A\N: Look who finally managed to update?! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! You all rock!
Talia Al Ghul was a beautiful woman. She was confident, graceful and by all means deadly. She was everything thing the blonde wanted to be. But what Kate didn't want to be, was to be controlled by someone else. And Kate clearly knew that anything that went against her will was broken, bitten and ripped apart by her.
She wished she could do that with Talia.
To break her, to stab her and to make her beg for mercy.
Sitting on the old wooden box, Kate gave out a deep breath, leaning against the wall of the dirty alleyway. Talia hadn't told her what she needed her for, she had just said that when required, the blonde would be called.
"Please let me go,"
Kate paid the bleeding man no mind, lost in her thoughts.
"I promise to be good,"
He was sobbing but she ignored him, her fingers tracing the blood stained blade of her knife.
"I promise to God that I'll never kill..."
He was just another monster in Gotham.
"I'll never do drugs..."
A soon to be dead monster to be exact.
"Just let me go..." He begged her as he lay bleeding on the cracked concrete, his eyes filled with tears. "Please don't kill me."
"Will you just shut up?!" Kate barked at him, eyes flashing red. "Can't you see I'm trying to think?!"
She narrowed her eyes as the man began to sob. He tried to get up and run as far as he could from her but his legs were broken. His bone crippled into sand. He couldn't even feel his toes. He was still weeping when a hard kick was slammed against his jaw. The man was sent flying to the opposite wall of the alleyway before falling back onto some trash cans.
"Idiot," Kate grumbled, glaring at his dead body before pushing herself off the old box.
Running a hand through her sunny locks, she started her walk to Wayne manner whilst thinking up excuses to explain why was she so late today.
The clock didn't bother her anymore. It didn't really. No matter how hard she tried to stay awake, she still dozed off and woke up to find the sun laughing at her. Something wrong as hell was happening with her. Kate knew it was and she was going to find out what.
"Hey Kate,"
The blue-eyed blonde was startled when something landed on her lap. She quickly jerked up in surprise only to see it was a remote control for a TV. Confusingly, she picked it up before shooting a look at the three boys bickering with each other. The boys being none other than Dick, Jason and Tim who seemed to be fighting over the TV channel.
From her stay at Wayne Manor, Kate had gotten to know that the Wayne boys had a thing for fighting with each other all the time. Apparently, they all had given each other names. The majority she heard were demon spawn for Damian, replacement and swan queen for Tim and she was pretty sure that Mr. Grayson's was golden boy. She'd heard them all from Jason. What she found funny was that he himself didn't have a name or if he did, then she hadn't heard it yet.
Bouncing off the comfy couch, Kate tossed the remote to Damian who simply smirked and began surfing different channels with Blake grinning beside him.
Kate totally ignored the groans from the three boys as she walked over to the kitchen.
Bruce Wayne was no where to be seen. The blonde assumed he was in his study, doing whatever millionaires do to make more money.
"Need any help, Alfred?" She asked, looking around the sparkling kitchen.
Boredom. It was all she got here. The only work given to her was by Mr. Wayne who assigned her small office papers some times. Kate had started to feel that she was getting rusty by lying around doing nothing all day.
The old butler gave her a warm smile as he stirred the yellowish mixture with a wooden spoon. "Can you please hand me a box of milk from the fridge, Miss. Katherine?" He asked, pouring some chocolate syrup in the bowl.
The blonde flashed him a smile as she strolled over to the fridge and pulled out an already opened box of milk.
"What're you making anyway?" She asked, settling her eyes on the old man.
"A chocolate cake for dessert."
Grinning at the answer, Kate took a step forward, almost tasting the chocolate melting in her mouth. The blonde was in a chocolate dreamland when her foot collided with the wooden counter. An extremely disgusting curse vomited from her mouth as her whole body jerked. The milk being open, splashed all over her blue shirt, arms and hands.
The blonde harshly placed the box on the counter, frowning as she rubbed her aching foot. "Sorry, Alfred." She apologized for the mess she had done.
The butler sighed, "It's alright, Miss. Katherine." He walked up to her, smiling softly. He cocked his head, looking over at her foot. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, straightening up. "Nah." Kate smiled before frowning at her now dirty shirt. "Can you get me a towel?" She inquired.
Alfred nodded, heading towards the nearby shelf.
Kate looked at her hands that dripped with the healthy drink. Shrugging, the blonde brought her hand up to her mouth, licking her palm.
She clicked her tongue with the roof of her mouth, brows knitting together. Was it just her or did the milk taste different today?
She was still pondering when Alfred handed her a towel. Thanking him, she cleaned her shirt as Alfred spoke, "You are my guest here, Miss. Katherine."
The blonde arched an eyebrow as she locked gazes with the old man.
Alfred gave her a pressing look, "But foul language is not welcomed here." He scolded.
Kate blushed in embarrassment as she bit the insides of her cheeks, not daring to even look up at him. One thing she had also learned while staying here was that no one disobeyed Alfred.
"When he comes in, you'll go out and come back after a few minutes. Got it?"
Kate rolled her eyes when Blake sent her a stupid look, not exactly catching why his sister wanted him to leave the room when Alfred came in with their glasses of milk. "But why?" He cocked his head up, biting his lip when she groaned.
Placing a hand on her temple, Kate sighed, "Just do as I say. Kay?"
He was about to ask more questions when there was a knock at the door, followed by Alfred's permission to come in. Blake sent Kate a small nod, confusion written all over his face. He felt satisfied when the elder girl answered with a mischievous smile.
"Come in,"
The door pushed open, revealing Alfred with a silver tray in his hands that held two glasses of their daily milk. "Here you are," The butler placed the tray on the side table.
He didn't notice Kate eyeing Blake who instantly got up and speed-walked out of the room. Taking one of the glasses, he turned around only to raise an eyebrow when he saw the younger boy's absence.
"Where did Master Blake go?" He inquired from the young woman.
Kate bounced her shoulders, "I dunno," She took the glass from his hands. And right when she was about to press its rim to her lips, she stopped. "I forgot to tell you that I saw a mouse in the bathroom today."
She was highly amused when the man's eyes went wide. "A mouse?" Alfred repeated disbelievingly.
Nodding, Kate pointed towards the bathroom. "I saw it, alright."
A smirk stretched her lips as Alfred walked inside the bathroom, a look of worry on his face. Quickly, she lifted the cushion off the couch, pouring the milk at its corner before placing the cushion back to hide the stain.
Kate acted nonchalant as Alfred walked out. "Are you sure you saw a mouse, Miss. Katherine?"
The blonde nodded. "Yeah." If this was an acting competition, she would've won first prize. "I saw a mouse." Her words were smooth, balanced.
"Do not worry." He assured her, "I shall set up a mouse trap."
All the blonde did was smile as she handed him the glass back. Suspicion crawled over her thoughts as the butler glanced at the empty glass. "Did you drink your milk, Miss. Katherine?" He inquired.
"Yes," She lied smoothly through her teeth before faking a small yawn.
It was 10:00 at night and Kate was not sleepy. Blake on the other hand, was out like a lamp, tangled up in the blanket. The blonde bit her lip as she stared at him before looking back at the clock.
It was all in the milk that made her go to sleep early.
She was happy that the mystery was solved. She almost wanted to do a small victory dance but the question why was she and her brother were given a sleeping medicine, still remained.
Silently, Kate pushed herself off the comfy bed and softly walked to the door. Clenching the door knob in her hand, she tried to open it. "It's locked." Kate mumbled, remembering Blake's comment that the door was locked when he woke up.
What was Bruce Wayne hiding anyway?
She took a step away from the door, glaring at it. She thought about ripping it down but that wouldn't go so well in this situation. She tried to push it open again but the fancy door refused to open up.
Fifteen minutes.
That's how long it took her to pick lock the door open. Kate was sure if Miss. Pricks was here, she would've beaten her into a pulp to take that long.
A dim blue light was scattered around the halls, providing one enough light to see in the dark. There was a peaceful silence all around her. The only sound audible sound to her was the ticking of a clock that came somewhere from down stairs.
She stepped out, her shoeless feet quietly padding on the soft and warm carpeted floor.
As Kate walked down the stairs, her eyes kept wandering around in search of something bizzare happening. The blonde swiftly sprang behind a couch as she heard footsteps. The footsteps began to grow louder and louder before decreasing as she felt the person pass beside the couch.
Peeking out, she found none other than Alfred who held a tray in his hands, a tea pot with steam coming out of its nozzle on top of it.
The man didn't notice the blonde's presence as he stalked towards one of the huge halls. Pushing herself up, Kate followed suit, entering the empty hall.
Her blonde eyebrows knitted together as she reached its end. She looked around, searching for the old man but found no one. "Where'd he go?" She mused, placing her hands on her hips.
Though, she found it strange that there was an old grandfather clock at the end of the hall.
She stared at it for a few seconds, her gaze fixed on the two arms of the clock, that ticked in circles. Pursing her lips, she shifted her wait on her toes, reaching up to the clock's arms. Finger slightly pressing at the long arm, she pushed it up.
Her stomach churned when the grandfather clock gave out a small roar, the arms of the needle striking twelve O'Clock.
Kate's eyes stretched wide as the whole clock began to move aside, only to reveal a darkened passage.
Swallowing a lump stuck in her throat, Kate moved forward, entering the passage. It wasn't a passage, rather it was a staircase leading down to somewhere.
She winced as her feet made contact with the cold marble stairs. With numerous thoughts storming in her head, the young woman walked down.
Soon her ears began to pick up voices. Voices that she recognized.
Once she reached the floor, Kate breathed in awe at the amazing sight in front of her. It seemed to be a cave with a clear black tiled floor and was that a dinosaur?
As the blonde turned around, her sapphire blue eyes met pairs of equal blues including a bright emerald green. And that's when her breath got somewhere stuck in her lungs.
"Kate?" Dick blinked disbelievingly, staring at her along with Jason, Tim and Damian.
Tim was the next to ask, "What're you doing here?!" His mask-less eyes were wide, shocked.
Damian simply scowled, with Jason opening and closing his mouth like a fish in the background.
She wasn't paying attention to them all. Her attention was fully focused on their costumes and especially the insignias carved on them. The blonde's cheeks flared red when she saw the red-helmet strapped to Jason's hip.
And finally her eyes met a steely blue pair that had anger and fury all written in them. A scowl graced Bruce's features as he glared at her.
The words that came from Kate's mouth made his scowl grow even deeper. "Y-you're Batman?" She breathed, heart suddenly hammering against her rib cage.
Dick took a step towards her, a soft smile on his face. "Relax," He held his hands up, calmly strolling to her paralyzed form, "Let me explain,"
His brows furrowed when she backed away from them all, muscles tensing up.
Seeing the way she was reacting, Bruce didn't waste a second,"Get her," He growled in anger.
Kate was not expecting Damian to oblige. The boy pounced on her like an angry tiger, trying to tackle her to the ground. Springing into battle mode, Kate veered aside before delivering a hard kick to his back causing him to crash hard against the floor.
Her paralyzed body seem to burst with energy as she dodged a bo-staff that was cracking with electricity. Grip tightening around Tim's collar, she spun on her heel, throwing him at Jason. The teenager slammed against the second Robin's body, the two toppling over one another.
As Dick tried to adsorb the extra strength she'd just shown, the blonde had bolted up the stairs.
Bruce Wayne was Batman. He was the damn Batman. The man she hated the most after the Joker. Well, shit.
She needed to get out of here as fast as she could. She needed to take Blake and herself far away from this place as possible. If the dark knight found out about her alter ego, her life was going to be even a bigger hell then it was now.
A curse left her lips when something hard collided with the back of her head. Groaning, Kate clenched her head, fingers weaving in her sunny locks. Her gaze landed on none other than Alfred, holding his silver tray as he said something to her across the lines of forgive me, Miss. Katherine.
She dropped on her knees, her nerves going dead and her body feeling numb with the contents in her stomach churning. A growl escaped her lips as she saw Batman walk up to her, his cowl hiding his steely eyes.
She wanted to tell him that she'll kill him when she'll gain consciousness again but her tongue didn't obey her commands as her surroundings began growing darker, darker and darker until nothing was left except for the terrifying darkness.
A\N: Cliffhanger! We all love cliffhangers don't we? :)
If this story's starting to get uninteresting or boring then let me know. I'll totes stop writing it. The lack of response I'm getting is starting to make me feel useless. Though, thanks to those who have been sticking with me from the start! I love you guys!
Thanks for reading, dearies!