Chapter One: Thief's story
Thief: Aw yeah, who gets the spotlight?! This girl!
Me:Thief, what are you doing?! No spoilers!
Thief: Aw come on! My story, my rules.
Me: Then say it.
Thief: Fine. Bella doesn't own Young Justice or anything you recognize. Also, hey people of the internet!
Me: STOP SHOUTING!
17 years ago, two rich people came together at a party and ended up in bed after drinking too much. The man walked away remembering little. The woman walked away forever changed. She learned of the child growing inside her and panicked, for she wasn't sure who the father was. She hid away for a year, long enough to have the child and begin to raise it. But she had no patience for a little girl, no matter how silent and obediant they were compared to other children. When the child turned two years old the mother had a test done to figure out the father. She went to his city and tried to gather up the courage to see him. But she looked down at her sleeping daughter and couldn't. Instead, she passed by a church orphanage and left the child on the steps. As she walked away it began to rain, as if Heaven itself was crying.
The little girl with black hair and sea blue eyes grew up in that little orphanage for five years. She watched kids her age come and go, she protected her fellow loners and fought back. When times became too tough, and they started to go to bed hungry, she stole food for them. She earned her nickname after escaping the police for the hundredth time.
The Thief.
It was shortly after this that she left the church, searching for her family. She was found by a traveling Gypsy Egyptian Circus. She was taken in and travled with them for quite a bit. Then she actually discovered her family origins. What she found was less than ideal. A untouchable father and an aggressive mother. She didn't bother to approach them, after all, they left her all alone. Why go back, only to be hurt, right? At the ripe age of seven, she knew several facts, but the hardest one was that there was no one she could depend on.
So she defended her fellow orphans, bitterly fighting the courts, the police and the adults who tried to take them away. She stole to survive. But her skills as an elusive thief made her an apt client for a certain crime organization.
China, 9:30 am, a couple months after Thief left Young Justice.
Thief was disguised as a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes, hidden behind sunglasses. She was driving down the freeway toward the bridge she would have to pay to cross. When she pulled up to the booth, the woman behind the wall didn't blink as she asked for the payment. Thief handed over the required amount, then drove through, no problem.
Thief had traveled through Asia, Japan and the UK in search of fighting techniques. She created contacts and a web of information as she traveled, so she knew that her family was safe before she was giving a letter from Assana. To be honest, she appreciated it none the less.
In her grey dress and black tights, she pulled up her car into her apartment garage. Her temporary apartment. She had only moved in yesterday, and the place was bare except for everything she had collected as she traveled. Spare clothes, disguises, contacts, and wigs lined the floor. Her weapons hidden in her bags. She walked to the door and closed it behind her as she stepped inside. She still had scars from when she paid back her debt to Cheshire (Long story short, it involved a President, some lions and a firecracker. Don't ask.) Then again, her whole body was mapped with scars, so who would notice a few more?
Thief changed into pure black took off the wig and contacts. Her piercing blue eyes were staring at the reflection of her short black hair.
"It's been a while since I've just relaxed." Thief mused.
She was about to sit down when naturally, Cheshire knocked on her window and let herself in.
"Hey Cheshire. What's up?" Thief asked, remaining standing.
"Well little flower I just got the heads up that a certain group of nocturnal mammals are looking for you." Cheshire leisurely.
Thief frowned before groaning. "Great. Why can't they leave me alone?"
The Bats were admittedly close to her tail, so she was constantly hoping from country to country. It was like the biggest cat and mouse game ever. But thief was sick of being a mouse.
"You know what? Enough is enough." Thief said.
Cheshire looked at her curiously.
Thief pulled on a large coat, grey eye contacts and a brown haired wig. "I'm running to the store. Need anything?"
"Would it kill you to have some Pop here?" Cheshire cheeked back.
Thief snorted and left. Only to quickly return with some soda and office supplies. Paper, pens and envelopes. Thief tossed a soda to Cheshire, before sitting against the wall and watched Cheshire leave again through the window.
'I'll get some stamps tomorrow. For now I have to write some letters.' Thief wrote half way through the night, and slept the rest.
The next morning, as Thief was in the office disguised as a full grown man with a box full of letters (I don't know how), Damian Wayne's plane touched down in China.
"Remember Damian, there is a rumor that she's in this city. If you find her, do not approach." Batman's - Bruce's - voice came over Damian's ear piece.
"Rodger, no contact." Damian said as he strolled out of the airport. He was completely unable to read the signs or speak to locals though, so he relied on his father's guidance to the rough estimate of where Thief - Hana - was.
As Damian was walking, he thought over the questions he's had over and over again the last couple of months. He has a sister? How does he feel about that? What is she really like? What has she been through? Why can't we, the family, be there for her? WHERE IS SHE?
Damian never had a sister before, but he had a lot of younger brothers who all agreed that there was room for a first.
Unfortunately, as he walked past a certain post office, Thief was sending letters to her friends and family saying that she was alive, well, and almost finished with what she wanted to do. Afterward she grabbed her stuff and boarded a plane.
Batman signed as he leaned back from his desk. The evidence scared him. Yes, the timing, the facts added up. He was with Tsuki Ying for one night, but that was apparently all it took. One drunk mistake. He rubbed his hands against his forehead and sighed. How he wish he had known of her. He really needed to talk to Tsuki. But first, to find his daughter. Apparently.
Has my writing style changed and become even more awkward, or is it just me? This is quite short too... Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Chapter two will be here soon! And I know because I'm working on it immediately after I post this one. Please let me know what you think?