Before The Storm

I Do Not Own Batman or anything else, except my OC(s)!

  Shout out to @LilBeanNik for making this cover for my story. I recommend reading some of the stories she has written. They are pretty good :D     

"Flight 23 will be leaving shortly for Gotham City" The woman on the intercom said loudly.

I stood up from my chair and walked over to the woman who was taking tickets for the flight. I handed her my ticket before boarding the plane and taking my seat. I let out a sigh as a huge man who smelled funny sat next to me. He was smacking his lips together as chewed on something. The man looked at me and smiled showing horrible yellow teeth.

"My names Harold" He said and continued his lip smacking.

"Lily" I said as I tried to hide my annoyance.

I turned my head to the window next to me and hoped that the plane ride to Gotham would be over soon. Not because of the man next to me, but because I was dying to see my Grandfather, who was so kind to ask his boss if I could stay with them for a while My Grandfather's boss, Bruce Wayne, who I had met a lot growing up was like an older brother to me. Though I haven't seen him in the last eight years.

My grandfather Alfred has told me every time I asked him when he came to visit me,  in New York once a year that Bruce has been very busy with some soul searching. I was brought out of my thoughts when the man, Harold began to cough moving all over the seat knocking into me once in a while. I growled lowly at him as he cleared his throat making a sickening sound.

"Sorry" He muttered before spitting in a cup.

I gagged a little and turned away from him. I got out my iPod and began to listen to my music loudly to ignore the man next to me. As my music blocked out the world around me, I couldn't help, but think about my Mother and Father. I could remember their cheerful smiles. Smiles that I have missed seeing in the last thirteen years. You see my parents were driving home one night and stopped at a gas station to get some things. They were paying for their things when a group of robbers walked into the store shooting everyone in there. My parents died along with ten people. The robbers were never caught.

I was only sixteen when that happened and I was forced to live with my Aunt and Uncle with their four children. To say that they treated me like one of their own would be a lie. A lie that I had to tell family and friends, until I reached the age of eighteen. That's when I moved to New York and went to a culinary school. Ever since my Mother had taught me to cook at a young age, I had wanted to own my own restaurant. I have recently graduated from the school and have no where to else to go, beside to Bruce's.

I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep ignoring the man next to me. About twenty minutes of trying, I had manage to fall asleep, but for only a few hours. But I did not mind being woken up by the stewardess, because when I was woken up the plane had arrived in Gotham. I thanked the woman as I got out of my seat. I quickly exited the plane and walked into the airport passing the man I had sat next too. I stopped walking with a wide smile on my face as I saw my Grandfather waiting for me with a small sign. I rushed over to him hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me.

"It's great to see you my little Lily" He said as he held me out at arms length looking me up and down, "You have grown since I last saw you"

I laughed as he removed his arms, but stopped when he reached for my luggage, that I had tossed on the ground when I went to hug him.

"I can carry them, Papa" I told him as I reached for them.

"I won't let my Granddaughter carry her own luggage, especially after a long flight like yours" He said and took my suitcases from me.