets. I walk over to the phone, and speaker system and look through the songs. I  scroll through a bunch of weird songs, fun songs, slow songs until I find one familiar.

Although I haven't used anything like this in a while, I would still practice the best I could. I would go to local pubs, and perform, or find other ways to still practice.