_Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Gotham or anything relating to the TV series. All rights go to their respected/respective owners & creators. This story will be a blend of what takes place in the first season.
I plan to write eleven, fulfilling chapters for this book. If everything goes according to plan this will wind up concluding the way of desire. Now, I won't list any warnings, but this story will be mature and contain some fluff. I like fluff since it helps me get by.
I only own my OC & her plotline to this story. Prepare to meet new faces along the way_
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Sincerely, your girl, Mad! :)
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Mads Cromwell was sitting on the railing of a fire escape to a brick apartment, down an alley in Gotham City. Her arms were covered by a white leather jacket on top of a white blouse with dark jeans, and dark boots. Her hazel eyes were watching the people, passing the alley by in a bustle. Her chestnut brown curls fell over her left shoulder, cascading down the front of her petite frame. She was sixteen, standing to the height of five foot two with attitude to match.
She could be at home with her family...oh, wait! She couldn't for two fricking reasons. One, her family had been murdered while the other had her making an oath to do a job; she didn't desire. A yawn escapes the girl as noise on the landing hit her ears. She froze in her place, tempted to glance behind her yet something so horrible was about to take place in the alleyway.
A man and woman with two children took a turn down the dark alley.
Mads narrowed her gaze at how happy they seemed to be getting along. If her memory had been searched correctly this would be who she was sent to protect. Her eyebrows knit together in evident confusion. Her boss didn't specifically inform her of the boy having a sister or parents being alive. As her mind went into overload to piece her recollection together a man in a mask, yielding a gun came from the shadows of the other end of the alley.
The intruder of a man was yelling at the parents who tried to keep their children from view of the guy.
Mads was about to jump from her spot until a gentle tug on her arm caught her scowling at piercing green eyes. Her eyebrows shot up at a curly haired girl with goggles attached to her head. She took in the all dark clothing the tanned skin girl wore, "Who-?"
A hand softly shot to the mouth of Mads whose eyes went to the other girl's palm in question.
Mads got no answers as shots pierced the air. She jerks from the other girl, lightly moving to where her focus repositioned on the attack at hand. Her eyes spot the lifeless corpse of the bodies to the parents the two children were with. Her eyes curiously flickers around to see the man had run off after choosing not to pull the trigger of the gun on the kids. Her eyes squint into narrow at the girl who seems to appear no older than fifteen years of age.
She needed answers, looking to the girl who had slapped a hand to her mouth moments before. A glare sat in her light hazel eyes as she regift the girl with short, blonde curls a questioning gaze.
"Who are you?" Mads asks in a low whisper.
"Selina Kyle, but I'm known as Cat." The girl lightly reveals in a soft whisper back to the brunette.
"I'm Mads." The brunette offers as the other girl makes to leave. She doesn't stop Selina, choosing to narrow her gaze on the crime scene beforehand. Her hands flew to her ears at the shrill scream coming from the young boy as his sister tries to calm him. She shakes her head at how loud one could be with a simple scream.
She wanted to comfort the boy herself, frowning as the start of her job had begun. She was sent to Gotham in order to protect the boy yet no one told her from what. Did the slaying of his parents count for her protection? Should she come out from hiding or wait to follow them to their manor once the so called butler appeared? It took hours longer than the brunette expected just about falling to sleep on the fire escape with thoughts of the Selina Kyle girl.
Mads so happened to be a tomboy herself even in her all white exterior. It wasn't her favorite flavor, but she had to so what her job called of her. No matter how absurd things were about to get.
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A fifteen year old with bright blue eyes hidden behind thick rimmed glasses of cherry red was sat in the study of Wayne Manor reading intently. Her thick, vibrant red curls were pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head. Her pale complexion stood out amongst the roaring fire going. She felt bad for her brother who was grieving over the death of their beloved parents. Much like him the older Wayne girl was stoic with a little to no tears showing on her part.
She liked casual clothing in red- mostly, but sometimes black. She liked to go at things alone as she sat reading the Harry Potter book series. At present, she wore a vibrant red hood with blood red leggings and sneakers in the color of black and red. She was content until the doorbell ringing shook her from her quiet thoughts. Her mind snapped to a possible intruder, but then thought it absurd due to am intruder breakingin via the open windowscape.
Her brother was hesitant to stride into the study whereas Alfred Pennyworthy- their butler went to see who their visitor was.
"Baby, why are you reading Harry Potter? I thought you'd be onto something a little more serious." Her brother bore a serious look as he took a seat across from the girl with freckles dotted around her button nose.
Baby put a bookmarker in place of the chapter she was on. She closed the book, sheepishly grinning over at the dark haired lad. She would do anything in the world to protect her brother.
"Brucie, Harry Potter is a serious topic." Baby teases, partially smirking.
Bruce lets a frown placate his olive features as his grey green eyes avert to the floor. He hardly got into arguments with his sister over something as small as reading.
"I could understand if you were trying to catch up on topics like Lucifer instead, B Bay." Bruce bites off in a comeback. His joking was so off point.
"Jokes on you, Bruice. I like the nickname B Bay. And, I'm already caught up on Lucifer. Who wouldn't like someone so bad?" Baby grins, wiggling her red eyebrows at the boy who pales at sentiment.
He didn't like the nickname she had given him.
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"Who might you be?" Alfred Pennyworth asks the girl in a white leather jacket, standing at the front door of the Wayne Manor.
Mads cited the man as posh, given his demeanor with an English accent which could get stuck in your head. She heard stories of the older gentleman, having bore witness to the close relationship the man had with the Wayne children. Straightening her posture, the girl with chestnut brown curls reaches into her pocket to retrieve a piece of paper.
"I think this shall answer your question, Pennyworth." Mads says, extending the paper to the Butler who took it, allowing his hazel eyes to skim over it. She waited patiently as realization dawned on the butler.
"Well, miss Cromwell, please come in." Alfred said, moving aside to allow the sixteen year old entrance to the place.
"Thank you, sir." Mads said, slightly bowing with hands clasped to one another behind her back.
"Why did they think to send a female to watch over Master Bruce?" Alfred asks her in the entryway upon shutting the door.
"I am not allowed to ask questions. I tried to once which didn't end well. Beats the living daylights out of me." Mads yawns, shrugging as she cast a bit of a glance about the elegant place. She wrinkled her nose up in disgust at the luxurious mansion wishing she could be safe at home in her own bed.
She had no other options. She couldn't return home or be with her family. Not unless she were to die.
"Oi, I see." Alfred said, giving a slight nod of the head. He gestured to the open doors of a study off to their right.
Mads couldn't help grimacing at the sound of two kids laughing which reached her ears. She crosses her arms, lifting an eyebrow up at the butler. She had never been tied to anyone, but she had been sent to Gotham in order to teach her a lesson. The sixteen year old still didn't know what the lesson she had to learn was.
"I was only told of looking out for the boy. I didn't know there were in fact two children of Martha and Thomas Wayne." Mads allows the words to roll off her tongue as she makes brief eye contact with the butler.
"Miss, I was only told; somebody was being sent to keep watch over Master Bruce and Master Baby if anything were to happen to me. It's an ironic thought to think anything could happen to me. I am the most trained at my job." Alfred informs the girl with a prideful smile taking hold of his sunkist with a tint of red facial features.
"Mr. Pennyworth, I assure you I am trained to do my job. It isn't to replace you whatsoever. I was sent to look after the boy...and girl, I suppose when you aren't around. Like suppose, you have to run an errand for them...?" Mads says, trailing off as she hoped he caught her drift.
Alfred seemed relieved by her revelation. "How long do you plan on staying then, miss?"
Mads felt a frown upturn her lips into a downward spiral. She had been in training for six months as they hoped she would be able to conform by said time. She feigned as if she were going to keep to every order they barked at her which helped her to complete a twelve month training plan in under six fucking months. Sighing, she mulled over an appropriate answer to his question; choosing to be honest with Alfred.
"Honestly, I don't know. My bosses didn't give me an exact date for how long I was to stay. I guess as long as it takes to ensure the safety of the Wayne children." Mads softly replies, holding his gaze as she speaks to Alfred who nods.
"Alfred, who is it?" The voice of a soft spoken male caught their attention.
The girl with red curls in a ponytail shoves her brother to the side to get a good look at Mads.
Alfred straightens his posture, letting his gaze briefly flit to the brunette who copied his action.
"This is miss Mads Cromwell. She was hired by your late parents to watch over you lot if anything were to happen to me." Alfred unamusedly introduced the sixteen year old.
"Oi, I'm Baby Skiles Wayne. My brother is Bruce. How long are you going to be around?" Baby bravely asks as her fierceness had been the most prominent thing about her.
"Don't be rude, B Bay. I apologize for my sister. Bruce Wayne is the name." Bruce slightly nudges Baby as they stalk from the study to come face to face with Mads. He extends a long arm for the brunette to shake who keeps her hands clasped to one another behind her back.
Mads refused to get too attached to either of the Wayne kids. She was aware of what pain it could bring if one were to get close to someone. All too well did the girl know of the pain.
"I don't know how long I'm going to be around, Miss. As for replacing your butler, that's not my goal. And, you can call me Mads." Said the brunette girl who flickered her gaze to the butler in a bit of reassurance that she really wasn't there for his job.
"Why would my-?" Bruce is about to until Baby lightly slaps him upside the hair. The boy had been staring at Mads as if she were an entirely different species.
"Our!" Baby corrects in a scolding manner, folding her arms as she raises her eyebrows at the brunette.
"They didn't necessarily hire me. Look, it's a complicated story for another time. I was sent to protect...the both of you. From what? That beats me. As for now, I can't say too much or they're liable to roast me." Mads said, averting her gaze to the sleek flooring in a frown of concern.
The Wayne children had more questions on who they were by the revelation alone. They didn't pry even if they really wanted answers.
"Welcome to Wayne Manor." Bruce sheepishly spoke, still attempting to get her to shake hands with him.
Baby shot her brother an annoyed glare, rolling her eyes at the boy. She loved him, but thought he should get a new hobby.
Mads let her eyes flit to his extended arm, popping out an excuse as to why she couldn't shake hands with any of them.
"I apologize, but I cannot shake hands with you. It's against my orders." Mads frowns as the words roll off of her tongue at ease.
Bruce looks disheartened, dropping his hand down to his side.
Baby purses her lips, nodding. "Figures. Your boss must be strict."
Mads only nods in confirmation. Her mind kept reeling on how many of her bosses their were. She really couldn't give too much away if she were to survive the coming trials.