Chapter one
It was your first high profile case working at the DA's office, of course you weren't first chair, but the fact that your boss let you in this case was amazing! Sure he said "you're the first 25 year old assistant I'm letting be second chair, so don't fuck it yup", which didn't really show he had that much trust in you, but screw it! You were going to nail this.
You entered Gotham Court in your magnificent Manolo Blahnik stilettos (for which you spent all you first paycheck in and ended up eating crackers and water for a month, cause you had to pay the rent of your shitty apartment in Burnley) and a professional black dress with a washed pink blazer, not forgetting the ton of paper work you had in your briefcase. You stood by the audience room door, took a deep breath and entered.
Your boss wasn't there yet (well you were a bit of a punctuality freak so you got there 30 min's earlier) so you sat and started reading your notes. 15 minutes passed and you heard a commotion outside the room and looked behind to see Harley Quinn being escorted by the GCPD, surrounded by journalists and photographers. She was laughing and yelling that her right side was her good side.
She sat in the defendant's table and looked at you:
- Hi honey! Love your dress, though it could be shorter to show those cute legs! It's so great to see women in top notch positions! Girl power! – shouted Harley. You didn't really know how to respond to that, but she wasn't done talking – just one thing sweetie, if this douchebag of an attorney doesn't keep me out of Arkham and you end up wining, when I break out of there, which I always do, I will get your dresses and make sure that they're all blood stained.
You swallowed dry and look down at your notes, hands shaking. You knew she didn't make empty threats and you were overwhelmed with fear. Would this case make your career or end your life?
- Miss Hemingway? Catherine? – Said your boss putting his hand on your shoulder – are you alright? – He asked as you looked up.
- I...uhm...I…
- Get your shit together; I need your top of class brains to work.
- Yes Sir, shit is all together, I guarantee it – you said mustering the bravest expression you could at that moment.
At the middle of the session your boss told you that you would be asking the questions to the next witnesses, he wanted to test you "let's see what you can do" he whispered in your ear. You got up and when you're going to open your mouth a huge explosion echoed from outside the audience room and the doors flew open.
- This session is adjourned! Quinn, let's go! – said Poison Ivy with a mockingly tone surrounded by green smoke from the explosion.
- The only place she is going is to Arkham! – shouted Commissioner Gordon.
- Shut it pig – yelled Ivy while throwing an explosive device that rolled up to your feet, you looked down then looked up, and it exploded.
Commissioner Gordon's POV
You saw the device rolling close to the young DA's assistant, it hit her foot, she looked down and then up, her eyes were filled with shock and emptiness, she new she was going to die.
It exploded and you took cover under the bench, pieces of wood, glass, floor flying all over the place.
- What are you doing Ivy? Let's go, I wanna see Mr. J! – shouted Harley.
- I am going to finish him once and for all – said Ivy, her arms covered with some kind of plant that laced itself on your neck and started choking you.
You close your eyes as you are about to lose your senses, when you heard Ivy screaming in pain. She let you go and you noticed that her stomach area was bleeding.
- Who the hell are you? – yelled Ivy then her eyes widened and she started running away from the court.
- Commissioner? Can you move? – asked Batman that had just arrived.
- Yeah, I guess – you said while Batman held you up – who is she? – you asked while looking at a feminine figure that was floating in the middle of the smoke.
- I don't know Jim, but I plan on finding out. Robin, take the Commissioner outside to get some medical treatment, I'll take it from here.
- But I want to – Robin didn't get to finish what he was saying.
- Now, Robin. – Said Batman raising his voice.
Robin helped you get out and once you were near an ambulance and were about to thank him, he left. "Guess that's standard procedure" you thought.
Back to your POV
You woke up feeling all sore. The place you were in was dark and cold, you were on a hospital bed, with serum being injected in your veins, but you weren't at a hospital room. You looked under the covers and noticed you were in one of those things they "dress" you at the hospital.
- How are you feeling? – asked a male voice.
- What the shit? Get away from me! – You yelled not being able to see who was talking to you.
- I am not gonna hurt you, you can calm down. – Said Batman calmly coming out of the shadows.
- Ba-Batman? How? Why? I…
- Do you remember anything from last week? – he asked getting closer to help you sit.
- Last week?
- You've been out of it for a week.
- Shit, I gotta get back to work! – you said trying to get up – give me my panties Batman, yeah, I noticed.
- You woke up from a one week sleep and you don't ask me what happened, you just wanna go back to work?
- Yeah, work ethics, Batman – you were up, but sat again – what happened? – you asked looking at the floor – the last thing I remember was thinking that I was going to die.
- I'll get you some clothes and tell you all about it.
You dressed a black hoodie and basketball shorts, which were way too large for you so you had to give them a knot and sat near Batman in front of his computer.
He started playing a video of the audience room, you saw yourself in the middle of the smoke and throwing something at Ivy's stomach, then you floated a bit and fell to the floor completely naked. Batman covered you with his cape and took you away from the courthouse.
- I erased this part of the video so you're safe. – said Batman looking at you. – I took some blood samples from you as well, it seems your cells changed and now you can create and use plants as weapons.
- I can what now?
- Ivy is a biological terrorist, she, must've mixed some sort of pathogenic in that device that made you a meta-human.
- Oh shiiiiit…
- I can help you, you can control your powers via discipline, and I am the best for teaching you that.
- Wait, do people think I'm dead?
- No, I made arrangements; you are in an exclusive clinic. I have already contacted your parents and you will call them now.
- And who is paying for that clinic?
- Bruce Wayne.
- Why the hell would Bruce Wayne do that?
- Do you agree on letting me train you?
- I guess, just to control them, right? I don't have to be a fighter like you?
- I will help you and afterwards you will choose your own path.
- Let's do it. But why would Wayne pay my expenses?
- Because he has heard about your work at the DA's and wants you in his team at Wayne Enterprises and help you as best as he can – he said taking of the mask.
- So Mr. Wayne, you really like my work or you just want me to be near you so I won't kill people with my powers?
- The identity of Batman was just revealed to you and you're asking about work?
- Work ethics, Mr. Wayne – you said blinking at him.
- I want to keep an eye on you – he said getting up - but I really need a good litigator on my team, and being top of class in Harvard, meets the skills I am looking for.
- I'll do my best – you said smiling.
- Call your parents and after enter that elevator, you'll be having dinner with me.
You hung up and proceeded to the elevator, when it reached the first floor it stopped and you got into Bruce's study. He was at his desk reading the newspaper, dressed in black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt.
- Are you ready for dinner? – he said looking at your eyes with he's piercing blue ones.
- Yes Mr. Wayne – you said a little flushed, Bruce Wayne was hot, insanely hot, and knowing he was Batman made him completely fascinating.
He got up and you followed him, Wayne Manor was a beautiful place, and it overwhelmed you a bit. The two of you went to the kitchen and there was an older gentleman, about 70 years old. He had a tender smile. That kitchen was enormous, your all apartment could fit there.
- Feeling better Miss Hemingway? – said Alfred pulling a chair for you to sit in – I am Alfred, at your service.
- I am, thank you for asking, and nice to meet you – you said sitting and extending your hand for him to shake – and you can call me Catherine. – he shook your hand and smiled at you.
- Alfred, where's Damian? – asked Bruce picking up a piece of bread.
- He is in his room reading Master Wayne. – Bruce went near a wall where there was an intercom.
- Damian, dinner, now. – he said, then sat at the table.
What's for dinner? – asked a 12 year old looking boy, very similar to Bruce, black hair, blue eyes and a smirk on his lips. – you told plant girl everything didn't you? – he said looking at you.
- I guess this is Robin – you said looking at him – you seemed nicer on tv – and gave him a fake smile.
- Master Damian, manners… – Said Alfred putting Damian's plate in front of him.
- It's Catherine – you said getting up and extending your hand to him.
- Hi – he said shaking it.
Alfred served your plate and sat next to you to eat his.
- So, since everyone is here, I would like to welcome Catherine to our home and say that her things will be here tomorrow – said Bruce eating a bit of his food.
- Wait, what? – you asked almost choking on yours.
- If you're gonna have an effective training you'll need to be here a lot, so we'll save you the trouble of commuting. – Continued Bruce.
- Mr. Wayne I can't accept that, I have a house, and a contract with my landlord. – you said looking in to his eyes.
- It's Bruce, and I already took care of it.
- Ok, Bruce, if I am going to live here, there is one thing I would like you to know – you said firmly while standing up and approaching him – I make my own decisions, not Bruce Wayne, not Batman, no one, but me.
- Got it, welcome to Wayne Manor – he said smiling at you.