Long Live the Queen

Chapter • 1

"Lady Y/n?" A voice of uncertainty calls from the door. Y/n turns her head only slightly, enough to face her, however. "Your father's sent me to fetch and bring you downstairs. He has some important news."

The 17-year-old pulls herself out of her bed, gently placing her book on her mahogany desk which was positioned in the corner of her bedroom. "Do you know why? I was completing my homework."

"Sorry to intrude, Lady Y/n. I'm unsure, but from what I can gather, it has something to do with the Wayne family."

"I see."

With that, she pushes past the maid, Elaine, and downstairs to her father's office. She never got along with Elaine, she's too soft and scared for someone as intense and confident as Y/n.

She ponders between taking the stairs or the elevator to reach the second floor of Queen Manor. She shrugs and takes the elevator. Who wants to walk up all those stairs? Not her, that's certain.

She presses a button that leads to a floor dedicated only to her father's office. The elevator that opened directly into his private office, a huge room with floor-to-ceiling, giving views of almost everyone around them. The two remaining walls contained a door, a low bookshelf, and a single oil painting—a vase of flowers by Vincent van Gogh.

The black glass surface of his desk was equally uncluttered: a computer, a leather notebook, and a framed photograph of Mrs. Queen.

"You requested to see me?" She said. "Father?"

His arms were folded behind his back as he stared down upon his city; his very creation, according to him.

"Do you ever wonder why I chose to live in the outskirts of the city?" The man with stringy black hair says.

Knowing it'd be rude to answer, she simply says, "Why?"

"I am a Mafia Boss, Y/n, honestly, I thought you were brighter."

She heaves a sigh, "Yes, yes. Sorry." Despite her grades, which were off the charts, she could never satisfy her father.

He was like that... he could never be satisfied.

Hungry for power, money, land, and fear. No one knows about his association with the mafia, they know him as one of the richest in the world—nothing more. But when he's undercover as a mafia boss, he goes by Scarlet. That's why Mrs. Queen left.

"Anyway," He sinks into his seat, motioning for his daughter to sit. She obeys. "I'd like to discuss with you... moving to the center of Gotham City. We were invited by Wayne Enterprises to attend the Charity Ball. What are your thoughts on this?"

"Move permanently or-"

"Yes. Permanently. I'm selling this manor to Fish Moony. That is when she has enough money to afford it."

"Already planning ahead, I see."

"I have been planning ahead, Y/n. I've been planning for this since I inherited my father's business and improved on it; making it better than ever before," Mr. Queen remarked.

"Planned... what?"

He snickers coldly as if it were obvious. His voice sent a chill down Y/n's back, goosebumps growing across her legs. "The murder of Martha and Thomas Wayne, of course," He responded finally.

"What?"

"I have a task for you, Y/n."

"Fun," She rolls her eyes sarcastically.

"I need you to murder the Wayne boy."

"What?"

"I need you to seduce him and strike him when his guard is down. But I will tell you when the time is right. I need to win the trust of Martha and Thomas first, of course. Thus, they will trust me in taking care of that billionaire brat when they die. Then, after they're six feet under, he'll join them."

"What's the point of this?" Her brows furrowed as a frown grew on her face.

Mr. Queen smirks, "Money, what else? The Wayne boy will inherit their fortune and Wayne Enterprises. You will seduce him to the point where he will ask to marry you. After you are married, we shall kill him, and you will take his fortune—which I will have access to."

"You vile man," she snapped through gritted teeth. "You would never be satisfied with what you have, can you?"

"What are your thoughts on this, my daughter?" Mr. Queen reaches forward, his hand gently cupping her naturally rosy cheek. She jerks away in disgust. "Are you up for it? Or are you willing to die?"

She knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill her if he had no use for her anymore. She lives under his roof, eats from his money, and sleeps only because he allows it. Who is she to defy him?

"You won't end up like mommy if you prove to be useful to me," He whispers, his grin growing wider. "I promise."

"I-" Y/n pauses, "I-I'll do it..."