A/N:...So... Yeah... Um...
Fang: And you had this whole speech planned out.
Me: Yeah. Okay, let's try this. This is my story. Had been thinking about writing it for a while. Don't really know where it's going to go... That's all I can think of right now...
Fang: Bravo, bravo! Really wonderful! (Insert sarcastic clapping here)
Me: Shut up... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't really own anything...
Hey, my name is Rosalinda Harrison. I know really Spanish first name, lame as all get out last name. I don't know what to tell you except you don't pick your parents. But anyways, that's not important… I guess I should tell you the reason I'm doing this stupid thing. It's supposed to be therapeutical after "all that I went through as a child." League's therapist's words not mine, but here it goes…
The key to successfully robbing a bank is acting like everything is completely normal and you have nothing to hide. That's what I have found from my years of doing it, anyways. I've been robbing banks since I was eight and convenience stores since I was four. Even ran a thief ring for a while. I don't like doing it, but it's the only choice I've got. Of course, it helps when you have telepathy, telekinesis, and the power of suggestion. However, even with all of this to help me, I knew there was a day I would get caught… I just never expected it to be by Batman.
I had success fully been hiding right under his nose for years. On his scholarship program even! I went to Gotham Academy on the Bruce Wayne Scholarship program. Every year, I sent in my manuscripts to stay on the program and forged my "parent's" signatures on all the forms. I had been doing it since I was four and everything was going swimmingly. I had even turned an old warehouse into my own personal mansion. I had everything you could possibly ask for…except family…or friends… I had friends, don't get me wrong. Just not real close ones. Not for a long time. But anyways, my life of crime caught up with me after a while. I got careless. Left a trace. Batman found my hideout. Apparently, they had been looking for me for a while. Well, now they've found me and it's either prison or joining their stupid, little young justice league. Honestly, I probably would have chosen prison…if it hadn't been for the rest of my life… Hey, I hate heroes as much as the next guy, but I hate the idea of looking at the inside of Belle Reve for the rest of my life even more. I wonder what story they will come up with to explain where I came from. They sure as hell aren't going to tell the truth. And all I know is that I'm going kicking and screaming.
A/N: I realize it's short. This was just getting my feet wet. Let it be for the record that I have never robbed a bank or convenience store so I do not know how one would rob them... I have also never run a thief ring (or even know if it is a real thing) so don't ask... CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome... By the way, suggestions for a justice league member to claim her are welcome.