Chapter 1 - Surprise!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Justice League characters
Claimer: I own my characters and story
Note: Sorry that I have disappeared for a long time, I had not only college to do (yes I know, if those that knew, you could not believe a nineteen-year-old that looks like an eighth grader is actually a college student) and there was too much drama that I will not describe it. ANYWAYS, I hope that you like this story, my friend Dragonrider7 helped me rant on this so credit also go to her. ENJOY OR DIE! Lol just kidding, but seriously Read&Review.
Jocelyn POV
Today is such a depressing day. I loved that the sun isn't out. I also love the fact there is no rain with the sun-less sky.
But what made it depressing was the funeral of my mom and dad (actually my real dad died before I was born, but I call him 'dad' because the closest thing to a fatherly figure I have known). Yeah, it kinda sucks to go to your parent's funeral, when you're sixteen.
That's right, I'm a sixteen year old girl, wearing goth/punk/emo clothes, piercings (only in the ear, and I have at least two of them) and have a tattoo on my lower back of a bat, also mentioning that I have medium black with electric blue hair and cold grey eyes, and am standing next to a coffin of my dead parents.
To top it off, the only (living) relative who came to the funeral was my evil aunt, Veronica, and my uncle, Clinton.
Aunt Veronica is a woman who is a huge gold-digger who wears clothes three times too small for her. She has long curly hair, evil green eyes, huge boobs and butt, and just plain evil. Just not like Poison Ivy since they ALMOST look alike.
Uncle Clinton is a very skinny man, light brown hair with a little grey on the side, brown eyes and he always looking around for some odd reason. They are both related to my dad.
From what my mom told me, however, she didn't have siblings, but I had a feeling that she was lying. But then again, I never had proof of it.
I watched as my deceased parents were descending to the depths of the earth.
Everyone who wasn't family left the area while wiping tears away as they said their last goodbyes to them.
Only me, my aunt, and uncle, were the only ones still at my parents grave.
For once in my life, I had never felt this... alone.
I noticed a tall old man in a black suit with some type of folder standing there, looking at us.
"Are you the family members?" he asked.
Before I could answer, my aunt answered with a perfect southern accent, "Yes we are. And who you might be?"
He chuckled, "My name is Richard Simons, I am Mrs. and Mr. Johnson's lawyer, and they have written their wills to me."
He used his hand as he gestured to a polished black limousine that was parked on the side of Gotham Cemetery, "Now if you three would just follow me to the car and we will discuss the will in private."
My aunt hurried to the car, as I slowly started my way and my uncle shuffled along. Richard followed us behind. He told the driver where to drive and we rode in silence.
On the way, my aunt was drinking some type of champagne and my uncle was still slightly nervously looking around.
I, however, was looking outside. I never cared much about the will part. From every movie I have ever seen that has to do with funerals and the wills about them, there was always some messed up thing that happens like a treasure/only you can save the world crap or you discovered that they have a secret relative that they never knew about.
We reached a very tall building, possibly 5 stories high and it looked pretty cool. We walked into the building and into the elevator. The elevator took us into the 15th floor, which happened to be the conference room. We all sat in the chairs as Mr. Simons, grabbed the folder and what looked like a cd.
"Now," he started as he took out his glasses and began reading, "Miss Veronica Johnson."
She sat up a little, trying to be sexy and all, "Yes Mr. Simon, what's the news."
He glances at her up quickly, raises an eyebrow, and looked back in the folder, "Your brother, Roger, left you only with $5,000 out of his cartoon collection."
She glared slightly at him like a rattlesnake would if you in their space, ready to strike, "That's it?"
He nodded, and continued, "Anyways, Mr. Clinton Johnson, your brother also left $5,000 to you, but with his other collection of comic books."
My uncle looked up and just nodded. I guess he was still emotional about the death of his brother, my father.
Mr. Simons turns to me, "You must be the daughter of them."
I simply nodded.
He reads, "You mother left you two things, one of them is about $1,000,000 under your name."
My eyes, along with my aunt's and uncle's, grew when he told me how much I got from my mom. I never knew she had that money. How did she get that? D-Did she steal from a bank or something before meeting dad and settling down?
"However," he continued, not even noticing our reaction, "you cannot use the money until you are either 18 or responsible enough to even use the money."
My aunt stood up, "Your mother is right about that. And I cannot leave to see what would happen to my beautiful niece if anything happened to her."
I knew she wanted to sweet talk my parent's lawyer to make me live with her so she can have the money.
"Well, that is what the second part of the will is about." Mr. Simons said as he placed the cd into the DVD player and it showed my mother face on the TV.
"Hi baby girl, it's your mama." She started, "If you are watching this, which means I have passed on and the world is in great danger."
"Say what?" I shouted in my head.
She continued, "You only have 90 days to stop the destruction of the world, and the only way to stop it is to find a buried treasure in Antarctica."
I blinked a couple of times, "Antarctica... it has to be a joke."
There was a silent moment for a while, until she started laughing.
"Oh I'm sorry baby," she said trying to control her laughs, "but you know I was just joking and all."
I smiled a little, she has a weird sense of humor, but I understand that sense of humor.
"Anways," she continued now being serious, "into the real business. Mr. Simons probably already told you that you have your inheritance money from me... and that your disgusting aunt is trying to feel sorry for you."
I glance at her quickly and saw the death glare at my mother's beautiful face. She was pissed.
"And ten-to-one says that she said that you can't leave it to your hands now or something close to that." She said, rolling her eyes, "but she is right."
My eyes kinda got huge but I stayed calm about it.
"The good news is that you are not living with either your aunt Veronica or your uncle Clinton." She started.
I sighed in relief but confused about who I was going to stay at.
"The bad news was, I never told you the truth..." she said with a sad looked in her eyes.
"I ran away from my family after a burglar shot my parents after taking my little brother to the movies. I wasn't the same since, and I highly doubt he was the same. It was a very tragic moment in our life. I was ten and he was eight when we lost our parents." she explained.
My aunt and uncle were shocked about what they were hearing and so was I.
"But I will tell you who he is because he is going to be your new guardian... even though he has no idea about you... After I left, we became... distant." She said trying to find the right words.
My eyes widen, "My guardian is a man that I don't even know and the only information she provided was that they are brother and sister. Thanks mom!"
"But I will give you a clue." she said, "We usually talk about him, making fun of him... He is a multi-millionaire, and he is a HUGE playboy. Can you guess who it is?"
I started thinking only two guys that would suit him, there was Kid Rock and there was Hugh Hefner.
"If you think it was either Kid Rock or Hugh Hefner, than you are so off." she replied.
"SHE READS MINDS!" I accidently yelled out loud. Of course as a result, everyone in the room (and possibly outside of the room) was giving me strange looks.
"I also don't read minds." she replied.
I keep staring at the TV and could not figure out who my long lost unknown uncle was.
She sighed on the TV, "If you don't know who it is, then I'll tell you. Your uncle is..."
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Bruce POV
~Next day~
It was a beautiful day. Today, I didn't need to be "Bruce Wayne", the multi-millionaire playboy man. I also didn't have to be Batman and didn't have to be near the Watch Tower.
Also, Alfred had the day off so he is relaxing somewhere.
I was alone in the mansion... which means only one thing... I went to the kitchen and grab the jug of milk.
"Now it's only you... and me." I muttered to the jug of milk.
DING DONG!
I growled very menacing and started walking towards the door. "Who in the hell wants to interrupt my afternoon."
I open the door and behind it revealed a young girl with medium black and blue streaks in her hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and looking like a weird goth, there was couple of bags behind her but I ignore it.
"Look I don't know what you are selling, but I don't want anything." I said trying to be nice about it, "This is my day off and I like to be alone."
I was about to close the door, but a was a black combat boot caught the door and prevented me from shutting it. I glared at her.
"First off, I'm not selling anything so you don't have to worry about that." she started out first.
I opened my jug of milk waiting for her to at least to explain herself.
She hesitated but said, "My name is Jocelyn Wayne, and I'm your long lost/unknown niece."
I hope that you liked this story for the beginning. I know its long and suckish but I had a freakin long writers block. But I shall continue.