Hey everyone! So, I started this fic around 2013 when I re-kindled my love for comic books and I fell in the mess that was New 52. Basically, I went "fuck you" to the erasure of all my favorite characters and decided to write this! But, that was in 2013, and my writing skills were very poor. So, I decided to revamp this story!

Like, a bullshit Romanian girl trafficked story? What was I thinking? I'm so sorry! That was so offensive of me and I wish I could take it back so I never written it before. What I can do is to delete it from the website!

I'm back in comics (currently reading: Wonder Woman, Detective Comics, Super Girl, and Red Hood and the Outlaws) and want to give this another go! For readers who stayed despite the many years and only two chapters, I'm doing this for you!

Be warn! This is told in second person through the perspective of my OC, Aria! Meaning that it uses the pronoun "you". HOWEVER it is also written in third person! Basically, I switch between the two perpesctives.

It not directed towards you, the reader, but I happen to adore second person. BUT I know second person annoys people to end, so this is a warning!

As you climb higher in the educational world that is North America to classes such as Social Science or, sometimes called Sociology, you will learn about something that is called 'icons' or 'trends.' Those "trends" will teach you how at the beginning close to nobody owned a car; and, slowly it became a trend for everyone to have one despite their economic status. Another example is the hamburger. A piece of cooked meat that originally was not made in America either by name or by practice but, slowly became one of the famous icons to represent America…Next to hot-dogs and beer.

You will learn how jazz and blues influenced the rock age, and dances that teenagers used to rebel against their parents in the nineteen-fifties. You will learn about Black culture, and the appropriation of them if you read something like The Great Gatsby. You will also learn how a culture takes pop singing, hippies, protesting, and even drugs and turn it into something of an American culture. However, one subject that the American public school will probably not teach you, is comic books or graphic novels, if they chose to use another name.

Why?

Maybe it is because they think that comics are for children. Stories of fantasy are not meant to be taken seriously. Maybe adult think that all they are is just cartoons printed onto paper which holds no significance to the real world except for the artist and the writer. Rarely does anybody think or even have the notion to assume that a comic book or a comic book character can aspire, can teach, can even bring comfort a human being.

Well, that is all wrong, because holding in the beaming eyes, open mouth hands of a sixteen-year-old girl named Aria was a copy of Detectives Comics issue 27. One of the most expensive comics in the world, with only three left in existence. Why is it so important? Because that issue is the first time Batman appeared and made the debut of another comic series called 'The Batman.'

So what is the most prized possession next to Action comics 1 and All Star Comics 8 doing in the hands of a mere high school junior who most certainly did not have one million and seven dollars to spend on a twenty-page book? Well…

RingRingRingRingRing

An alarm clock rings just as a hand comes slamming down onto it, muffling the ring. A groan is heard through the course of the sounds as the hand slams the clock down onto the desk pushing it off onto the floor, landing on a pile of clothes. The hand retreats under the warm covers, pulling them over creating a dark cocoon, effetely blocking out the glittering sun rays shone through the tiny cracks created by the spaces between each blind. Although this method was very effective in shutting up the annoying ringing sound and bringing warmth in the middle of a cold December, it sadly failed to the door opening. Revealing a nagging mother stomping in, gripping hold onto the blanket with her bitten down nails and yanking the covers right off.

Aria shrieked, covering her eyes with her arms in an x shape while curling up, hoping to find some warmth. The mother tsk'd, went over to the window, and pulled the shed upwards; allowing the sun to blare down onto Aria in all its glory. Growling, Aria reached over to grab hold onto one of the pillows end, and pulled it over her head, but the mother would have none of that. Instead, she grabbed at the pillow and just as she did was the blanket; she yanked it from Aria, tearing it from Aria's grip.

"I know that winter break is in about a week, and I know you have exams before break, so you cannot afford to just stay in and sleep."

The mother crossed her arms and tapped her foot against the floor. She looked around the room. Seeing clothes scattered around the floor, make up scattered all over her vanity, books piled on her bed instead of in neatly stacked in the bookshelf, notebooks and pencils on the floor instead of in a book bag, and Aria's closet door opened, to show clothes on the floor instead of on hangers. Aria's mother twitched at the mess, she always hated being messy, wanted order and neatness.

"Aria Aurora you get up right this instant!"

Aria opened her eyes. Sighing, she slowly rose up from bed. Her hair tangled, lips chapped, morning breath, sore muscles, tense joints, and tired, dreary eyes. Aria looked up at her mother, yawning, turning her neck sideways producing a soft pop, causing grimace to her mother.

"Honestly, it's almost seven, and your school starts in thirty minutes, at this rate you won't have time to eat breakfast!"

"I'll just get it at school mom." Aria shrugged, "They do serve breakfast there too, ya know."

"So, you don't want blueberry pancakes and corn bread muffins with orange juice?" Aria's mother raised an eyebrow.

"There's no need to be fancy with breakfast mom…But since you already mentioned them.." Aria chuckled sheepishly.

Mrs. Aurora sighed, "Go get dressed and be downstairs in ten minutes; I'll get your dad to start the car." She chuckled at her daughter's grin, reminding her of when Aria used to be small. whenever she did a naughty act she would always play it off with her innocent, wide, happy smile. She turned around, but before she left the room, she gave a sideways glance to Aria, "And when you come back from school I expect you to clean this room. At least to the point where I could walk in here and feel the floor, not some dirty clothing." With that she shut the door, leaving Aria alone in her room.

Aria rolled her eyes, mumbling a yes mother, reaching over to her desk, she opened a drawer, got out a hair brush and started combing through her hair while looking at her mirror that was standing across her bed. 'I wonder if Cass, or Stephanie had to deal with constant nagging? Did Batman even nag his children? Alfred doesn't seem like a nagging type.'

Aria couldn't help but giggle as she imagined Alfred scolding a young Bruce, maybe for cooking in the kitchen or getting lost somewhere. Picking up her clothes from the closet floor, she got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, coming downstairs in about fifteen minutes instead of ten.

"You're running late! I just packed your breakfast for you." Aria's mother handed her a small bag with a container, "Your dads outside waiting for you." She leaned down, "Be good today, no phone calls about you skipping your classes alright?" Planting a kiss on Aria's cheek, she sent her daughter off to the car.

"Good morning sweetheart." Her dad gave her a warm smile, which Aria gave back when she entered the car.

"Morning dad."

"Running late again I see?" He turned the car on, Aria sent him a cocky grin and the drove off to her school.

"Have a good day at school angel."

"Yeah, yeah I will dad, don't worry." Aria walked out of the car, stuffing her face with pancakes, with only five minutes until the bill for the advisory to ring, yet she was not in a hurry to go to her class, nope. She learned her lesson about running and eating at the same time when she stumbled over a step she missed, causing a coughing attack and nearly choking on her face; so, when she had to eat and be on the move, she would take her sweet short time.

"Late, again? Really?" Came a new male's voice, he slammed his hand down on Aria's arm making her nearly choke.

"Yeah so? Not like it's something new." Aria grumbled as she swallowed the last bite of her pancake. "Besides, won't you be late as well?"

"Yeah, but that's nothing new as well, right?" He threw a grin at her.

"What do you want, Johnny?" Aria asked as she entered the school building right when the bell rang.

"Oh, you know." He put his arm around her, "Just came here to tell you all about the new The Dark Knight Rises!"

"Shhh!"

Aria snapped, clamping her hand over Johnny's mouth, "I swear if you tell me anything about the new movie I swear I will make what Joker did to Jason look like teddy bears when I'm through with you!" Aria sneered, her eyes blazing onto Johnny's, however that seemed to do little to none for he opened his mouth and licked her hand. Aria yelped and pulled her hand away, playfully smacking him in the stomach with her free one.

"Hey! I can't help it that you didn't get to see it because you failed your biology test on Friday." Johnny shrugged, rubbing his stomach, "you hit hard by the way, even playfully."

"Well, what can I say, I'm a teenager, and I make mistakes." Aria lifted her shoulders up.

"Deliberately lying to your parents about studying, sneaking away to a party where cops had to be called because someone decided to bring a keg, thus having your parents pick you up and then failing your biology test when you know it counts forty percent of your final grade is not something I would categorize as a mistake, Aria." Johnny raised an eyebrow to his friend.

Aria, in turn, gave him a smirk, "I am a teenager, I am bound to do something other than sitting around with my nose in a textbook all day."

"Yeah well, now you couldn't see the opening of the Dark Knight Rises with me!"

"You went to see it when we made a pact to see it together back when we watched the last Harry Potter film, what does that say about you and our friendship?"

"It says that I was not going to let anyone stop me from watching the last installment of Batman."

"I am upset though, that there's no Poison Ivy, or Harley, or even a Robin to be honest."

"Well how the movie ended—"

"I swear Johnny!" Aria snapped.

"Kidding!" Johnny held his hands up in defense, "Now go to your class before you get in trouble, again."

"Yes, yes sir." Aria stuck out her tongue at him before entering her class.

When will men stop trying to tell me how to rule my life?

School day, school out, what can you think about when you have a dying itch to watch one of your most favorite movies and expect to stay focus in History class? Much less do some stupid algebraic equations when you have your mind occupied with something much more interesting. It is said to be the last Batman movie that Nolan will direct, who knows when we'll see the Caped Crusader again on the big screen? What in 2030 when we'll finally get a Justice League movie and not another Superman one? By then we'll be in our late thirties, forties, fifties, and won't have any time to see it!

That is exactly how Aria was feeling. That she had to watch this movie, and if she did not the whole world would explode, war would erupt, famine would spread, drought would come, and she'll die a lonely Batman-less death. Minutes and hours passed, the bell rang at three O'clock and Aria was on her way home.

"Mom, dad, I'm home." Aria walked into the house, taking off her coat.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Her mom yelled, "Come here, there's a package for you."

"For me?" Aria hung up her coat, placing her book bag down near by the doorway she went into the kitchen. "A package? Really?"

"Yes dear, it's on the table."

Aria darted her eyes to the brown box sitting on the table, it had no return address, just hers and her name. She carefully picked it up, putting it under her arm.

"I'll have dinner ready by five, do your room and homework."

"Alright, mom."

With that Aria walked up the stairs and to her room. Closing the door, she put the package on her bed, grabbing a pair of shears; she cut open the strings, tore at the brown paper revealing a plastic container. Aria cocked her head to the side in confusion. No letter, no card, no instructions, nothing but a plastic container. She gripped the edges, pulling the blue lid off, Aria almost died in a gasp.

Her eyes widen in disbelief, her bones rattled against her shaking flesh as she stared the object in the container. There, right in front of her, was Detective Comics: Issue number twenty-seven. The first appearance of Batman, that later turned into a multi-millionaire franchise that sadly, the creator never lived to see the day.

"No shit." Aria whispered, still in complete awe. It was closed in a plastic cover, showing no dents, cracks, or any discoloration of the sort. "This can't be real." Afraid to touch it, she stepped backward, her gaze never leaving the comic. "No, this has to be a fake, there's like only two or three left, and each cost over a million to buy, nobody will just give this to somebody as a gift, much less a teenager like me." Shaking her head Aria refused to believe that the comic was real.

Running a finger down the spine lightly; it was like magic was happening in front of her. Swallowing, she picked up the comic; being ever so gentle she unsealed the plastic cover, carefully pulling the comic book out. Whether it was real or an Oreo copy, it still felt like she was touching magic with her fingertips.

"I can't believe that I'm holding this."

Aria opened the cover, looking at the first page, but before she could a beam erupted from the pages, engulfing her fingers, moving up to her hands, and soon her whole body illuminated in a bright yellow glow; before she had a chance to think she was zapped and disappeared.

Allowing the comic book to fall to the ground since she was gone.

"Master Bruce!" Came an angrily shout from a very ticked off Butler.

"Master Bruce!" Came the shout again.

"Bruce!" He shouted louder, this time with a slam to the door.

"Br-"

"What?" Bruce Wayne replied in a gruffly voice.

"Well, now that I got your attention, dinner is ready." Alfred sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm not hungry Alfred."

"I know."

"So why would you bother me?" It came out sharper than needed which caused Bruce to frown. He hadn't meant to be so harsh, and especially to Alfred.

"Because, while you might not want to come there are people who want you too, Bruce." Before Bruce could reply Alfred turned and left to the dining room where Tim was currently sitting, playing with his food.

"Master Timothy," Alfred playfully crossed his arms, "you would think that someone as you would act your age, and not when you were once eleven." Alfred chuckled.

"Oh well, is he coming down anyway?" Tim looked up at Alfred, already knowing the answer.

Alfred decided not to answer proceeding to cut the roasted ham.

They both knew the answer, despite neither of them wanting to speak of it.

Oof!

Aria shouted as she landed in a dumpster.

"Of all the things to land in, a dumpster!? Really!?" Aria growled as she threw a banana off her head, reaching downwards to rub her butt. She pulled herself up to her knees to reach towards a discarded newspaper. Her eyes widen and she shoved the newspaper away, losing her balance and falling back into the garbage in disgust.

"No fucking way, no way in hell!"

Aria shouted as her entire back was covered in grim. Slowly she pulled herself out of the dumpster, not before reaching over to grab the newspaper she threw away.

"Okay…Okay…Okay"

She looked around her surroundings…

"In a dark ally." She looked to the side where cars passed, the sun was setting, "in a city where crime is famous. Where…people getting mugged coming home is a day to day occurrence…" Shaking, she stepped one foot out, putting it down onto the sidewalk that was illuminated by a nearby street light, "lost, alone, a teenage girl in said crime city…" She was fully out on the street now, but her back was pressed against the wall as she was up against a criminal. As if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her nails digging holes into the newspaper

The very newspaper which read: Gotham City Times

Yeap, she would totally be alright.

Right?