"So what was he like? This new student?"
"He has potential father, but he is very sloppy," the man raised he eyebrow in question.
"We shall have to fix that," the man responded. There was a nock at the door.
"I'll go get that," I twisted my hair into a bun and but my mask on. Could I be him? I wondered no he wouldn't make a day in that freezing weather. One of the trainers opened the door and let the bundled up person in. It was him the famous Bruce Wayne. The one my father wants to teach. The trainer closed the door and big scary men started to fill the room. We were all scary I guess, in our own special way. The door locked but my father of course had to stop them. Party pooper I thought.
"Wait," Ducard yelled into the spacious room," What are you seeking?"
"I seek the means to fight injustice, to turn fear against those who pray on the fearful," Wayne responded. He then took out the blue flower and Ducard put it into his breast pocket.
"To manipulate the fear in others. You must first your own. Are you ready to begin?" Ducard asked. I smirked wither he is ready or not he will start.
"I can barely stand," he responded breathlessly.
"Death is not wait for you to be ready," He started to attack Wayne," Death is not considerate, or faire. And make no mistake. Here you face death."
He tried to kick Bruce but he grabbed onto Ducard's foot and twisted it. I watched as the fight continued and looked over at Ra's Al Ghul's face, which seems unimpressed. Told you I thought.
"But not of me, tell us Wayne what do you fear?" Ducard asked. Wayne started flinching as if behind his closed eyed he is seeing what he fears most.
I was standing outside with Wayne and Ducard we were all looking at the icy mountains.
" do you still feel responsible for your parents death?" he asked.
"My anger outweighs my guilt," Mr. Wayne responded emotionless.
"Come," Ducard and I led Bruce through the enormous place.
"I'll be leaving you know," I said.
"Off to change?" Ducard asked.
"Yep," I responded popping the 'P'. My room was in a lone wing away from the rest of the group's rooms. Being the only female and being the daughter of the leader has it privileges. I opened the double doors to my large room. It was nice with dark wood and a very dark red everywhere. I opened my closet and pulled out a dark red dress. It had a rose design with black lase showing a little skin near my waist and of course no sleeves. Like they wanted to torcher me anymore I slipped on a pair of expensive red heels. I walked down to the training room where I saw Mr. Wayne and Ducard. It looked like Wayne was attempting to not get off the wooden poles when being attacked by three other men. Mr. Wayne then fell and was in a push up position talking. I could only make out a little bit but what I got was good enough.
"That is Ra's Al Ghul's daughter. She is probably waiting here for her teacher. I advise you stay away from her she'll kill you on the spot if you so much as try to flirt with her," I smirked at the thought of me killing Mr. Wayne but hey everyone thinks he's dead it wouldn't make a huge change.
"Ducard, is this our new student?" Ducard looked at me I could read his expression and he definitely does not want me here right know.
"Yes this is Mr. Wayne but I believe you already met him before," I glared at him but I guess this is what I get for interrupting.
"Ah yes at one of my trips to Gotham when I was a teen, know I remember." Bruce was now struggling to stay in that position. "Lift your stomach and you should be able to stay in that position for another hour or so." I then saw my tutor walk by. I got up from my crouched position and headed over to her. My tutor always said that I looked almost exactly like my mother except for the fact that she was older. She had Dirty Blonde hair while I had white but other then that I have her dark brown eyes and full red lips. I use to have dirty blonde hair but dyed it white because both my mother and father had blonde hair and I wanted to be different. I never really knew how my tutor knew my mother so I walkways assumed that is was the fact that she took care of me all my life.
"Whom were you talking to?" she questioned.
"The newbie, and why are you so formal?" I asked.
"Because I'm British."
"Lame excuse," I joked. My tutor and I had a almost Mother daughter relationship. I was nice to her she was nice to me. We fight, make up, and joke around a lot. We continued walking around for another hour or so.
"I should go get changed," I interrupted as we stood in front of my entrance to my wing.
"Going into Ninja mode are we?"
"Yep," I took off my heels and started skipping down the hallway "Talk to you tomorrow mother."
So now you probably have a lot more question too. like
how does she know Bruce?
Why was she in Gotham City?
Is her name really Nick?
or maybe your just completely clueless on this story and want to know what is going on!
I can only answer one and that is no her real name is not Nick.
Respond please!