Hi, I'm Cat, Cat Morteneze and I'm a demon. Well technically I'm only part demon but who cares. My mom was human and my dads a demon king making me a princess. I ran away when I was five. I learned how to fight and fend for my self. I have the ability to create things out of thin air and am not half bad at demon magic. I mostly create food, clothes, weapons, and cars. At ten I started protecting the people of Gotham on the down low. I've become known as Black Wing and am close friends with Robin the boy wonder. Right now I am a fourteen-year-old who lives in a nice apartment in the nicer part of Gotham City.

"Cat what are you thinking about?" my friend Andria asks.

"Nothing much just a book I'm writing why?" I respond.

Actually, I was thinking about some supernatural things I've been sensing in Gotham lately but she doesn't need to know that now does she.

"You spaced out for the fiftieth time today. So might I ask what's wrong?" she says to me.

"I just didn't get much sleep last night," I say covering for my self and that's not exactly a lie. I was out late patroling with Robin plus after patrol, I spent three hours working on a book I'm writing.

"Well get some sleep when you get home," Andria says, "We still have dance practice at six and you're the best on the team."

Oh yeah and I'm in competitive dance. I'm decent at dancing and I enjoy it quite a bit. Ugh, and I promised one of my best friends Artemis I'd help her study for her English test next week. If I was a full-blooded demon then I wouldn't need to sleep but I'm still part human and humans need to sleep. Whatever at least I can go longer than most without sleep.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch and the start of my creative writing class. My personal favorite.

I turn to Andria and say, "Well see you later Dri," and run off to my creative writing class.

Even in my six-inch heeled boots, I can run pretty fast. I brush my chestnut hair highlighted with dirty blond. My hair naturally looks like this when hundreds of girls at my school get it Profesional done to look like mine. I let my hair cover my odd pale purple eyes that have this weird glow to them. Most people would wear colored contacts or try to hide it but I like my eye color. I suits my personality perfectly so why hide it.

Once I'm in the classroom I take my usual seat in the back corner by the window.

"Hello, Cat," the teacher Miss. Cordelia says smiling at me, "First one here as always."

Miss. Cordelia is by far my favorite teacher in this school. She just lets us write whatever in a spiral as long as we have at least twenty pages written every other Friday. If not she takes five points off for every page missing of whatever your writing. I never have a problem with it because I always manage to write twenty pages in one class.

"I love this class and I can't help but get here as fast as my little five-foot fame can get me here," I tell her honestly.

"I know you do Cat. You have a gift when it comes to writing my love. One day you will be a famous author I'm sure of it," she tells me beaming.

I blush at her compliment and thank her.

She greets the rest of the class and I start working on my most recent story about a serial killer who nobody suspects to be the small quiet girl in the back of the class named Magnoria. For the rest of the class, I write from Magnoria's point of view about her killing people and how stupid she thinks everyone is to think that it's impossible for her to be the murder just because she's small, quiet, and shy.

Once school ends I head home and take a nap so I don't fall asleep while helping Artemis.