Disclaimer: I do NOT (and never...EVER will) own ANYthing here except the plotline and OC...because if I DID...there would be SO much MORE ROBIN in ALL the shows...and the animators would get REALLY tired of drawing him and quit and you would all HATE me! :D THE. END.
AND...now that that's over with...HEY people! :D so...YEAH! This is my FIRST real-deal fanfiction! YAY! XD *loud cheering noise in the background*...*quiets down*...um...okie dokie...*scanning imaginary list of guidelines studiously* ...er...PLEASE do not destroy or torture my soul with your words...read, review, AND lastly...ENJOY! :D...or at least TRY to...for my sake? :3 HERE WE go! Oh...and the HUGE italics section here is supposed to be the past…:D LOOK AT THE END NOTE FOR TRANSLATIONS!
Prologue - A Fun Time One Time
A peppering of tasteless, commercial dust and pinkish lint darted briskly into the beams of yellow light like bedazzled silver minnows, drifting jarringly in the tormented currents of the small bedroom. The chamber consisted primarily of grainy wood and sun bleached blankets. It smelled all too strongly of cat fur and mothballs.
The top most section of the east-facing wall was disfigured by a large, graying stain, and the little girl on the bed was afraid, she thought it might once have been bloody. The collapsing sounds of midday traffic rumbled dazedly in the backdrop and a Jensen radio jawed contemporary violin in the next room. A lonely, abandoned ambience encompassed the property like a gaseous bubble, blotting out the smoky affections and fake red kiss marks.
Resting limply on the decolorized salmon bed sheets, gently smothering the faded face of a white rabbit doll, lay a petite nine-year-old girl. She had long, ash blond hair with strips of pale umber and crystalline blue eyes. Her thin shoulders shook alarmingly with barely suppressed sobs as she wailed into the confines of her ruddy blankets.
She shed the huge, peacock tears for the recent death of her beloved parents. Her mother and father had both been tortured and shot by virtue of the lady Gotham's most sadistic and evil criminal masterminds. She had been forced to watch as they were killed, and the traumatic images seemed to be bitterly stuck at the back of her eyes, playing whenever her thoughts drifted too far away, pushing great springs of water out and onto her bony cheeks.
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It had started as a calm, sunny day, strikingly peaceful and blue. Small fragments of electric sky could be spotted from along the slightly muddy, coffee-stain cobblestone alleyways. Melvin and Rita Blackwood wandered several lengths in front of their lovely and jovial daughter, chiding her gently whenever she tried amiably to run ahead. "Alice! Você sabe melhor do que sair de fininho assim! Você pode se machucar...ou pior...Crime Alley é um lugar muito perigoso!" her mother would scold anxiously.
The happy triad spoke Portuguese largely, as it was Rita's first language and Melvin was a university professor of foreign dialects. Alice, the couple's only child, had a hard time speaking English, but excelled in Mandarin, Romanian, Spanish, French, Italian, Japanese, Vietnamese, and knew a little of both Russian and Korean.
It was a quarter past midday, and the small family had just polished off a satisfying brunch at 'Sheba's Bar and Grill'. Watery ribbons of happy-go-lucky cirrus drifted breezily in the cobalt sky above. The afternoon was dreamy and distant, an engorged splinter of consequential reality. "Mamãe! Pai! It is beautiful day out-of-doors! May we go in the park?" Alice demanded cheerfully. Her father and mother chuckled softly at her sweet attempt to speak her desires in english, as they often encouraged her to do. "Practice makes perfect" her father would remark helpfully each time she failed to discourse correctly in her fourth language.
Present Melvin regarded his daughter fondly, "The park is too far away muffinhead! We would have to walk forever to get there, and by then you would be too worn out to play!"
Alice stomped slightly, but she was a pleasant girl and rarely ever threw tantrums. It was true that the park was very distant, but her parents just desperately wanted to get home and out of the east end. Crime Alley could be a truly threatening and wild area, which was hazardous to be around even broad daylight.
They continued to tramp farther into the pitfall, skirting the northern corner of Old Gotham and wandering unsuspectingly into a shadier tangle of city backstreets. Rank, onion-eyed vermin disbanded into greening dumpsters as they pottered past their repulsive coffers. The thrilling midday sunlight dimmed to a dismal, mustard seed yellow and the baleful shadows grew ever sharper and starless. A strong reek of evil eclipsed the happy mood, to which Alice sniffled somberly. The uneasy trio rounded the bend behind a 'Queenie's' take out and stopped up short, the little girl being shoved behind her anxious and horrified parents. There, lounging on a worn and empty wooden crate of mercenary rice, partially hidden in the black murkiness, lay five hardy Gotham thugs, clearly not waiting to trifle with passing waitresses.
"Hey! The Fox! Lookie over here! Now whaddya know? I saw that guy on the news cast last week! Pretty well-off I'd say! Bet the old city would pay a handsome fee for him and his little misses there!" The shorter goon remarked excitedly to the biggest, most likely the ring leader. The headman got up from his stall and took a few steps forward, digging one overly large hand into his belt case.
"You may be right for a change, Otis," he let out a deep, rumbling laugh, fishing out his gun and aiming it in the family's general direction, Melvin and Rita both raised their hands slowly over their heads, "you three had better come with us" he said, stepping into the dim light. He was tall and muscular, with a scarred cheek and dark, impaling eyes. Alice whimpered quietly, and her father took two paces leftish to stand directly in front of his captor, then delivering a dissenting well-practiced kick to his face.
Evident chaos ensued as the rest of the gang rushed forward to reinforce and 'The Fox' recovered, shooting off an extra cartridge. Rita screamed shrilly and Melvin backed up, pushing his palms outward appeasingly, clearly shocked into submission.
The band then surrounded the small party callously, with Alice clutching tightly at her mother's orange polyester skirt, "Mamãe...papai...estou com medo...o que vai acontecer com a gente?" she asked shakily.
"Hey! No gabbing, gnat!" One of the closest thugs hollered snidely, and Alice growled at him, curling her pale pink lip with as much menace as she could muster under the current circumstances. The man retreated fleetingly, and Alice glanced over at her struggling parents, trying hard to make her eyes relay all the love she had ever felt for them, nameless joe returned then, sporting a wicked sneer, "Hey Bingo! Get 'em knock out drugs over here!" He gripped, then added spitefully to the small child, "You won't be so disrespectful to me after a nice, long nappy time!"
A turmeric stained cloth was pushed up against her speckled nose and a colossal hand violently smacked the back of her head. Alice gasped into the vile fabric and inhaled a large quantity of a thawpit and acetone smelling narcotic. The world spun alarmingly for an instant, then shuddered into a timeless, colorless black space. The last words she heard before going dead were, "...boss will be very pleased Foxy..." and that was it.
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The girl on the bed shivered unhappily and rubbed her teary face farther into the hospital style white pillows. A subtle knock battered her uniform red oak door, and she hauled her chin into the cup of her nimble hands, "vêm dentro…" she called indifferently.
A portly old woman with black, graying hair and kindly almond shaped eyes peeked over the entryway, "Alice?" She asked gently, "Are you ready? There is someone here to meet you" and the offending slab of timber opened inward.
SO…how did I do? Again, this is my VERY FIRST fanfiction so PLEASE do not flame! :D I will try REALLY hard to make an update every week, but it may shift between one and two...SORRY...but I am a BUSY person! SO...without further ado...the translations I promised:
1. Alice! You know better than to sneak away like that! You could get hurt...or worse...Crime Alley is a VERY dangerous place!
2. Mom...dad...
3. Mom...dad...I am scared...what's going to happen to us?
4. come in…
YEP! That's IT! :D PLEASE REVIEW! I AM begging YOU! :D Alice is nine in this story… :D and...um...that's about it...TILL NEXT TIME THEN! XD IF ANY ONE HERE SPEAKS PORTUGUESE...PLEASE CORRECT THE STUPID GOOGLE TRANSLATE GRAMMAR MISTAKES! Thank you! :D