A Word to The Readers: This is my first attempt at a fan fiction of any kind. I haven't written anything for a while so I am no doubt rusty. The idea for this story came from a role play I'm doing with some of my friends. They allowed me to write a story treatment for this and I appreciate it. Hope all of you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction. All characters are exclusive property and owned by DC Comics Inc. The characters of Raya and Azuri are characters being used in the role play, but are not owned by DC. A special thanks to my friends Kelsey Weekly and Jamie Cleland for encouraging me to write this. Credit for the idea goes to them.

Chapter 1

The mall's parking lot was just as full as ever, when a black Lamborghini pulled up to the doors. A few shoppers mostly women and their young children, stopped to look at the car as it screeched to a halt. It wasn't a hard guess at who the driver was – or the passenger. Leaning over to give her dad a quick peck on the cheek, Raya Wayne adoptive daughter of billionaire playboy philanthropist Bruce Wayne reached for the door. "Thanks for the ride, dad. See you in a few hours," she chirped. The door opened and she grabbed for the thin chain strap of her black purse, when her dad's voice stopped her: "Here." he said. As usual, he'd handed her a money clip with an unknown amount pinned in the oddly shaped clip. She smiled, shut the door, and waved. Just moments before the car pulled away from the curb, she was making her way to the doors of the mall. As she walked, she added the clip to her hair just above her right ear.

After the Lamborghini had pulled away a small, beat-up car pulled up to the curb and a strikingly gorgeous young woman, Azuri stepped out. After she stepped out she gave a wave, the blonde haired woman who was driving the car waved back, "Be careful…and don't be out too late we need you home tonight." she said, sweetly. Azuri gave a smile and had actually planned on walking home, it usually benefitted her because there was less of a schedule, but she had decided it wasn't best to argue the point.

"See you later…" she said, with a smile. "I won't."

Azuri was wearing her name brand solid pink t-shirt and black and white checkered skirt. Fashion was and wasn't her thing. She usually wore whatever she wanted. She carried a black leather purse with a thin strap that she wore across her body. It had some money in it to buy her whatever she wanted, but she usually tried to limit her purchases to just one thing. She made her way into the mall, and immediately proceeded into her favorite store. Azuri loved looking at the dresses, and was hoping to buy a particular dress she'd had her eyes on for some time, but had been unable to buy because then she didn't have the money.

"Where is it?" she asked, as she looked at the dresses on one of the racks not seeing the one she'd been wanting.

"They've moved everything again…" she complained as she walked past the rack and made her way over to another. Looking through the dresses on the rack, she smiled her eyes lighting up there it was. "Lucky day…" she said softly as she went to take the last remaining one from the rack.

Raya entered the nearest store, ignoring the obvious looks of anyone who she passed. Though she was "casually" dressed, her attire signaled that she came from wealth. Raya wore a tiny black skirt and baby blue designer halter top; even her purse was a product of a top-end designer. The only item that seemed rather cheap was the odd clasp in her hair: a tiny black bat that was barely visible against her black hair. By the way she clutched her purse it was obvious that she often had someone accompanying her on her shopping sprees. Raya eyed the dress rack closest to her, skimming through the dresses until she came to one she'd like to try on. She reached for a dress, if only to get a better look at it. It was the only one left, and it looked like it might fit her. It was, she considered, at least worth trying on.

"Mine." Azuri chimed with a grin as she pulled the dress rather quickly from the rack and held it up to herself looking at a nearby mirror. She'd seen the other girl looking at it, but she wanted it, and from the looks of it the other girl could buy the store. Having that in mind she looked at the other girl, "I saw it first." she said, bluntly, speaking to the other girl as though she were a spoiled brat which she assumed she was. It was usually a little hard for people to tell what Azuri was thinking but it was clear she wanted the dress. Though, her slightly worn slip-on shoes were a distinct hint that she probably didn't own a pair of heels.

Raya eyed the girl, then the dress. She gave the girl a hesitant smile, saying, "I'll give you twenty bucks." She patted her purse for a moment, hoping the gesture would be enough. The only time she ever opened her purse was to pay for something or to grab her phone, not to bribe some stranger into letting her have a dress. Then, again, there were usually duplicates of everything in the store.

Azuri clearly thought for a moment, "I don't think so, um, whatever your name is…" she said giving a dismissive wave. "I saw it first, and I had to SAVE money to get it…Though, I don't suppose letting you try it on would hurt…after all it might not fit either of us…" she said still clearly thinking.

"Anyway, before that…My name's Azuri, my friends call me Azu, and your name is?" she asked at least wanting to know the name of the other person who wanted the dress.

Raya was momentarily surprised then remembered she hadn't come in with either her dad or Alfred. She raised her hand from her purse, saying, "Raya. I don't really have a nickname." She was usually addressed as "Miss" by most people, but like hell was she going to say that everyone called her "Miss" anything. Holding her hand out to Azuri, she added, "Nice to meet you, Azuri." No one could be a friend right off the bat her dad had shown her proof of that. Therefore, it was best to start with her full name and not a nickname.

Azuri smiled, "It's nice to meet you too, Raya…" she said taking her hand and shaking it gently.

She looked around, "We should go try this on…" she said holding up the dress. In truth she'd noticed some people, three actually, watching them, more importantly, watching the bag that Raya carried.

She leaned in close, "By the way, if you cling to your bag like it's loaded with cash, people will assume it's loaded with cash. Now, let's move." She said in a little more than a whisper, so only Raya could hear. Grabbing Raya's hand she headed for the fitting-room.