This is my first story. I will try to update ether once a week or ever other week regular updates will start after May 31. If you have any ideas for what direction you think the story should head tell me. Since this is not a prewritten story I am open to any ideas you have! Please review! Oh and Beta needed! I will also post a link or links on my page for pictures of things I do not describe like her bakery.
It had been a year since I left Gotham and Selina Kyle behind. Now I was Tiffany Claws who lived in Pairs and owned a bakery. When I had said I wanted to leave my old life behind I meant ever word of it …. well for the most part. I started a business two days after I arrived in Paris. I was walking along the street just enjoying the fact that I was finally free when I came to a for rent shop with a small apartment above it. I looked through the glass and noticed that it was already renovated as a bakery. I had not thought much about what I wanted to do with my life now that I was free but this had seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Thats when the idea hit me. I had the chance to be something so far from what Selina Kyle had been and I grabbed the opportunity to. I pulled out my disposable cell phone and dialed the number from the sign in the window. An elderly women answered the phone and I said what I needed to to get the shop. I made up this story of how I left an abusive boyfriend in America and was starting over with nothing at all. The elderly woman gobbled it all up. She had a daughter who was once in an abusive relationship and said she understood and that she knew all I needed to do was get my life back on track again. It all went as planned and we made a deal. She would pay for my supplies the first month and I would give her rent at the end of the month plus 40 euros. I was then going to give her 40 plus euros every month until I had paid her of for the supplies she bought me the first month.
I enjoyed my new life. There was no hiding and running. Sometimes it was hard to live a life that was what most considered "normal" sometimes I missed the excitement and adrenaline of my old life but I was not going to let that ruin my chance of starting over.
The day started out like any other. I woke up at four A.M. to the screech of my alarm clock. Reaching over to press snooze like I always did only I may have slammed my hand down a little to hard and broken the clock. This was not the first time something like this had happened and would not be the last. I rolled over in bed and sighed sitting up. Taking a moment to let the sleep leave me and got up to go get ready for the day. Twenty minuets later I was down in my bakery with ten bowls lined up in front of me and all the ingredients behind me. Each bowl would make between ten or twenty loafs depending on the size of the pan I put them in.
By six A.M. I had made enough bread to last me till noon among other freshly baked pastries. I was setting out the muffins and pastries for the morning crowed when I felt a strange sensation roll up my spine. I turned my head to look through the glass windows and out to the dark night moving my hand to the gun I always kept strapped to the inside of my thigh. What can I say once paranoid always paranoid old habits die hard. My eyes had always been well adapted to the dark for obvious reasons so without trouble I saw the figure hunched over in front of my door and immediately became alert. Though as they say curiosity killed the cat. I made my way over to the door and opened it with a quick jerk making the crippled figure fall through the door and land on the floor with a soft thud. From the figures build I could tell it was a man, a very well built man at that. He was wearing all black and a ski mask. Typical, probably some amateur robber. I was about to kick his upper half that was laying in my bakery out and slam the door and wait for someone else to find him. But then I noticed the shape the man was in. When I looked back to his chest I could see many deep gashes and what appeared to be stab wounds. I decided I would stitch him up with my first aid kit then drop him off somewhere leaving a tip for the police.
There was an ache in my heart. What if he was from the same situation I had been in?Taking a moment to consider the risk of helping him I sized him up and judging from his condition knew that he would not be a threat to me. I could easily take him down if the need that came. I decided to not even think about if someone had found me and was trying to get me. I looked out on to the street and made sure no one was there before I pulled the mask figure in from under his arms and dragged him into the storage room behind the counter. I went back out and made sure he had not left any blood on my floor. Satisfied with the shiny hardwood floor I went to the door beside the storage room and up the stairs behind the door. Once I located my first aid kit I went back down stairs.
As I got down on my knees and leaned over the figure the first thing I did was take his mask off. Not expecting that my world would drop out from under me like it did when I saw who the figure was.
"Bruce." I whispered in shock.