Hi, its me. Okay, this is my first ever fanfic, so sorry if it's terrible or completely wrong. Feel free to review and tell me if anything is off or wrong. I know this chapter is a little of nothing, but it's a start for me. I know here I'm going, but not sure exactly how to get there. . . hm. Well, I feel like I need to give you a little back ground about what is going in.
Barbara moved away after she graduated (I guess, my time line might be a little off) and got married and had a kid (she was a detective, her husband was a reporter). Well, when her kid, Kim, was four Barbara and her husband were killed. Murdered. Kim is now sixteen and has moved in with her grandfather, James Gordon, and is trying to figure out who her mom was before she moved. Plus she is a big fan of Nightwing and Batman. I think that is it for now.
*I don't own Batman or Nightwing or any of the other characters *sigh* stop reminding me.
Kim Gordon stepped out of the police car and onto the sidewalk. The house in front of her was fairly small, only two stories, with faded tan walls and green shutters. The grass around it was neatly cut, but there wasn't anything else in the yard, like no one spent a lot of time home.
"It's not much, but welcome home." James Gordon placed a hand on her back and smiled down at her.
"Thanks Mr. Gor, er Grandpa." She pushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes and smiled up at him.
"It's been awhile since anyone but me lived here." He said as they walked through the door into a small kitchen. It was neat, with only a table standing in the middle. James paused in the middle and looked at her. "Um, your mother's old room is up stairs. You can stay in it if you like."
Kim nodded. "That's fine." She followed him through the hallway and up the stairs. The walls were lined with pictures of a red headed woman through various stages of life. Kim stopped and looked at one of the woman graduating as James carried her bags into a room farther down the hall.
"You look just like her." James said as he came back out of the room and stood behind her. His old eyes looked at the photo sadly.
Kim stared at the photo for a moment. "Thank you for letting me come stay with you."
James blinked in surprise. "Of course." He stroked her hair. "I'm glad I get to spend time with my granddaughter finally."
They stood in the hallway for a moment longer until James coughed and stepped back. "I'll let you get settled in your room. When you're ready we can go out to get some dinner."
Kim nodded. "Okay." She stepped into the room and slowly closed the room. In almost thirty years she was sure the room hadn't changed. The walls were painted a light yellow with a grey boarder at the top; the wooden floor was worn in places, especially around the desk that sat in the farthest right corner. The bed had a grey and yellow spread to match the walls. She walked over to the desk and looked at the pictures. The same red headed lady was in them, one with James and others with a blacked haired guy. Kim moved to the dresser and picked up a picture with the same woman and man and a younger guy. The woman looked like she was laughing at the two guys; the older had the other in a headlock and was ruffling his hair. The younger guy had his tongue stuck out and the older was laughing. Kim smiled and flipped the picture over. Barbra, Dick, and Jason was written on the back in neat handwriting. She stuck the photo back in the mirror frame, kicked off her shoes, and started to unpack. She was halfway through when James nocked on her door.
"Hey, our plans have changed a little. I just got called out." He already had his police uniform on.
Kim waved her hand. "That's okay."
James knit his brow together. "Can you stay here or. . .?"
"What happened?" Kim shut the drawer she had been putting clothes in.
"A murder at some big political dinner." James grimaced.
"Can I come?" Kim gave him a sheepish grin.
He hesitated. "Sure you can handle it?"
Kim laughed slightly as she pulled on her shoes. "Sure. It'll be fun to see you at work."
James smiled and nodded. "I'll be waiting in the car." As he turned he privately was very pleased his granddaughter was showing an interest in his job. Like her mother had.
Kim grabbed her jacket and paused to look at the photos. As much as she was interested in the murder, she was hoping to run into someone else to.
So yeah, not much at all. It will get better, I promise (hope). I'm a huge fan of the Bat family, especially Nightwing. I'll try to keep a constant update.
And Kim has been living with her dad's parents her whole life, that's why she and James have an awkward relationship.
