The hidden light

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Casey walked inside the bakery, the smell of sweets hitting her nose. She looked at all the bread and cookies. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun that somehow managed to match her flowy light purple dress and cowgirl boots. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the smell.

"Ma'am, may I get by?" A gruff voice said behind her.

She turned around and stepped out of the way, "sorry."

"perfectly--, " The gruff voice stopped when he caught sight of Casey's face.

Casey looked up at him and gasped, it was Bruce Fucking Wayne.

He smiled, "It's you, " He whispered.

Casey smiled nervously. "Yes?" she answered.

"We danced at the ball, remember?" Bruce said with hopeful eyes.

Bruce smile widens, "I never got your name."

"I'm Casey, Casey Jamoue, " she smiled.

"Beautiful name."

"Thank you." Casey flashed a smile at him before being mesmerized by the delicious sweets. She snapped out of it, "I'm sorry for leaving on short notice again but I have to make an order and get to the art store before it closes."

Bruce nodded. Casey walked past him before ordering her loaves of bread. She paid and took the loaves of bread in her plastic bag before walking out the door towards the art shop.

She hummed her favorite song as she walked. She walked inside and looked at all the paints and art supplies.

She carefully chose what she wanted. After grabbing a new tube of white paint she reached for a canvas before catching sight of the price and retreating her hand. She walked over to check out.

She was already thinking of all the things she could paint. But alas those were all dreams. She couldn't afford it and she only stole things that Glerys and her needed but couldn't pay for.

She sighed, Everything was just a dream to her, something out of reach. Bruce watched from the other side of the street, as she left the art store her tube of paint in hand walking towards home.

He smiled a little. "Artest?" he chuckled as he walked into the store.

-Time Skip-

The phone rang as Casey painted in her room, "Glerys can you pick it up?"

"Sure," Glerys said before answering the phone, "hello?"

"Hi is this Miss. Jamoue?" A man spoke.

"No, I'll go get her. Who am I speaking with?" Glerys asked politely.

"The owner of the art store."

"Ok," Glerys quickly walked over to Casey, "Yo, the owner of the art store is on the phone asking for you."

"ok, " Casey said a bit confused as she answered the phone. "Hello?" After a few moments, Casey hung up the phone before cheering with joy.

"What happened?" Glerys asked confused.

"Someone saw my art in the store and wants me to paint some pictures for their mansion! All expenses paid!"

"That's awesome!" Glerys jumped up and down

"I think I might pass out."

"Don't you dare," Glerys glared.

"I'll try."

Glerys smile returned. Casey smiled, "If I do this right, I could get a job and we would never have to steal again."

Glerys nodded, "That would be great." Casey nodded in agreement.

-Place jump-

"So you found out her name, Master Bruce?" Alfred smiled as he brought out a tray.

"Yeah," Bruce smiled.

Bruce rolled his eyes at him, "Casey."

"Good Irish name, but please tell me you got her last name."

"Jamoue."

Alfred froze, "You didn't recognize that name, did you." Bruce looked confused at him. "That's the last name of a robber that was imprisoned with his partner. Master Bruce that girl is the daughter of a crook."

Bruce almost choked on his saliva. "what?!" he exclaimed.

Dick looked shocked as well. They all sat there in shock.