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A Speedster's Providence
Unit 6
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"Welcome to Gotham City Observatory." That was the first thing that the tour guide had said. Who would have thunk it though – of all the places to have a school trip.
The notorious Gotham City.
She'd been looking forward to the trip since the beginning of her second semester.
It took some effort on her part to break away from her school group unnoticed.
Maybe it was her intense crimson hair – she was the only redhead in the entire group.
Maybe it was her lanky build – she stood head and shoulder above most of her classmates.
Maybe it was the 'troublemaker' attitude she'd adopted. She liked to talk (and about random things too). It wasn't that her mouth had no filter, it was just…she'd spent an entire lifetime keeping silent. If she wanted to talk, she was going to talk.
…Okay so maybe those reasons did attribute to her teachers being watchful of her.
But back to ditching her group.
The crime rate in Gotham wasn't all that bad (yet) – so she figured she'd risk it. Besides, she wouldn't go more than a block or two away from the observatory.
Probably.
Unit 7
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Wallis was admittedly…a bit of a klutz.
There was no real explanation why, she just was.
Point in case: when she had made her way out the observatory, just as she was about to descend the final set of stairs, she missed a step. This had her falling to the ground where she ended up in an ungraceful sprawl on the sidewalk below.
Tinkering laughter filled the air as she began to brace herself up by her elbows.
She glanced irritably in the direction of the laughter. She then found a small hand unceremoniously shoved before her face.
Her eyes travelled along the length of the hand's arm before her eyes clashed with twinkling dark blue ones.
"Nice landing," the small boy grinned as she clutched his hand. As he helped her up, she noted that he was surprisingly strong for his age.
"Hah, hah," she mocked as she brushed the dust off her pants, "Come up with that on your own overcoat?"
She made a jab at the brown oversized coat that he wore. It looked odd on the short boy.
"I could ask you the same thing," was the cheeky reply.
She rose a brow.
'Oh really?'
Unit 8
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She liked one-upping persons, especially adults who she was mentally older than. With that said, it wasn't often that Wallis met upon persons who could do the same to her.
But of all the persons to do so – did it have to be a nine-year old child?
The universe was fraught with irony, so she guess she should have expected as much.
"It's okay I get it, you're embarrassed that you're clumsy," he said flippantly in response to her irritated gaze.
What uncontrived cheek.
His response when she had said as much had her confused.
"Yeah, I'm pretty trived."
She stared at him unimpressed.
"I'm like quadruple times your age, I don't have to take this." She eventually uttered, though she said it more to herself than to him.
The boy had the audacity to snicker.
"You're like 11."
"I'm mature for my age." Though an understatement, it was the best she had to work with.
The boy's grin was all teeth. "Fine, you're a mature 11 year old."
Wallis sighed.
Unit 9
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"Ms. West!"
The sharp call of her name and a series of clicks – the sound of high heels meeting concrete in rapid succession – was all she needed to know that she was busted.
"Mrs. Gin," Wallis greeted as she turned and easy grin on her face. Wallis was a firm believer in the adage 'deny, deny, deny'.
Mrs. Gin was a strict, middle-aged Caucasian woman with plain features. Wallis thought that she was a dime a dozen really.
"Don't 'Mrs Gin' me," the woman huffed. "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to let you come along on this trip. Where did you think you were going?"
Wallis' grin twitched, yet before she could reply, she heard sniffling coming from behind her.
She looked over her shoulder only to see the kid who'd been all smiles moments ago, snivelling bitterly.
She watched as he gave Mrs. Gin one of the best kicked puppy looks she'd ever seen.
"I-I-I got lost," he stuttered wiping his messy nose in his sleeve, "And she was help-p-ping me wait for my p-parents here."
Watery blue eyes peered imploringly up at the woman.
"You'll let her wa-ait with m-me won't you?"
Oh, he was good.
Unit 10
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Wallis grinned as she watched her teacher walk away. She'd gone to find help for the 'poor dear' and had ordered Wallis to stay with him.
But by the time she got back the both of them would be gone. Wallis would have to get back to the group (because anything less would be suspicious) and the kid would run off to wherever he was coming from before he'd happened upon her sprawl down the stairs.
"That was fantastic," Wallis complimented.
"I know," the kid grinned as he wiped his nose in his sleeve yet again. "My older cousin John said that because I'm cute people will fall for whatever I say."
Wallis' lips quivered. "I'm sure."
The boy shrugged, before his grin returned full force. "You so owe me now though."
Wallis failed to reply when a piece of paper was shoved into her face. Snatching it from the boy, but not before lightly glaring at him, she read it.
'Haly's International Traveling Circus'.
"My family, the Flying Graysons, are the main attraction," the boy spoke, "We're gonna be in Gotham for a while, so you should definitely come."
Wallis stared at him with wide eyes.
Oh boy.
A/N: A nine-year old Richard Grayson - awesome.
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