I only own Grace Tall
3rd person POV
Grace was in the car on the way to her uncle's mansion (this is her biological uncle, her mom was adopted) in Gotham city. Alfred drove the car up the road until the beautiful mansion came to view; it was old and had a long drive way. A man came out wearing a normal business man suit, a simple evergreen colored tie, with a pair of black pants and jacket.
"Grace, how have you been?" Uncle Bruce came over and shook her hand.
"Good, it's been a long time hasn't?" The 15 year old greeted her uncle like an adult.
"Yes it has. Come on in" Uncle Bruce lead her in to the mansion and in to a big room; it had a creamy white colored walls, candles filled the room, and a deep red bed. Alfred followed with Grace's langue and set it down by the fireplace. Grace unpacked and went into her own bathroom just a meter away from the bookshelf to put her stuff in there right places. Grace looked in the mirror, her curly locks of dark brown matched her expression perfectly; brave and kind. She looked at her straighter; I haven't used that since the last day at my old house. Grace thought this as she grabbed the straighter and started to straighten her hair.
1 hour of straitening hair
Grace looked at herself put her hair in a pony tail and headed out the door to the city…
A/N the invader zim cast will show up in the next chapter, you had to read half Irkens before this because you then won't know what's going on. And to those who read it, this is like a time where they don't have Tak trying to kill Grace…