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Chapter One: A Party
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"Master Wayne, you just received an invitation to Natasha Fairway's birthday party."
Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy by day, vigilante hero by night, had been working on fixing one of this helmets when is confidante, Alfred Pennyworth came into his secret lair baring the brunt of the rich man's mail.
"Is she a relative of Max Fairway?" Mr. Fairway had been a good to friend to him over the years, since his childhood. Once a good friend of Bruce's father, the man had always been there if Bruce needed anything.
"She's his daughter." Alfred came to stand behind his left shoulder, watching his employer work.
Bruce finally looked up at him. "I didn't know he had a daughter."
"As you know, Mr. Fairway's wife died two years before your own parents. Natasha was just a baby then, so her father sent her to live with relatives in Europe. She's been there ever since. She's to return home though, in time for her twenty-fourth birthday."
"I don't think it would hurt. Max is a good man, I need to at least respect him."
"Quite so sir."
"RSVP my acceptance."
"Of course Master Wayne" said Alfred as he turned to leave the cave.
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Natasha sighed as she finished pinning up her hair. Ever since she had agreed to come home, she had regretted it. Gotham was not exactly her favorite place on earth.
Sure, she was never there much, but she did come to see her father. But after she had come to realize just how bad this town was, she insisted that her father come to Europe if he wanted to see her.
But now she was back, indefinitely. When her father had called asking her to come home, she had felt horrible for saying yes. Sure, she really wanted to see her father, but she just didn't feel safe in this city.
But then she had heard of this mysterious Batman. The first thing she thought was that her father had gone crazy. But then she read the various articles about him, and realized that the vigilante had single-handedly brought done some of Gotham's worst.
The only other qualms she had after that was that she didn't have any friends in Gotham. This was fixed however, when she went to visit her father at Wayne Enterprises and met his secretary, Jenny. She was young like Natasha, only twenty-five, and great at filling Natasha in on the entire Batman craze. It seemed this giant winged i thing /i had warmed his way into the hearts of the good residents of Gotham.
Jenny had quickly become a saving grace, a good person to talk to, and Natasha was thankful that she would be there tonight.
Her father had impeccable timing, asking her to come home when her birthday was right around the corner. He had planned this elaborate party for her, as she knew he would. She would be properly introduced into Gotham's society, in old terms. But that didn't mean she wanted to go. She had often heard that all of the rich society of Gotham were snobs.
Just then she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Miss Fairway, the guests are arriving."
Showtime.