Chapter One

A/N: Hello again!

I was watching Batman at a friend's house and was like, man, that's a good Fanfiction idea. So I started this two nights later, just to see if it works out. Oh, this chapter may be short. I'm having a HUGE writers block with everything.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Divergent© or any of the characters in this story. All rights to the genius who goes by the name of Veronica Roth.

Chapter 1:

Cameras flash before my eyes, blinding my temporarily with staccato flares as I enter the large, marble, extravagant mansion that I was just arriving at for a masquerade that I was kindly invited to by the hostess, Shauna McQuillen. It's normal for me to go to these kinds of things without a mask, for I am a billionaire. Everyone knows who I am. As I enter the elegantly decorated crystalline ball room, where the party was being held, I was approached by many young men who were practically dying to get to dance with the famous Tris Prior , successful architect and fashion designer. Normally, I wouldn't have the heart to turn these many men now, but after years of being bombarded with questions by the men who I danced with, I realized that the only way to get them off my back is to ignore them, acting as if I were above them - as I am. My parents wouldn't be proud of me. They were always selfless and tried to teach me to do the same, but I was a lost cause, I'm just naturally selfish. I saunter over to the buffet, so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice the person in front of me, who I'm about to slam into.

"Watch it, dick head!" I grumble while getting off the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I in your way?" He spits back at me, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The man offers a hand to help me up anyways, knowing its the respectful thing to do in a situation like this. I look up at him once I stand up again, noticing the beautiful mask that he wears, in the shape of a bird flying down, its golden beak extending over his hooked nose. It's an odd colour though, starting off a light gray and slowly darkening into a black, the gold on the beak being the only colorful thing on the mask. I reach up to trace the wing of the bird, brushing my fingers along the side of his face as I do so.

"It's a beautiful mask you've got there, but I'd love to see whats underneath." I whisper, lost in the trance-like colour of his midnight blue eyes. They are even more unique than the mask, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color. He scoffs in response.

"Don't be an idiot, Tris."

"Well, I can't help myself. You're a handsome man, you know." I respond.

"Go have fun. Just don't kill yourself." He warns. I look away from his face, at the crowd of people behind us.

"Would you like to -" I start, but stopping as I realize this strange man is gone. He disappeared silently, as if he were never there. He left no sign to indicate that he had even existed. I sigh, turning to leave, but not before thanking the hostess.

"Oh, I seem to have lost my key." I say to the man who is standing outside the door, looking trough the silver purse that I wore to accompany the forest green ball gown that I dressed in for the event.

"Ah, but your husband said he was taking your car home." The man says with a thick French accent.

"Oh. I must have forgotten he was leaving early." I lie easily. My husband? I barely knew the guy! I call for Christina and wait, the strange man who stole my car and keys consuming my thoughts the entire time.

SNEAK PEAK AT THE NEXT CHAPTER:

"What I'm saying is that the richest things, the best things, aren't supposed to come easily. Sometimes the things that make the most sense happen when everything else doesn't."