Intro: I'm Back.
Annabelle Bryrony Danger is everything her name describes. Annabelle symbolizes her sweet and caring nature along with her innocent looks. Bryrony her outgoing and sarcastic side. And Danger...well, that will be explained in time.
Anna has beautiful blue-grey eyes, curly blonde locks that fell to her midback, full pink lips, a smooth complexion, and a natural beauty that had boys drooling over her. She is middle class, having just enough to pay her rent, keep her fed, and for clothes. She is fit and slender, tall and curvy.
This is the story of how she met Bruce Wayne, fell in love, and broke him of his play-boy ways, with drama, hurt, and jealousy in between.
I walked up to the little appartment, knowing that the family that lived here would be pissed that I moved back to Gotham. But, honestly, I really couldn't help it.
I knocked. I heard a muffled grunt and thudding, sluggish footsteps. Then, the lock was turned. The door opened.
Jim Gordan, my uncle, gaped at me from the door way and I smiled unsurely.
"Hey, uncle Jim."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, ANNABELLE BRYRONY DANGER?" He yelled, angrily. I flinched.
"Let me in and I'll tell you," I snapped, crossing my arms. He sighed, but opened the door wider allowing me to see my cousins Jimmy and Bessie. I smiled and ran into the house as they jumped into my arms. Two years have been far too long, I thought happily.
"Hey little man, princess. Have you been good for your dad?" I asked, smiling at their little faces.
"Uh huh!" They nodded.
"Did you like the presents I sent you?" They both nodded and muttered affirmatives.
"Good, now go get your mom so I can say hi to her too," They jumped out of my arms and ran up the steps. I turned to face my Uncle, who still looked at me with anger.
"You shouldn't have come back," He said bluntly.
"Gothams my home, you know that. I couldn't stay in shiny New York, New York for long." I griped.
"Anna! It's been too long," I smiled as I turned, hugging Aunty Barb.
"My thoughts exactly, Aunty, my thoughts exactly." I said, pulling away.
"She shouldn't be here, not with Joker on the rise and the Narrows in shambles." Uncle Jim said angrily.
"What does the Narrows have anything to do with this? It's not like I'm living there. That place is dirty. And even more dangerous than the Gotham norm." I snorted.
"Anna, where are you living?" Aunt Barbra asked curiously, laying a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her.
"The best place to live in Gotham. It's near Palasides, and it's cheap."
"Palasides?" My Uncle gaped, looking a little less angry.
"Yeah, near the absolute safest place in Gotham, besides Wayne Tower itself. Cheap, awesome veiw of Wayne Manor, perfect size for a twenty two year old woman living on her own...whats not to like?" I grinned.
"Where are you working?" He scowled.
"I got hired as a waitress at Le Bec-Fin," I blushed.
"You've got a crush on Wayne, don't you." Barb giggled.
"No! They were hiring and it's closest to my apartment building." I denied, blood rushing to my cheeks. "Besides, the pay is pretty damn awesome."
"But it's the one restraurant that Wayne frequents most, you get an apartment over looking his manor...if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you've become a fan-girl," I rolled my eyes as Uncle Jim sighed.
"There's just no stopping you, kid,"
"Nope, and I'm not a kid." I smiled, before saying my goodbyes and leaving the apartment and pulling on my helmet as I swung my leg over my motorcycle. Flipping down the visor and starting up the bike, I rode off noisily, back to my almost paradise.
