A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update! The school work was just piling up so I didn't have much time until now. Anyways, here's the update.
Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
Gotham
December 5, 2010
I walked out of the DMV with my school backpack on my back and my brand new driver's license in hand. I've known how to drive for such a long time, but this was a whole new feeling, it finally being legal for me to drive as Sylvia Wayne all by myself. The clouded sky began to rumble with thunder as my father and I walked to the car. Car upon car did we pass until we found the silver compact cadillac. I clicked the keys to open the drunk and dropped my backpack inside. I unlocked the car and my father and I climbed in, buckling our seatbelts. I started the car and pulled out of the lot like it was no problem. There was music playing low in from the speakers, Deify by Disturbed. My father was sitting uncomfortably in the car as I drove. It was bothering me how he was behaving while I was driving. The second I slowed to a stop at a red light, I opened my mouth.
"What, am I a bad driver?" I asked him, the annoyance bleeding into my voice. He simply laughed and shook his head like nothing was wrong.
"You're not a bad driver, it's just hard to let your child drive you for the first time." He reminded me that this was the first time he had ever been in the car with me. I started to get a little sympathetic to his state of mind. It's like the time Dick drove the Batmobile while my arm was in a cast so we could rendezvous with our mentor on the outskirts of Gotham. Although he was a horrible driver the first time. Way too touchy.
"Well, I guess that makes sense." I sighed, focusing on the road as the light turned green. I drove forward and pulled into the right lane, getting ready to turn, making my way to Wayne Enterprises. "So, Mr. Fox has something to show us?" I asked, getting a bit excited to visit the R&D department. Those were always the best kind of trips to Wayne Enterprises, as all of the other board members are such stiffs when it comes to Dick and I visiting the company in hopes of one of us taking over one day. They may have high hopes for us, but they don't show it well.
"Lucious has something for you. Think of it as an early Christmas present for Wildcat." He smirked. A smile crept upon my face as I drove. We hit another red light and I pulled to a stop, taking a deep breath as I turned the heat up higher. As we waited for the notoriously long light to turn, I lightly traced my fingers across the wheel, feeling the pur of the engine. It wasn't the fastest car in our garage, but it also wasn't mine. It felt weird driving it, knowing that this was the same car I was always in the back seat of as Alfred would drive Dick and I to school. Alfred wasn't even here to see me driving. He was back at the Manor, helping Dick build his project for the science fair.
"What do you think the new gadget is?" I asked. "I wonder if it's a new taser, or electrified escrima sticks. Those are on my list." I wondered happily as I looked out across the way, an all black SUV pulling up with blacked out windows. In Gotham, the passengers could be anyone from street thugs to the mayor.
"Why would you need escrima sticks of your claws are your best assets?" My father questions, the calculation of his train of thought becoming less and less subtle. I heard the sound of an engine rev off in the distance.
"It would be less expected than a cat attacking with claws… Although I'd still have to be in close proximity for combat." I sighed, starting to get a little agitated that the light still hadn't turned green.
"Either way, your best capabilities come with hand to hand combat." He agreed with me. The light finally turned green but before I could go, some guy decided to cross the street, slowly as he carried his groceries in a bag about to burst. I waited ever so patiently as he passed my car before pulling up and continuing down the street. There seemed to be no other cars out today besides us. But unfortunately, not three blocks later did we hit another red light.
"Just my luck that in the first half hour of me legally driving, I hit almost every red light." I sighed, tapping the wheel as we waited for the light to turn green for the third time in a row. Pulled up behind us was another black SUV, like the one before. Suspicion rose in the back of my mind, but I dismissed it, as nearly all of the cars in Gotham were black or grey.
"It's just one of those days." My father exhaled deeply before looking out the window. The light turned green and we pulled forward.
"I hate these kinds of days, but today is still a pretty good day overall." I smiled, travelling down the street. The black SUV followed behind us at a normal distance, so no alarms went off in my head. But as they sped up behind me, so did I.
"What's that for?" My father looked to me as I drove, soon surpassing the speed limit.
"There's a car following us." I frowned, taking one hand off the steering wheel to gesture back to the SUV speeding up, following closer and closer to the back of the car. Soon, we emerged into the normal daily traffic. We stopped as one last red light, the SUV pulling into the lane next to us, but just sitting there. My father stared at the car, like he thought he could see who was behind the wheel, trying to no avail. But neither of us could make out a driver. The light turned green and I pulled forward. Time seemed to slow down as that SUV stayed where it was. I crossed the fourway intersection and watched as it shrinked in the rearview mirror. Ass we crossed the next fourway intersection, it all happened so fast. A truck with a ram attachment barreled down the cross street and slammed into my side of the car. They hit us so hard that the car flipped down the street and settled upside down.
"Sylvia!" I heard faintly among the ringing in my ears. I unbuckled my seatbelt and crumbles to the glass covered ground. I looked over to my dad as the familiar feeling of glass digging into my skin overwhelmed my senses. My father wasn't in his seat. Panic welled up inside me as I dragged myself through the window, scrambling to get up from the glass covered ground on the outside of the car. My arm and ribs were burning, but none of them were angled or protruding anywhere, which led me to the conclusion that they were fractured. My vision flashed between me coming out of the tank, soaked in water, and me coming out of the car, soaked in sweat and blood. I found my father standing in front of the car, his eyes meeting mine as I stood up. People stopped and climbed out of their cars to see the flipped car. I stumbled, walking to my father. Before I could hug him, a set of bolas wrapped around my feet and arms, knocking me down. I looked and saw Sportsmaster charging us.
"Dad!" I yelled as he charged my father, but instead of attacking him, he ripped me from the ground and held a knife to my neck.
"Let her go." My father commanded, blood dripping down his face from a gash above his eyebrow.
"I don't think so." He backed away with me. "Besides, Mr. Wayne, my employer will double anything you try to pay me." Sportsmaster laughed as I felt a needle puncture my shoulder. My vision began to fade, but I extended my claws and jammed them the best I could into Sportsmaster's legs. He groaned in pain, as I grew weaker. I felt myself being lifted into the air as the assassin grabbed onto a ladder, a helicopter that seemed to come out of nowhere whisked us away. The last thing I saw was my father's face, a look I had never seen plastered upon it. A look of fear.
New Orleans
I opened my eyes and found myself in tight metal cuffs on my hands and feet. As a pounding headache encroached upon my consciousness, I saw the last face I wanted to see not five inches away from my nose. I jerked back and upon my reaction, his laughter ensued. I scooted back into a wall and touched my face, finding that not only was my cowl not shrouding my face, but there was a gag tied over my mouth. Panic began to well up inside me as I looked down, finding myself dressed in a pair of spandex and a sports bra. No. The memories forced their way to the surface all at once.
"My plaything is so much more interesting now that she's awake." Klarion smiled, the cat climbing off his shoulder to smell me. It was happening all over again. I thought to myself.
"Shall we apply the tech to Savage's prize?" I looked over and found the extra voice belonged to Professor Ivo.
"Non, Savage said that la fille's reactions will assist with the work that he wants completed." I saw the Brain flanked by Monsieur Mallah. Out of nowhere, I heard an explosion.
"Besides. I like my play things to have a bit more fight in them." Klarion smiled as the cat meowed by my shackled feet. I heard familiar voices coming from another room. I even caught the sound of someone saying Aqualad.
"Help!" I tried to scream, but the gag made it near impossible. I reached up and pulled it down the best I could. "Somebody help me!" I shrieked.
"Sit back down and shut up!" Klarion yelled, but I ignored him and kept screaming.
"Please! Help me! Somebody!" I screamed, but Klarion yelled in a fit of rage, zapping me with a red flash of his magic. Pain shot through my body as I convulsed in agony, a harsher scream than before forcing its way out of my throat.
"Stop it, witch boy! It's not helping anyone!" Professor Ivo yelled at him. When the pain subsides, the hyperventilation began. I couldn't stop. My memories were flooding through my mind. For the first time in a long time, I began to cry despite my best efforts. Tears streaked my cheeks as Monsieur Mallah dragged me over to the work station by Ivo, Klarion, and the Brain.
"Help me!" I cried as the door burst open. Through my tears, I saw Kid Flash and Artemis, an arrow nocked in her bow. The looks on their faces as struggled to breath, trying to fight the flashbacks. "Kid!" I cried out, reaching out for him. Klarion started to laugh.
"Well, since they already see her." He shrugged behind me, hitting me with the red energy once again. My back arched as I screamed. I was slipping away.
"No! Stop!" Kid yelled, the anger bleeding from his voice into the atmosphere of the room. I could feel his rage as I convulsed on the floor, screaming and crying.
"Freeze!" Artemis yelled, aiming her arrow upon the villains.
"Don't be absurd! With what we've created tonight, I could-" Professor Ivo was threatening, but Klarion raised his hand. The magic acting upon me ceased and I was too weak to move. There was no hyperventilation, no crying, just my limp body strewn across the floor.
"Why waste such power on her?" He questions the others. "Do what she says!" I saw Kid sprint towards me, but it was too late. "Freeze!" Klarion yelled and I suddenly felt chilled. The warehouse and heroes disappeared, and I was lying on the ground, staring up at a face I knew was inevitable.
"Finally, the prodigal monster returns." Vandal Savage's deep voice resonated with me. "And what a beautiful monster she is." He knelt down next to me and stroked my cheek. I remained motionless and expressionless as I layed there, but I was screaming on the inside. My skin burned where he touched it. Savage reached for my hands and removed the cuffs, the proceeded to do the same with the chains on my ankles. "Those aren't necessary here." He scooped me up and carried me out of the room.
"Why?" I managed to get out in a whisper. I wanted to attack him and scream at him, but I was barely holding on to consciousness, to my sanity. He simply chuckled as he set me down in a bedroom. I looked over and saw him open a closet door, revealing an array of clothing that all looked about my size.
"Don't worry my child, all with be revealed soon. But first, you must rest. Someone will come in and tend to your wounds from the car accident. I do apologize, but it was a necessary evil." He spoke before turning to leave. I heard him say one last thing as I slipped away. "Soon, you will see the Light."
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-thegirlwhoisstillwaiting