AN: So I realize my writing isn't the best. I honestly just love to write and create my own little fantasy situations. Please review and tell me what you think, because I would love to learn from all of the brilliant people out there :)
Oh yea, and this story switches between Beca's point of view and the OC I created, Amber's point of view, and occasionally Deadpool. It is technically a romance, I just need to get there. I really want to set up the story first before we meet Beca and Amber's significant others.
There will also be like sort of Cameo's from different stories or series like OUAT and PLL eventually, but I'll take a while to get there, because it takes me forever to write.
I'm currently attempting to get into a college and I'm stuck in boarding school, so time off is pretty rare here. I'll try to update when I can, if I don't post for a while don't worry, I won't abandon you! It just takes me a while!
Annnd I don't own anything in this!
Thanks for reading and enjoy the story!
Beca's POV:
"So how did they die?" I ask as I look up from the headline newspaper.
Dad walks over and glances over the paper for the fifth time, "I was told when Kent's body went haywire he over heated, causing an explosion within himself, killing him and Lois." He states with a monotone serious voice.
"But how?" I know my voice is lined with irritation, but stuff like that doesn't just happen.
"No one knows for sure. Traces of kryptonite were found," he walks over to his desk quietly and picks up a single green shard from a Petri dish, "and his nineteen year old daughter was the only one in the vicinity to not die." He adds a little more grimly.
I look around the giant concrete room for a moment, imagining it filled with people and the whole Kent family. That girl was standing right next to Clark and she survived. That explosion would have killed people in a room five times this size, or more.
I look back up to Dad who is know inspecting one of his many hidden blades, "How did she survive? Do her powers make her like steel too?" I ask more curiously.
"That's the thing, she doesn't have any powers and yet, she didn't have a scratch on her." He looks down at his feet before fiddling with the rest of the knives.
"Did she do it?" I hold my breath for the answer.
"No, she, Clark and Lois were very close. She wouldn't. She was put in S.H.E.I.L.D."
"Why? She doesn't have any abilities or special talents." That's bogus. Fury can't do that!
"Beca, enough questions. We are working on the situation." What does that mean.
"Working doesn't get anything done. We have to do something. Lets go find out who did it!" I start to walk over to my armor case next to Dad's. May be we can go to the site and find something; it had to have been Lex Luther!
Dad interrupts my train of thought, "No! You can't go outside. What did I tell you?" I internally roll my eyes. Not this again. "No one knows who you are, no one even knows you exist. Only Nick Fury. If anyone else knew about you, that there is another Wayne or potentially Batman's daughter, you could be killed. We have tried so hard for nineteen years to keep you guys safe!" He practically spits out the last word.
I hold my hands up for a moment, "Wow, wow, wow… 'We'? Who are 'you guys'?"
"Master Wane, may I have a moment?" Saved by the bell.
Alfred walks in with his hands behind his straightened back, composed as always. There is something about his eyes though. Confusion perhaps?
"What is it?" Dad asks in his gravely voice.
"Well, sir, it seems your alarm system has gone off. Trouble I suppose." Dad shrugs his shoulders as if it were normal, which it was. "However, what peaked my curiosity was that fact that it is no threat near here." He states in his priceless accent. Dad raises his eyebrows. "The alert appears to be coming from Malibu Place?"
And just like that Dad jumps up. He runs to his armor and literally throws it on with his mask. Completely in panic might I add? My stomach drops at the site. I've never seen Dad panic. He is always cool and collected.
"Dad what is it?" I try to hide the worry in my voice.
"Beca, I need you to stay inside. I mean it!" He at me sternly, "I'll be back soon. Alfred watches her. I'm taking the East Jet to California." And with that he was out the entrance to the cave.
What could possibly have him that panicked? Why is something in California such a big threat anyways? I don't even know anybody in California, well I don't really know much of anyone, but that's beside the point. Who is this threat and whom is it threatening. If this thing really is dangerous enough that Dad needs to fly over now, then it could potentially be a danger to him. He could get hurt. That's it.
I run over to the empty cage that held Dad's armor and grab mine. It's the same concept except no weird pointy mask. Instead I have an eye cover that covers my eyes and the bridge of my nose. I mentally apologize to Dad and run down he hall and towards the west wing of the Bat cave.
"Excuse me Miss, but I believe you are not supposed to be going down there!" Alfred calls after me.
I don't look back and keep running while calling back over my shoulder, "Sorry Alfred!" I push my legs even faster down the dark hallway.
I run for a minute in complete darkness before the light start turning on, lighting up the ground and walls. I enter a large room with stonewalls. Small drops of water drip from the ceiling in a soothing manner, successfully calming my nerves a bit. My feet clang on a now metal grated pathway. Underneath it is a fast flowing river. The path splits into three others. The center path leads to a massive waterfall. The damn thing needs to calm down; it's like the only sound I can hear.
The other two paths lead to two smaller platforms. They are enclosed by countertops that have different computer technology that I've never seen before. The screens are seemingly clear but they have images in neon colors. This is cool. The one on the east side has an empty spot in the middle, but the west one has a nice sleek looking jet waiting for me.
"Sweet." I let out to myself. Its jet black could fit two people comfortably up front and one in the back. Its slick with an aero dynamic design. Compact and loaded with discreet guns.
I run up to the console eagerly and begin to push buttons that look like they are ready this. Suddenly the engine roars to life. I can't help but smirk. This is going to be great, no threat can go up against this. While pondering my near future a weird sensation grows in the pit of my stomach. Nerves? Or is it just my excitement?
"Miss! Wait Your father said!" Alfred's calls out from down the hall.
That's my queue, I hit the door and it pops open vertically. I jump inside and the door closes automatically. I settle into my seat and take a deep calming breath.
"Where would you like to go Miss?" A robotic voice plays through speakers on the jet startling me.
"Jesus, what are you a programmed Alfred?" I mumble t myself.
"Actually, you may call me Jarvis." Holy shit it responded!
"Uhhhh, okay Jarvis. Can you take me to California as quick as possible?" I say still confused.
"Right away Miss." And just like that all of the green and blue lights turn on revealing the ultra technology within this jet. The dashboard is illuminated and ready to go apparently. "Systems fully powered and taking off."
The jet slowly rises, sending the butterflies back to my stomach. It rotates about forty-five degrees so that it's facing the waterfall. The water is pounding down into the river below. I feel an aggressive rumble as the back jets fire up. In an instant the jet shoots forward and through the downfall of water. I grip the armrest as I'm forced back into my seat. Water engulfs the jet for only a moment, and to my surprise a tunnel is on the other side. Rock walls curve into a sort of spiral that the jet follows out. I feel the jet going on an incline for about a minute before it levels off and metal wall appears. Oh crap, I probably hit a wrong button on the console. I'm going to die. I never did get to tell Alfred he was more than just a butler to me.
Just as I finish my prayers and "I love you"'s in my head the metal wall pulls apart into two pieces, creating just enough room for the jet to fit through. I mentally wipe the sweat off my forehead as I enter the night sky. My calm moment is short lived when I look outside the glass window. My heart rate quickly picks up as I scan the ground below me.
Massive lit up buildings line streets that are filled with the red taillights of bustling cars. It's like Gotham has it's own constellation. It's amazing! I've never seen anything like it. I mean I've seen pictures of Wane tower but now that I can see it and the rest of the city, it blows my mind. I wish I had been able to be a real citizen, and not hide behind enforced walls. This place looks stunning, and I'm not a part of it. I will be though. My chapter starts now.
"Here we come Malibu!"