Aurora sat in her room, the backlight to the computer lit up her face as she scrolled down the webpage. "Aurora dear, are you ready?" her father called, Aurora jumped slightly before she closed out the page and shut down her computer. She grabbed her small clutch bag and rushed out the door then down the stairs, her father waited by the front door in a silken tux with an unknown woman on his arm. "Aurora, this is Sofia Gigante. Sofia, my daughter Aurora." The women shook hands quickly, Aurora's father steered them out the door and to a waiting limousine. "Mr. Wayne is throwing a lavish party for me. He will be a great asset to my campaign." Aurora looked at her father, wondering where the man who used to have tea parties and would play dress up with her had went. Small streaks of silver lined his temples, worry lines were prominent in his forehead and he had a constant guarded air about him, even against Aurora. Bits of her father and Sofia's conversation passed through her ears, she looked out the window as the trees turned into buildings. They entered traffic, people passed by on the sidewalk, the people scurried around into the shops and restaurants. "Like that stupid organization that protested about the piece of land outside of Upper Gotham. So it had uncut trees, we're making progress here." Sofia blurted out, Aurora froze and glanced at them. She had donated a good bit of money to helping save that piece of land, the trees had never been cut and sold for lumber and she thought it was a noble cause.

"Politics later Sofia, we're almost to Wayne's mansion." Sofia smirked, "Wayne's mansion. I've heard many stories about parties at Bruce Wayne's." Aurora rolled her eyes, all of her father 'associates' were greedy, power hungry, closet alcohol/drug abusers or some odd combination of the three. Bruce Wayne was the playboy billionaire that all the women sought after, single or otherwise. Aurora thought he was playing a role by his actions and she was a good guess of character. He was a perfect gentlemen every chance he visited her father. Before her passing, Aurora's mother would always make an excuse for them to be alone together. Aurora would sit and make small talk, knowing that her mother wished for her to seduce Mr. Wayne and marry into his money and power. Aurora couldn't even bring herself to do more than give him a small kiss on the cheek on New Year's, she saw a sadness behind his mask that she wasn't sure she could heal.

The roadway to the mansion was lit by lanterns, other partygoers were walking around the side of the house where the party was to be. Aurora slid out of the limo, flashing a practiced smile to the cameras that blinked at her. "Aurora! You look beautiful, is that the new Nimori gown?" a short man with a shaved head shoved a microphone near Aurora's mouth. "Yes it is, Mr. Nimori allowed me to wear his work and I'm very grateful for his kindness for this is a beautiful piece. Whilst I'd love to stay and chat, I have a quest I must attend to." Aurora inwardly cringed, she knew her father hated when her love of Elizabethan novels came out. She dashed away, her father grabbed her arm. "What did I say about speaking like that, people will think you're a freak? Don't ruin my campaign with your books." He spat, "What century are you from?" Sofia rolled her eyes as she hissed at Aurora, Sofia reached out and tried to 'adjust' Aurora's dress. Aurora flicked her fingers away, "I sewed that together so it wouldn't be so revealing." Aurora hissed at her, "It's supposed to have a plunging neckline, you need to show off that body. Wayne's making his way over and you can't ruin this for your father." Aurora pulled the dress up higher to anger Sofia before she reached out and shook hands with Wayne.

"Aurora, you look beautiful." Bruce sent a smile her way, she gave him one back. He figured she was the only woman at the party who wasn't after him for his money, she was one of the few genuinely kind people he knew that had been raised in Gotham. "How goes 'Northanger Abbey'?" he questioned, "Wonderful, well as wonderful as that tragic love story can be." The pair laughed, Bruce noticed her father with a smug look on his face. He fought the urge to hit him, knowing that the sweet girl was a pawn in a plan that her father was orchestrating. "Ahh a bat!" the woman beside the Mayor shrieked, "It's going to get in my hair!" she flailed her arms around, "Bats don't attack people, they swoop in for the bugs that are flying around your head." Aurora grabbed the woman's arms to stop her, the bat landed by his feet and Aurora picked it up. "No worries little one." She cooed to the animal that was clinging to her fingers, he was impressed. The bat took off when Aurora held her hand out, she returned to the group. "I heard about your kidnapping. How are you fairing?" Bruce whispered in her ear, "I'm alright, a bit shaken up though. I was saved by Batman!" She wiggled when she spoke, a childlike characteristic that Bruce chuckled about. "He was so cool! I was in the bat cave and he took me home in his car!" she wiggled more, "I was asleep when he brought me home though, he used a pressure point on me and it knocked me out, I woke up as he was leaving. Dad was carrying me towards the house and called a doctor-" Bruce noticed the pause.

"Which one?" he questioned, "Aurora dear, let's go and speak to Mr. Vane." Her father grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Bruce followed the group with his eyes, noting how the woman on the Mayor's arm glanced back at him. "That would be Carmine Falcone's daughter, sir. Notorious crime lord." An older man whispered in his ear, "You read my mind, Alfred." Bruce began walking when gun shots rang out across the land.

Screams erupted, tables were flipped over, and people were falling over when a laugh rang out. "I'm looking for Grant Horne." A masculine voice called from around the roof, Aurora looked up and saw a man dressed in a red jumpsuit with black accents and two swords on his back. "Don't worry folks, just give me Horne and I won't have to shoot you." The man jumped down and began to walk through the crowd, his hands were behind his back and he began to skip around the people. He came to a dead stop when he came to Aurora, "What up, toots?" he winked at her though his mask, a small smile peeked up on her face. "Why do you want Grant Horne?" Aurora asked, "He's been dealing with the wrong people love, I gotta take him in to some people who need to speak to him." Aurora saw her father jump up out of the corner of her eye, the man held up a gun and pointed it at him. "Horne, baby. Where ya goin?" "I don't know who you're talking about." The Mayor smoothed down his hair, "Don't be like that, I got your pretty little face right here." The man held up multiple pictures of the Mayor, he was inspecting bricks of cocaine and speaking to notorious crime lords from Gotham and Cuba.

"Those are doctored photographs, obviously." The Mayor shrugged, "Yeah, sure…Bats!" the man screamed joyfully, Batman stepped into the crowd and made his way towards the man. "Deadpool, what do you think you're doing?" Batman questioned, "Like I said to the pretty lady, I gotta take Horne in. I get coin for this gig, Bats. We aren't all fabulously wealthy like you." Deadpool pointed the gun back at the Mayor, "My last name isn't even Horne. It's DiVagio." The Mayor spat, "Alias, duh." Deadpool began to walk over to the mayor, Batman grabbed his arm. "Deadpool, don't take the law into your hands." Batman warned, "Why not, I might even get the girl." Deadpool winked at Aurora again, "May I see those photos? I have degrees in photography and graphics." Aurora held out her hand, Deadpool handed the pictures to her. She peered around for a few moments, Batman walked over to the pair. "Hot AND smart…I can pick em." Deadpool beamed at Batman who grunted in exasperation.

"They're not doctored." Aurora whispered, "What's that, babe?" Deadpool held a hand up to his ear, "These photos aren't doctored…dad?" she looked over at her father who gave a chuckle, "They obviously are, Aurora dear." He towards the three, Deadpool released his sword from its sheath. "Back off the hot girl, Horne." He warned, "Dad, why-is that why the Joker kidnapped me?" she paled, "Plot Twist!" Deadpool squealed, "You've been dealing with the Mob. Fess up, Horne." Batman demanded, "I have no idea what you're all talking about." The mayor shrugged, he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun.

The shot rang out, Aurora felt the hot metal slice through her skin. She looked down and saw the blood pulsing from her midsection, she reached out and grabbed Deadpool's arm. He held her and slowly lowered her to the ground, "Hold on, babe. I got ya." Batman threw a cloth at Deadpool who wrapped it tightly around Aurora's wound. "Watch the babe, Bats. I gots me some villain huntin' to do." Deadpool took off after Horne as he rounded the corner of the mansion.

Horne fired shots behind his head, Deadpool felt the bullet his hit arm and leg but kept up the chase. He flipped into the aid and knocked down Horne feet first, Deadpool sat on Horne's back as he tried to flip over. "Shooting your own kid, Horne. That's just-" A bullet lodged itself into Deadpool's neck, "What the-stop interrupting me!" Deadpool plucked the bullet out and tossed it away, Horne looked horrified at what had just happened. "How?" he stuttered, he pulled the trigger again. The shots were starting to annoy Deadpool, so he grabbed the gun and tossed it into a bush. "Healing factor, it's pretty sweet. Now, like I've been trying to do this whole time. I'm taking you to a very angry Carmichael. I guess your last shipment wasn't satisfactory to his customers. A lot of people have died because of you." Deadpool leaned in close, "That coupled with you shooting your uber hot daughter, how do you live with yourself?" Horne startled chuckling, "That 'babe' has been promised to someone else. Someone even you and your healing factor should fear." "Doubt that, pookey. I can't die, so any threats you make are just going over my head." Horne stopped his chuckling when a large shadow loomed over the pair of them.

Deadpool looked up just as a large fist crashed into the left side of his face, he rolled over a few times from the sheer force of the punch. He landed on his back, Deadpool rolled over onto his stomach as a pair of boots smashed into his face that launched him another few feet away. "Knocking him out will be the most we can do for now." Another voice spoke, Deadpool saw a man in a doctor's coat and small, round glasses standing beside a giant of a man in a metal mask. The doctor walked over to Deadpool and stuck a needle into his neck. "What…is…that?" Deadpool could barely move as the liquid began to flow through his veins, "Paralyzing toxin. We can't kill you, but paralyzing you is the next best thing." The doctor, the mask, and the mayor stepped over Deadpool and made their way to the backyard. More screams met his ears, "*Great, now the hot girl isn't going to let us boink her.*" "^If she lives that is.^" "*Don't be such a killjoy.*" his inner monologue began to argue, "I…gotta…help…the…hot girl." Deadpool tried to pull himself towards the backyard, but a sudden gunshot to the back of his head caused him to pass out.