This is my first Batman fig, so please bear with me. (I like bears.. óÒ)
We don't hear so much about Bruce here, but that will come.
Just to warn you, this might turn out to be a GirlxGirl story.. And both of them are some that I made up, therefore are they the only persons I own… Or… Some more,… You now that I don't own anything in Batman, only what you don't recognise, like a stone… or person.. :\
I'll just shut up now. xD
Enjoy! :D
"No, no and no! You can't, and I repeat, can't make me wear that!" I yelled. The grown-ups at the orphanage wanted me to wear a skirt… because I'm a girl! I like trousers better. They keep saying that I should wear girls' clothes… because I'm a girl! I like walking with mans outfit. Not because it looks great on me, by the way, but because it's comfortable. But the orphanage says I shouldn't… because I'm a girl! Sometimes I just wonder if it would be easier to be a boy. Maybe, maybe not. But I'm quite happy being a girl. Well… back to the story about anything else than me being a girl… even though it plays a part of this!
"Please just this once?" Amanda, the youngest one who works here, pleaded. I looked at her. Why was this so different from every other time? I guess I wouldn't find out… not yet.
I sighed. Then I grabbed the skirt and shooed Amanda out. Should I? Nah…
All of the kids were lined up and singing. Claire was playing the piano while we kids were singing. Except for me.
There were a lot of people that day. Of course this day was only special because it was time for lonely parents to adopt kids. Normally we would only sing when it was holidays.
Well… back to the 'except for me' part. I was running late… on purpose. I did not want to sing. Or wear a skirt in that case. I slammed the door open, and ran all the way up to the other children with my short brown hair flowing lightly behind me. The door slammed against the wall and slowly went back closed.
Silence filled the room as everybody, even Amanda who should be used to this, stared at me. With my nice shirt hanging loose and my trousers too big, I went up and placed myself at the end of the row of children and pretended that nobody was staring at me.
Slowly, every sound in the room returned and the piano started playing again. I knew, could FEEL, that Amanda stared at me. She was ready to rip my throat out at the moment. But she waited… as she always did. The song ended and another one started. Of course I didn't sing another reason why Amanda was going to kill me. I can't sing, so I really don't bother.
My eyes went to the bunch of persons sitting and watching our every movement, and I got shocked by what I saw. If that wasn't famous mister Bruce Wayne sittin' there all rich and handsome as he was, on the back row. I grinned. Maybe that was why today was special. I couldn't wait till we get to answer questions from the different people down there on the rows.
The singing stopped and slowly Amanda went over to me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now. I just send her a nice smile, and nodded just to piss her of. Claire stood up from the piano, and smiled as she was on her way to announce the next part of this.
"As some of you may know, we like to have you ask questions to the children." She said, and clapped her hands together. "Now, who want to ask a question? Yes?"
A man from second row stood up and smiled. He tried to get all of the kids' attention by looking them in the eyes, but I just closed mine and pretended to ignore him.
"If you got adopted, would you help us make a great family out of it?" He asked. God, was that just a stupid question. What was the point in raising then?
I yawned. Amanda clearly noticed this and elbowed me on the arm. I was so happy at the moment that I was bigger than her.
"Ouch!" I whispered just loud enough for the man, who stood up, to notice. I finally opened my eyes as Amanda puffed me again. "I'm so going to kill you, if you don't act just a little more mature!" She threatened me in a low deadly whisper.
"Heh, I know." I stuck out my tongue at her. "But you know that it won't ever happen."
The man who stood up before now sat down, a little angry with us for disturbing his 'oh so important' question.
Claire looked at both me and Amanda with a stern expression in her face. Then she turned to the rows again and smiled.
"I'm so sorry mister, can you repeat the question again. I'm not sure everybody heard it." She said. I liked that part of her. She was protecting without being disrespectful. What I liked about Amanda was something she never showed until night falls over the town.
"Sure, Ma'am." The man said, as he stood up again. "I asked if you got adopted, would you help us become a great family?" One of the kids stepped forward. Luis was his name.
"I would sir." He said. Then another kid stepped forward and another one again. They all repeated what Luis had said. I was the last one standing back after all the others had stepped forward to repeat. I was not going to answer that question. I've seemed to catch everybody's attention again. "Aren't you going to say something S-" I shot Claire a glare. She was not going to say my name and ruin the only fun part in this I had.
"No, ma'am… I'm not." And more did I not say. I was not going to be more rude than I already were. The man sat down and a woman dressed in all white stood up.
"Do you care about money?" she asked. This seemed to catch mister Wayne's attention. I wonder why… Or, I don't wonder why. That should be an obvious question. This time a little girl named Nana stepped forward.
"I money meant everything for you, then I wouldn't mind be your second thought." I always liked that kid. She was so sweet. But I understand her quite well. I watched the lady's expression all the while, while the others answered. Once again I didn't say anything.
"And you, child?" She asked me. I looked at her and at the rest of the crowd, and sighed.
"Must I be here?" I asked Amanda, and her pissed of expression was enough of an answer for me. I looked at the lady in white and then smiled. "I wouldn't give a damn if I was to be adopted by a homeless, as long as he got enough love for both me and the rest of the world." My answer sounded a bit wrong and I bit myself in the lip as I saw Amanda frown. Now it was another woman who stood up. She looked interesting with a read dress and black jacket, and a scarf around her neck.
"Would you care if the ones who adopted you weren't home that often." She asked and smirked when she saw most of the kids gasp. Why they gasped, I didn't know.
"What's the whole point in adopting us, then?" Wups… I just spoke my mind didn't I? Lots of the grown-ups gasped and some choked on their own spit. "And again, Amanda, can I please leave?" I looked at Amanda with a hopeful expression, but she just smirked. I knew it! She was taking her revenge for me not wearing a skirt.
"Excuse me, boy?" The lady with the red dress asked, growing angry. Here it was! The moment I've been waiting for. I fell on my knees laughing. Some of the other kids did too. Most of them tried to hold back, but they failed badly.
"Oh! I never get tired of this." I choked out between laughs. The lady was getting really mad which made me laugh even more.
"Hold it right there!" Claire yelled and me and the other kids who immediately stopped laughing. "I guess it's time for the presentation round." I looked forward to this. Because when this was finished, I could go to my room, get yelled at and then go to sleep. I wonder if Amanda still showed up in my room after this. I've been a real sore today.
"Why don't you start," Claire said with an amused look in her eyes. It was obvious that she had enjoyed the laughing too. "You seem ready to go to bed."
I smiled at her, and stepped forward. The lady in the red dress sat down after getting tired of waiting for me to answer. I bowed and held in a long breath.
"Hallo my name is… you will never know because you have nothing to use it for, I'm 14 years old, my birthday is in may 19, I'm a B person and like to sleep late and forget about dislikes so I don't hate anything, I love to brush my teeth and then drink orange juice, and homework is something I never make, school is something I never attend to even though I'm pretty clever if I should say so myself." I let in a lot of air, and then I started walk toward the door. I loved talking fast. It was like a challenge to me, and I just topped my record list. When I reached the door I turned to the lady in the red dress who stared after me.
Now came the climax of this and kids were readying for holding back their laughs.
"I'm very sorry for my rudeness of laughing at you, but…" I kept in a short laugh. I drove my hand through my hair and smiled a little seductive at her. "I'm a girl."
And then I left the room in complete silence. When I closed the door after me, I placed my ears at the door and listened to the few gasps and the whisper that grew louder and louder. I turned around and walked straight into something… or someone.
"I'm sorry, sir." I apologised after looking up at a man. He was looking old but not weak. He was wearing the cloth of a butler, so I guessed that was what he was.
"Apology accepted. Though it was just as much my fault miss." He said. I looked shocked at him. How could he know? He smiled at me.
"You have a girls' cheekbones, even if some people may not notice." He answered my not asked question. I blinked.
"Oh. Thank you, sir. If you'll excuse me, I have to be at my room fast." I said as I heard the next child start talking.
"Of course, miss. Have a nice day." He said and gave smiled at me as he reached his hand out, waiting for me to shake it. I shook his hand as I said, "a pleasure to meet you."
Then we separated, and I went upstairs. What a nice man, I thought. Must be nice having him as a butler. I wish I could have talked a little more, but the next child was already finished, even though their speeches usually last a lot of minutes.
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Night fell on as it does when time just flies by us. As I feared, Amanda did not come up to my room. But earlier, Claire had been here. She scolded me for an hour! But after that, she told me about the expression most of the crowd had had when I told the lady in the red dress that I was a girl. Sometimes, it was nice getting confused with boys, but other times, it could be plain pain in the arse. Claire left my room when the clock stroke half past nine and I had to sleep. Brushing teeth, getting in my pyjamas, and all the other stuff was done right before Claire came up. I lay down on my bed with a book at my side and the night lamp still on.
I heard a slight knock on the door, and Amanda entered.
"You came!" I said shocked as I sat up on my bed. She tried looking stern at me, but every time she saw me like this, she couldn't help but smile. And that information is based on experience.
I made some space for her on my bed, and she took a seat.
"Are you tired?" She asked me as she ran her hand through my hair. I shook my head and laid down again.
"Are you?" I asked. She too, shook her head. Her eyes fell on the book I had just beside my pillow. "Still using that as an alibi to fall asleep with the lights on?" She teased. I laughed and passed her the book.
"You can put it in the drawer if you like. Now that my drug is here, I wont need it." I said and laughed again. She smiled and put the book beside her.
"It can wait till you fall asleep. And you really should be careful that you won't get addicted. Drugs aren't that healthy." When those words left her lips, I smirked. "Now sleep, before you get any good ideas..!"
Her face was turning red and my smirk just grew wider. I turned around so my back was facing her, and right before I fell asleep I murmured something, mostly to myself.
"I'm already addicted." I yawned and fell asleep.
That was it.. Finished with first chapter. Please Rate&Review. :)