Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
Wayne Manor
February 14, 2011
This was the longest school day I've had in a long time. But it only felt that way as today was a special day, and I had plans. Today was the one day I actually did my homework during class, discreetly keeping it out of view from my teachers. This was usually frowned upon, but I had things to do when I got home. So, as I pulled into the driveway, I was surprised to see Wally there. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled into the garage, grabbing my backpack from the trunk and leaving Dick behind to go greet my Valentine. I ran to him, dropping my backpack in the February snow before tackling him. The blanket of snow cushioned the fall, but I couldn't help but kiss him as we layed there in the frosted grass.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I asked as we got up off the ground.
"I didn't even know I was coming. I had planned on doing something this weekend cause of school, but Bruce called. Something about going to the Wayne Foundation Valentine's Day Gala?" He smirked, his arms still around my waist as he leaned in to kiss me again.
"Get a room." Dick commented as he walked passed to get into the house.
"You know, you could have gotten in through the garage, perv." I glared at him, leaning back in to kiss my boyfriend.
"It was locked and I don't have my keys." Dick sighed as he went in through the front door that Wally left ajar. I snickered as I kissed him.
"Let's head inside. We have to get ready for the Gala thingy." Wally states, letting go of me to grab my backpack and walk inside, my hand in his. Once we were up to my room, I found a bouquet of roses and a small present.
"Oh, Wally." I stopped, covering my mouth as my heart felt like it stopped while I gawked at the roses. I couldn't help but laugh as he came around in front of me with his camera that I gave him for his birthday. He took multiple photos of me as I laughed at him and called him a moron. There were a dozen fully bloomed roses sitting in a vase on the trunk at the end of my bead and a small silver box with a red bow. I picked up the box and untied the bow, seeing what was inside. On a simple chain was a beautifully intricate pendant.
"It's a celtic love knot. I thought it would be perfect for you since you don't like to wear super flashy things on a regular basis. I know it's not mu-" I cut him off with a kiss, something was different about today. I didn't want to let him go, ever, but today I just couldn't stop myself. Luckily, he stopped me.
"We have to get ready for the gala." He said with heavy breath, still holding me, but we stopped moving. We were just standing there.
"You're right." I breathed, walking to my bedroom door, locking it to change. I looked back and Wally and he had a raise eyebrow. "What? It's nothing you haven't see before." I smiled, stripping down as I walked to my closet. I just slipped on a robe and moved into the bathroom, slowly and meticulously smoothing my hair back into a high ponytail. Wally came over and sat on the counter in my bathroom as I started putting on makeup to contour my already prominent cheekbones. I was in the middle of blending my face with foundation when Wally spoke up.
"Why do girls do all of this stuff? I mean, you're gorgeous without it anyway." He tilted his head, looking at the eyebrow brush in his hands. I grabbed it and started brushing my eyebrows and then proceeding to fill them in.
"Well, it's a societal thing. I have to look better than perfect in light of my… recent illness… Alfred even made me go get a spray tan yesterday to hide all my scars. I mean, it's my skin tone, so you can't even tell but still. The dress I'm wearing tonight, if I didn't, my skin would cause suspicion." I told him, moving on to put simple nude eyeshadow, painting on cat eyeliner. Wally just sighed, watching me as I swiped on mascara.
"I don't care what you do, you'll always be perfect to me." He smiled and I just slightly back handed his arm.
"You're cute, but sometimes I have to worry more about the media's opinion. Especially after what happened." I looked down, clumsily rummaging for my lipstick.
"I don't care. Today, you shouldn't have to worry about anything. I'm your valentine and that's all that really matters at this Gala thingy. No one can ruin your night tonight." I couldn't help but smile at his words as I put on the dark red lipstick. I just stared at the mirror, trying to figure out what to do next based on my dress hanging in the closet. I looked down at my nails, they were silver, so I didn't bother changing the color, they would be fine for tonight. "You done yet?"
"No." I sighed, figuring out what to do. I reached up and pulled my ponytail out, grabbing my curling iron and getting to work with my many layers of thick black hair. It took a while, but when I finished, my hair was voluminous with large movie star curls. I went into the drawer and put a pair of diamond earrings in before looking to Wally. "How do I look?"
"You're insanely beautiful." Wally commented as he got off the counter and kissed me. My hands started to do what they wanted, running underneath his shirt, feeling his finely tuned abs, his muscles. He had a similar idea, my robe falling off my shoulders. But the moment was fleeting as I realized we were running out of time before we had to leave for the event. I smiled and pulled away, walking out of the bathroom, dropping my robe. I could feel Wally staring at me as I pulled on the dark red evening gown. It was haltered with cutouts on the sides, the fabric catching the light just enough to look luminescent. When I zipped it up, it hugged my tiny waist before cascading to the floor.
"Go, put on your suit so we can head downstairs. We have to leave a little early since we're the hosts of the Gala." I told him looking over as I put on my heels. He was already clipping his suspenders to his pants. I walked over to him and grabbed his bowtie off the vanity, finding that it was suspiciously the same color as my dress. I gently put it around his neck and started tying into a bow before neatly folding down his collar. He put on his jacket and we moved to head out of the door.
"Wait." He stopped, walking back over to the bed and grabbing the necklace and standing behind me, clasping it beneath my large and buoyant curls. I felt shivers as his fingers grazed the nape of my neck. But we marched on, making our way downstairs to wait with Dick and my father for the limo.
Gotham
A few hours later
Everything had been perfect up until this moment. I was dancing with Wally, him twirling me around and dipping me like it was nothing, like we were meant to do it for the rest of our lives. We would have atleast been dancing for the rest of the night, but as fate would have it, there just had to be party crashers. I was giggling and being twirled out by Wally when they came in, but I didn't see them until he brought my back in and dipped me back. I froze at the upside down sight of the the colorful crashers. I stood up and locked eyes with Wally, struggling to keep my claws hidden as I held onto the sight of Wally's eyes. He looked past my shoulder and saw them too.
"Babe, I need you to get me to the southeast corner of this floor." I whispered and Wally nodded, he bolted, first without me to gain enough speed to take me away in a blink of an eye. People only saw a blur and I was gone, almost as if I wasn't even there in the first place. Bruce and Dick were still there, just in case the clowns attacked while Walls and I were still suiting up. I dragged Wally into the supposed supply closet and pushed back one of the shelves of cleaners.
"What are we doing?" He asked as I stuck mine and Wally's hands on the wall, the whole thing rippling in green light.
Biometrics accepted, welcome Wildcat and Kid Flash. The computer interface spoke as the wall slid open to an express elevator. I grabbed Wally and rushed inside, the elevator speeding straight down to a secure level, The Department of R&D and Applied Sciences, closed off to all but a select few.
"Far wall. Uniform is the third compartment from the left, sixth from the top." I told him as I grabbed my own, stripping out of my dress and putting my hair up in a pony tail and putting on my Wildcat costume.
"So, do you just have sets of my costume lying around in various locations?" He asked as I smiled as I hooked on my utility belt.
"We have everyone's costumes. We're always prepared." I told him before hopping on his back and making him run me to the elevator to get back up stairs. Along the way, I set out the help signal to the Gotham police. But the time we got back up to the floor, Kid and I were crawling in the air ducts, waiting for the right time to intervene. The Joker and Harley were dressed to the nines, like they were on the guest list, while the rest of their goons had joined them in their individually unique clown masks.
"Who said you could stop playing? That was out song!" Harley shrieked at the now silent band. They began to play Funny Valentine as Joker pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the crowd.
"Now, not that this isn't fantastically fun, I'm here on business. So, Commissioner Gordon, where are you?" Joker said, but I had already slipped out of the air duct and remained hidden from sight, ready to get the drop on Joker as I gave Kid the queue to use his speed to get the Commissioner out and down the R&D department. The Joker stopped in front of Dick, grabbing his chin.
"Now who might you be? Huh?" Joker looked at Bruce as he held a knife up to Dick's mouth. My father was frozen, non responsive to the clown. "If this is your son, where is your daughter? Sylvia isn't it? Where is she?" He pushed the knife against Dick's cheek, the side of his mouth ever so slightly pooling with blood.
"She's not here." Bruce replied as a drop of Dick's blood dripped onto his collar. I sprang into action, infuriated. I grabbed Harley's giant mallet from her hands and ran.
"Hey! That's mine!" She complained as I slammed it against the Joker, sending him flying into the wall with more force than I should have been capable of. He went right through and his the back wall of the other banquet hall. He just started laughing as I dropped the mallet. Harley attacked me, pulling my back by my pony tail. I snarled as I used my own momentum to flip over her and crush her into the ground with a thud. My claws were out and I was about to knock her out when the Joker came up behind me, forcing a chain in my mouth and yanking back like a bridle on a horse. I bit straight through the chain and swung my leg back in a high kick, connecting with his jaw.
"Kitten! What have they done to you?" Joker laughed from the ground as I pinned his throat with my foot. I knelt down to get close to him.
"Frankenstein perfected his monster." I didn't even know what I was saying until the words had already slipped passed my lips. Harley came up behind me and swung her mallet. I jumped out of the way and squared up to her.
"We should exchange notes, where do you get your work done?" Harley asked, like she wanted a plastic surgeon. She swung the mallet again, but I swiped my claws at it and the handle split in half. Harley froze, staring at me with her eyes so wide that one of them was twitching.
"Oh, you've done it now." The Joker laughed from the ground.
"That was my favorite hammer!" She screamed, pouncing upon me, repeatedly punching me in the face until my nose was bleeding. But I caught her hand hit her arm with my free hand, breaking her arm. She shrieked in pain as I stood up and crushed her leg. Joker's smile stretched from ear to ear, his eyes wider than Harley's. I had crossed a line.
"You've really done it, Kitten. Playtime's over." His voice was deep but sounded curled as it passed his abnormally stretched lips. The putrid look on his face was unsettling. He pulled out his knives from his coat and charged.
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