Preface-
Everything is black, no white no blue no orange just plain black. My parents are dead, hated my mother but loved my father. I wanna die, suffocate myself or fall off a building by "accident" or suicide. But its bad my life terrible. No love no friends. Jugded because I didnt fit in or because of my race and how I act. Im as wild like a lion but crazy as a monkey. My name, Rose Ivy Sanchez. Come from Puerto Rico and lived in the poorest of places. My aunt Jenny is taking me to this place called Gotham, weird right, the funny part is...im a goth. Not the pale skinned, black hair and blue eyes, but the tan skin, brown curly hair, black eyes, a dimple on my chin and and half a dimple. I grabbed the rose out of the vase i carried and watched as I holded it because I didnt want to get pricked with the thorns. I just turned 19 today, and today is the last day I ever see my parents again. My throat throbbed as I screamed to the top of my lungs "Why? Why? Why did you have to leave me now? Answer me! I hate my life! Why didnt you take me instead? I would rather die than live through this?" My aunt grabbed my hands and holded me and trying to stop from jumpind into that black hole and get buried alive. But I wanted too, even how much I would have hated it I have teared so much that my body quivered with on touch one move. Sad, right? You would hate to be in my place. I saw my parents die, I know who killed them. A men with a painted white face and green hair, he kept asking "Why so serious?" to my parents. They never answered his men slaughtered them infront of me with my cries. The man grabbed my mouth and whispered into my ears, "I will come back for my sweet. You have gotten my attention quick with just one glance." He kissed on the cheeks and left. Never told me a name but looked liked a clown. Uncle Jim kissed my cheeks as I entered aunt Jenny's car. The smell of coco grabbed me and made me smile, something I hadnt done in years. It was pouring rain as we left the Bronx of New York and into Gotham. It was only one hour away but it felt like eternity I listened to Lovesongs they killed by Cinema Bizarre when I arrived. I walked out of the car and heard aunt Jenny say, "Home Sweet Home."
Chapter 1-
It was the smallest apartment ver. I know it was two rooms but it looked more like a studio, those small apratments for the college students, yeah that. I dropped my stuff in the room and walked outside. I walked to the park and lit a cigarre. I never smoked but the stress of now was getting to me. I moved my glasses an inch higher since I couldnt see well. Im near sided and I felt blind without them. I walked until I studdered and dropped my cigarre. I cused and went to get another one but I was all out. I cused again, when I turned a man that remined me of someone looked at me. "Lucius? Is that you?" I said. My mouth dropped when he nodded. I hugged him and smiled, a tear rolled down my cheek. My godfather, He was here, he never told me that. I wondered, he disappered when I was thirteen and he was here all along.
"So you smoke now? Its bad for beauty." He laughed
"What beauty? I have none." I answered back
"So how are your parents, there here with you?"
"Well if you called us for once ir told you where you were you would have known that they were murdered."
"Oh, Im sorry. I didnt know. Im a CEO and I had no time to talk."
"CEO for what?"
"Wayne Enterprises. You must have heard of them, right?"
"Oh the owner is man whore or a pimp." I joked
"Well when did I become a man whore and a pimp?" Said someone behind me
"He's right behind me, isnt he?" I asked
"Yes I am." Answered Bruce Wayne, one of the most richest man of the world.
I giggled and turned slowly. But when I turned I saw the sexiest man alive.
BRUCE'S POV
When I saw her it was this wave of sunshine. I never felt this before Rachel died, she had one of the most prettiest eyes I had ever seen. I wanted this moment to freeze but I couldn't, I just had to let tie fly.
"Bruce Wayne." I said
"Rose, Rose Sanchez." She said as we shaked hands
"This is my goddaughter Bruce. She had grown up since I left." Said Fox
"She's that young girl with that blue dress in that photo in your office?" I asked
"Yes, um..that is."
He would always look at that photo and start to cry, he would always choke up when the phone rang when he called.
"Well you know, on Saturday there is this big charity event for Wayne Enterprises and Fox needed a date, would you ,Rose, be his company?" I asked
"Well sure I would, I need some catching up to this man." She laughed
That laugh made my hair's on my arm go up. I accomplished something for Fox, maybe he would cheer up and not be so gloomy anymore.