Hey guys, sorry for the late update, school is killing me. So this is just what my version of the fall finale. So yeah, I'm not using Copperhead. Focused on Bruce and Anne's perspective and a bit of Alfred's. No Jim.
Anne sat cross legged on her bed across from Bruce with a French textbook in her hands.
"Mon nom est Anne, votre nom est Bruce. Translate" she instructed him.
"Um… My name is Anne, your name is Bruce?" he guessed.
Antoinette had promised to teach Bruce how to speak French if he, in exchange, had taught her how to dance. Mainly ballroom. She was less embarassed about it now.
"Great job, hot shot." She awarded him with her sweet smile that Bruce longed for- but he wouldn't tell her that.
"Oh I'm the hotshot" Bruce chuckled, trying to keep it cool. She laughed at his comment.
'Her laugh is gorgeous… just like her.' Suddenly, Bruce felt himself falling for his best friend.
"Okay." She said, still smiling. "Repeat after me. Je te aime." She motioned for him to repeat what she said.
Bruce struggled in languages. He was never good at Spanish, Chinese was just a jumble of words to him, and French was just confusing. So he hadn't really known what 'Je te aime' meant.
"Je…te…ai-" he was cut off by the front door closing and Alfred conversing with someone who sounded frantic.
The pair sat and listened for a second before Anne stood hastily, grabbed Bruce's hand, and pulled him downstairs.
When the foyer came into view, all Anne could characterize about the person was that she was female, tall, and Caucasian. Her facial features were very familiar to Antoinette, but because she was wearing a head scarf, she could not place her.
"My car was ran off the road." She whimpered as Alfred helped her in. once the woman was inside the house, she got a glimpse the children on the stair way. When her eyes landed on Anne's, they stayed, making Anne, Alfred, and Bruce increasingly uneasy. Her eyes were a deep green. But there was something hiding behind that plastered on fear…
Suddenly, her frown faded and was quickly replaced by an evil looking grin. Alfred noticed quicker than Anne or Bruce had.
The woman slowly pulled off her hair scarf to reveal a short blonde pixie cut with red highlights. Her evil grin increased.
"…Natalie?" Anne gasped. Shivers ran down her spine.
The woman took a gun from her purse.
"Run. Run!" Alfred, jumping into action, threw a punch at Natalie, whose coat had been shaken off revealing a black cat suit and black knee high hell boots. She fell to the ground with a grunt. She kicked Alfred's ankle, making him fall to the ground. She leaned for the gun and shot at the kids but Anne pulled Bruce up the stairs just in time.
Anne pulled Bruce into her room and locked the door. "Get in the closet." She said, her breath catching. Bruce did as he was told and Anne followed, closing the door behind her.
She grabbed a stool from the corner of the closet and put it in the middle of the closet.
"Bruce, give me that box." She said almost frantically. Bruce gave her the box she was referring to, and she opened it and retrieved a small pin and a bobby pin. She began picking the lock to the ceiling hatch.
"Anne, what are you doing?" Bruce whispered.
"Come on, come on…" she mumbled to herself as she picked the lock. Finally, there was a small 'click' and Anne popped the lock and opened the door. She helped Bruce out first, then climbed out herself.
As soon as she was out, Bruce grabbed her hand and they ran towards the end of the roof.
"Wait… what about Alfred?" Bruce stopped and asked.
"Bruce, I'm absolutely positive that Alfred will be able to defend himself, because he is a fighter. We have to go before Natalie catches up to us!" she exclaimed before grabbing his hand and running toward the edge.
"…We have to jump." Bruce mumbled. Anne hesitated but nodded.
"One...two…three!" he exclaimed as they jumped and landed in the pool.
Bruce helped Anne out from the deep side because he knew that she couldn't swim very well. When she finished hacking, they began running toward the gate. Gunshots were heard, and one hit the tree in front of them. Anne let out a short scream.
Another gunman stepped from the bushes and held his gun in front of Anne's head. She put on a brave face and closed her eyes. Bruce squeezed her hand. Suddenly, she kicked the gun from his hand, then kicked him again in the face, making him fall backwards. Anne ducked, pulling Bruce down with her as the man swung, missing them both. Anne quickly grabbed the pistol off the ground and shot the man in the knee, earning a very loud yelp of pain. Anne swiftly hook kicked him, rendering him unconscious.
"Bruce! Take her! Run!" Alfred screamed.
Bruce pulled Anne as she slid on the wet grass to collect the gun that she had just dropped. They ran past the gates and into the woods.
Once they had gotten far enough into the woods, they began to walk. Anne tucked the pistol inside her belt inside her sweater.
"Are you alright?" Bruce asked, referring to the gash on her calf from falling on a rock moments before.
"Yeah. You?" she asked as she sat on some vegetation to tear some fabric from her leggings to wrap around her leg. When she lifted her leg, she winced.
Bruce kneelt down next to her so she could rest her leg on his lap so she could gauze it.
"I'm fine. Anne, where'd you learn how to fight like that?" he inquired. She stopped wrapping for a second.
"Avery. He was good. He taught me just in case I came across trouble that words couldn't fix… like this occasion." She replied.
"Which brings me to my second question." Bruce sat down fully, with her leg still on his lap. "Who were they?"
Anne put down the fabric. "Natalie. She was my brother's girlfriend. Until… she killed him." She spoke the last part quietly.
"I thought your brother was killed in a drive by." Bruce said.
"That's what I thought, too. Until I did some snooping and found "top secret" files on the murder case." She quoted top secret with her fingers as if to mock it.
"Avery was a spy. He was a double spy. When one side found out what he was doing, they sent their top assassin spy to kill him: Natalie. The police covered it up to look like a drive by." She said before she finished gauzing her leg. Bruce didn't ask her any more questions. He just helped her off the ground.
"Thank you." She said.
"You know, Anne… you saved my life dozens of times today. I believe I should be thanking you." Bruce said modestly. (Anne loved that about him)
She sighed. "Bruce. You saved me the day I first met you." She said before engulfing him in a soft hug. Because he was so surprised, it took Bruce time to actually hug her back. "Thank you." She sounded as if she were kind of crying. When she pulled away, she wiped her few tears away with her sleeve.
"Okay," she sighed. "I think I know a place where we can lay low."
"Fish, I need your help." Harvey Bullock sat in front of Fish Mooney asking her for help about Anne and Bruce.
"Why should I help you?" she asked before crossing her arms.
"Because there are two very young lives at stake here. There's someone targeting them." Alfred cut in.
"And who are you?" she asked the old man.
Alfred stood straight. "Alfred Pennyworth, miss." He said. Fish's eyes lit up.
"Ahh. The Wayne's butler." Fish stood up.
"Please. You will be rewarded for your services." Alfred pleaded. Fish smirked. She liked to see people beg.
"Alright. I'll help." She said as she sat back down across from Harvey.
"Have you seen this kid?" he held a picture of Anne up.
"Well," Fish exclaimed folding her arms. "That looks like Avery's little sister."
"How do you know Miss Claire's brother?" Alfred asked.
"Oh he used to work for me. He was my little spy. Well until he was discovered. They threatened to have his family killed if they ever caught him snooping again." She sat back in her chair. "I guess they caught him. His funeral was last month."
"So they covered it up to look like a drive by." Bullock said.
Fish nodded.
"So the assassins that killed Avery are out to get Anne?" Alfred inquired.
"I'm guessing so. She is the only other living witness besides me, and they already tried it." She answered.
"Let's go. Thanks Fish."
"Change. Don't tell anyone your real name." she thrust some close into his hands. "I'll be right back." She said as she picked up her own new pile of clothes.
They both changed and emerged in street clothes.
Anne wore a pair of gray converse, skinny jeans, a black shirt, and a purple cardigan and belt (With the pistol tucked in), with a black beanie to cover her hair, especially her silver lock. Bruce was wearing a pair of royal blue converse, jeans, and a gray sweatshirt.
"Where are we?"
"This is where all the street kids hang out. I came here all the time when Avery wasn't home or was at work." They walked past a group of kids.
"Annie?" someone asked in a suspicious tone.
"Anne stopped walking and slowly turned around.
"Kandy…" Anne mumbled spitefully. The girl had short spiky blond hair with black highlights and a nose ring. She had blue eyes.
"Look who it is, Kurt!" the short girl called to her identical twin brother who looked exactly like her. Same hair, same nose ring, same eyes.
"Well if it isn't little trouble." Kurt cracked his knuckles.
"What did you do?" Bruce whispered from behind her.
"They think I'm responsible for getting them sent to juvenile hall because I was the only one who didn't go." She whispered back.
"That call for a little pay back, doesn't it boys?" several other boys came to stand beside Kandy and Kurt.
"Kurt, you're well aware that that wasn't my fault. Kandy, maybe we can talk about this." Anne stepped back.
One of the boys swung at Anne, but she carefully dodged it. "Or not." She mumbled as she unclasped her watch. She tossed it to Bruce.
"Don't break it." She warned as she took a boxing stance.
Bruce made a mental note of her bravery and realized why she gave him her watch. He put it around his knuckles.
Another boy swung at Anne and she ducked before punching him in the face.
Boys were coming at Bruce and he was punching at them with his watch-knuckles.
Kandy scratched Anne across the face, causing her to bleed a little. Anne scratched her back, returning the favor. Kandy threw a punch and Anne caught it, slid between Kandy's legs with her hand flipping Kandy over. Kandy kicked her in face, getting up. A series of punches and scratches followed. Kandy appeared to be winning until Anne ended up spin kicking her in the face, breaking her nose.
"Ugh. I broke a nail." She wiped the blood from her lip and cheek as she looked down at the unconscious Kandy.
Bruce was also wiping blood from his face.
"Kandy!" Kurt rushed to his sister's side, discovering her state. "Oh, you asked for it!" he growled. Anne grabbed Bruce's bloodied hand and ran. Kurt and two other boys gave chase.
Anne pulled Bruce up s flight of stairs into a storage locker. They hid behind a large cabinet.
She put a finger to her lips and silently shushed him as the door slammed open and closed.
"Oh Annie… come out come out where ever you are…we brought friends…" she heard Kurt's eerie voice.
"Bruce, run." She whispered. "They want me. Not you."
"No. Not without you." He whispered back.
Anne closed her eyes and let out a loud sigh. Suddenly, she leaned in to kiss Bruce on the cheek before mouthing 'stay here', which took him by total surprise. Anne looked around the corner and saw that everyone had left except the new addition to the room: Natalie.
Out of nowhere, Bruce sneezed.
"Come out, where I can see you!" Natalie yelled.
Bruce hesitated at first before standing up with his hands behind his head. Natalie pointed a gun at him. "Tell me where your little girlfriend is, or I blow your brains out." She threatened.
Bruce didn't say anything. He didn't acknowledge that Anne wasn't his girlfriend. Natalie cocked her gun.
Anne cringed before standing up on the other side of the room.
"Let him go, Natalie. It's me you want, not him. If you let him go… I'll go down without a fight. That's a promise." Anne put her hands up.
Natalie let out a chuckle. "But why would I do that? This way I can kill two birds with one stone…" she said, darkly.
Anne sighed dramatically before she swiftly jumped to catch the pipe above her head. She swung her feet to kick Natalie in the face. She fell to the ground with a grunt.
"Two can play that game, Nat." Anne hopped down from the pipe.
When Natalie stood up, she reached for her gun. Anne swung out her pistol before Natalie could even take hers out.
"Oh so you remember me, my dear Annie?" Bruce now noticed the English accent Natalie carried.
"Avery loved you. And you killed him" Anne's face was cold. She cocked her gun.
"Anne, you don't have to do this…" Bruce said.
"She'll kill you if I don't."
Suddenly, the door to the storage locker slammed open.
"GDP!" four or five police men rushed in.
Natalie, seeing this as a distraction to the two children, whipped out her gun. Anne was quick enough to see this and they both shot at the same time.
Anne dropped the pistol as Natalie collapsed, lifeless.
"Master Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred rushed to the frazzled Bruce. He nodded unbelieving.
Anne didn't notice Detective Gordon shaking her shoulder. "Anne. Are you okay?" she didn't hear him. All she heard was a faint buzzing sound. She felt light headed. Then she collapsed. Jim caught her and rested her on floor.
"Anne? Anne!" Bruce came next to her. Blood began seeping from her waist through her cardigan.
"Call an ambulance!" Gordon yelled and applied pressure to the wound. Her eyes started watering.
"Anne look at me okay?" Bruce stuttered, directing her to look at him. Her big brown crying eyes blinked as he clasped his hand with hers.
"You'll be okay…"