Chapter One

I scratched my ear carefully, making sure that I didn't hit the earring in the cartilage. I had it done a week ago, and it still hurt like a motherfuck. Oh wells. Scanning the room, I sip my champagne and look for an exit. No such luck. Then I realise my younger sister is trying to get my attention. With that annoying habit of saying my full name.

"Ophelia Jean Kenway! I am trying to talk to you!" she whines and even stomps her foot. Really?

I nod, "Obviously". Amelia frowns with a familiar expression, not understanding what I just said. I roll my eyes and start to move away. My beloved twin sister pulls off another annoying habit. She flicked me. Right at the spot where I had shaved a small part of my hair. I turned around and was fully prepared to launch into argument mode when she dragged me closer to her and pointed across the lavish ballroom.

"See, that's Bruce Wayne! Isn't he dreamy?" Amelia whispered to me and grinned.

I shrugged, "I guess? He's not really my type…"

Emey looked shocked, mouth open and everything, and said, "How can you say that? It's not like you've talked with him or anything".

I blinked a few times. Had my sister just said something that made sense? I stared at her, trying to see if she was secretly an alien or something. "Yeah I guess…" I trailed off, still staring.

Our aunt Penelope glided over to us. Aunt doesn't walk, run or even mildly jog. She must glide. "Girls, we are new here. We must make a good impression if we want to get a place in Gotham's high society" Aunt looked at us expectantly then began to make discreet shooing motions, "Well, go on. Mingle!" With that, Aunt glided away to probably go yap on some poor bastard's ear.

I sighed and turned to Emey. In a dead serious voice said "Alright, you go court Wayne and get him to marry you. I will continue to court this corner. The one that no one is around" I gestured to a nearby corner. Amelia rolled her eyes and pointed to another man across the room.

"How about him? He looks nice…" she trailed off as the man in question gave us death glares. For no apparent reason.

"Yeah, no" I said, flicking the bird at the weird guy. Discreetly, of course. His forehead had a vein that looked it was about to pop. Amelia did a fish impression and stared at me. It was weird seeing such expressions on a face that was pretty much mine. I punched her shoulder and Aunt glided back over to us. She was looking at Emey but she had a disapproving air to her.

"What are you two doing?" in the same voice that commanded attention in a board room. I stared off in the distance, trying to ignore her as my sister promptly told Aunt everything. Amelia never could resist her. There's a reason why Penelope Kenway was known to some as the Woman Made From Iron. It wasn't business tactics that's for sure. Iron Woman turned her attention to me.

"You did what?" she asked quietly but furiously. Aunt was one of those kinds of people who didn't get loud when angry, she got quiet. Scary quiet.

"I need some fresh air" I said abruptly and walked outside. I nearly tripped over my dress in my stupid high heels. I sat down on a nearby fountain and ripped off the goddamn shoes. Rubbing my feet, I looked around trying to see if anyone else was around. Seeing no one, I swiveled around and dipped my feet in the cool water. The soft material of my long black dress moved in the slight breeze. I shuddered due to my plunging neckline and no back.

"Hello Ms Kenway" a male voice behind me said. I turned around the best. I could while keeping my feet in the water. It was the Weird Guy Who I Flicked The Middle Finger At. Great. I took a quick sip of my champagne.

"Hello" I greeted in response, "You know my name but I don't know you".

Guy chuckled, "You know me well enough to give me the middle finger". The tips of my ears burned. I shrugged and turned away. I heard fabric ripping. I looked back at the man. What the hell was he doing? He had ripped his shirt and slapped himself in the face. The champagne flute was ripped from my hand and smashed on the ground. Guy grabbed my wrists and tried to pull me out of the fountain. I started struggling and hitting his chest. Guy grinned then started yelling.

He was screaming shit like "Get off me" and "Stop hitting me". What the hell was this guy on? The worse thing was, he got the attention that it seemed he was looking for. Soon, guys were pulling us apart and holding me back. What the flying fuck? The Weird Guy started saying that I had attacked him for no reason when he was asking if I was okay. I thrashed against the men holding me. What on earth was going on? I tried to reason with the men and I stopped moving.

"Please let me go. I haven't done anything…." I pleaded. Soon the police came. Who called the fucking police? An officer took down Weird Guy's statement and another took down mine after the men had let me go. I told him what happened, starting from the party to where they found me. Most of the party guests had moved outside. Guess the police are more interesting. I saw Emey standing next to that Bruce Wayne guy. Next to her was Aunt Penelope, looking disappointed. I moved my eyes away, focusing on my accuser. He was glaring at my sister and Wayne. Especially Wayne.

"Alright Mr Elliot. You can go, we may want to talk to you further later on" said the officer.

The glare vanished as quickly as it had been seen. "Actually, it's Doctor Elliot" said Doctor Elliot smugly. The cop apologised but Doctor Elliot just thanked him for stopping me or something along those lines. Who the hell was this guy? The cops seemed to be bending over backwards to make sure he got what he wanted. And it appeared that what he really wanted was me in the back of the police car. In the getting arrested way. Not the porno way. God no. Well I hope he doesn't want that. These cops might give it to him. Anyway, the officer who took my statement led me to the car. He advised me to watch my head while gently pushing me in after handcuffing me. His partner got in after an ear bashing from the Woman Made From Iron Who Probably Wishes She Wasn't Related To Me. Looking out the window, Amelia was yakking to Wayne while hanging on his arm. Either protesting my innocence or condemning me, and also mentioning that we were incredibly close looking cousins or something. Whatever she was saying, Bruce Wayne didn't seem too interested in it. He was sort of glaring at me but not really, more like seriously contemplating something.

Maybe he thought I didn't do anything. Well, he could think or judge or whatever all he wanted. He couldn't help me now. As we drove anyway, I realised the worst part. I was being taken to a police station, probably charged with assault, my legs were really cold and I had no shoes on.

"Ms Ophelia Kenway" said an older man with hair that was more white than grey. "I am Police Commissioner James Gordon. How are you feeling?" He asked laying a manila folder on the grey metal table. I was taken to an interview room after arriving at that station. I had been about an hour before I got to see anyone. They gave me some old shoes for me to wear. It wasn't too bad but they felt weird and uncomfortable.

"Alright considering" I shrugged.

The Commissioner stared at me before saying "Considering…?" with a roll of his wrist, indicating I should continue.

"Considering I'm being accused of attacking some guy I had barely talked to. Look, I'm not crazy or anything. I don't go around attacking random people!" I said, my voice rising slightly in distress.

"Well it says here in your juvenile record-" began Gordon as I cut him off.

"My juvie record? That's supposed to be sealed! Wait, why would the Police Commissioner be interested in an assault case?" I asked.

Gordon sighed, "Ms Kenway, you have been alleged of assaulting Dr Thomas Elliot". He put emphasis on the name and acted as if I should know who it was.

"Should I mention that my family and I are new to Gotham so we don't really know anyone yet?" I revealed.

He nodded and told me, "Well, the Elliots are like the Waynes as the families have been in Gotham a long time. Dr Elliot is also a well-respected surgeon who works at the Arkham Asylum, an asylum for the criminally insane".

Gordon looked through my file while I stayed silent. I was going to get out of this mess? Once I was prompted by the Commissioner, I told him my entire story. He left soon after. As he did, I felt a sinking feeling. Was I actually gonna make it out of this shit or will I have to spend time in prison or something? What would happen to me if I wasn't released and had to go to prison? I shuddered.

My hearing for bail went terribly. The lazy court appointed lawyer barely knew what was happening. I had a wonderful visit from my aunt beforehand to tell me that I wouldn't be getting good legal representation. Apparently my daft mother wanted me to go to jail and had refused paying for a lawyer. Probably sick of having to pay for a lawyer as pretty much had one on retainer as a kid.

Anyway, the prosecutor said I was a danger to society. Me? A danger to society? I'm too cute to be a danger to anything, much less an entire society. Honestly. In the end, my goddamn lawyer said that I was "mentally unstable". The worst thing was that the judge agreed.

I was to be reprimanded to the Arkham Asylum without bail until my trial started in two weeks. Needless to say I was shocked. The amazing, fabulous Dr Elliot gave me a small, hidden smile from across the courtroom. He had something to do with this. Didn't the Commissioner say he worked at that asylum? Well…

Before the court cops grabbed me I shouted "Wait!" Chatter in the court that was previously rampaging, silenced. I licked my lips, thinking of how to word my oncoming sentence. Always think on your feet hun as my Dad used to say. "Isn't dangerous for me to live in the same place of that as the man I am accused of assaulting works? He could possibly make me change my story or something…" The judge looked unconvinced as I trailed off. Before he spoke, probably to call me stupid, I jumped in with, "Wouldn't it be classified as a conflict of interest?"