Abby sank into her chair in Government class, it had been a long night. If anyone ever found out that she had been the 'small karate guy' who had taken out five gang members near main street she doubted that she would be invited to another party. 'The guys deserved it,' she told herself, they had attack two kids. This would be the last time, but every time she said that it never turned out to be the last time.
"Miss Wayne?" The teacher who wore a bad toupee said also known as Mr. Mudd; "would you happen to know who the youngest billionaire in business was at the age of 12?"
Abby groaned; "No sir I don't," it was an obvious lie.
"Miss Wayne I believe you of all people should know, who knows you might be related to him. Do you know now Miss Wayne?"
"Yes sir, I know."
"And who is it Miss Wayne?"
"The same man that we talk about everyday, then same man who has a plaque in the library, the same man who owns this school, Bruce Wayne."
"And why do we discuss Mr. Wayne everyday?" The teacher asked from him podium.
"Because he signs your check," ninety-nine percent of the class broke into laughter. The school was a black majority and they excepted her for standing up to the teachers everyday.
"Quiet down class!" He demanded; "Miss Wayne!" Just then there was a knock on the door Mr. Mudd went to investigate, Abby turned around and talked with friends until the teacher came back; "Miss Wayne, your father is hear to collect you for the afternoon."
Mr. Mudd looked shaken up; "He's here?" She faltered.
"He's waiting for you in the hall," he responded. 'Shit,' Mudd saw her donor, 'all the teachers will know by the end of school.' Abby trudged to the hall to find Bruce Wayne standing in the middle of the intercity high school, in a high ranked suit displaying his wealth to the world.
"Why are you here?" She grumbled walking over to him.
"I'm here to pick you up," he said; "I thought you would like a ride home."
"I'd rather walk," she said going past him.
"I need to talk to you Abbrielle," he said.
"No thanks," she responded leaving the school.
Five minutes later Abby was walking down the street; "Abbrielle," Bruce's voice came from a black car he pulled out in front of her as she crossed an alley. "Get in the car," he says. She walked over opening the door getting inside, Bruce reversed out of the alley driving down the road. "Abbrielle," he said; "We need to talk."
"Your not driving towards the apartment," she said bitterly.
"I thought we would take the scenic route," he said. With that Abby gripped the door handle; "Does my driving frighten you?"
"I'm preventing my right hook from connecting with your jaw," she said slowly.
Bruce took in a small breath; "I don't believe my news will improve your mood."
"Nothing you could say would ever improve my mood except good-bye."
"Well I will be saying that at the end of our discussion," he kept his eye on the road; "You need to stop with this childish display, I am your father I want some respect."
"Do unto others as they would do unto you," she said; "I only respect people who deserve it. You've never respected me."
"I'm your father I deserve it."
"And I'm your," her voice was raised and had gotten heated but she brought it back down; "daughter." With that she looked out the window not wanting to look at him any longer.
"Hannah and I have decided that it would be good for you to stay at the manor for the summer," Bruce said as they started to park the car. Abby gave no sign that he said anything until he was parked when she ran from the car at light speed.
When Bruce entered he just saw Abbrielle's door slam shut; "did you tell her?" Hannah asked from the living room.
"I did," Bruce said sitting in a chair.
"You got underneath her skin then," Hannah said, "she spun around in furry, threw down her coat then slammed her door, that's the 'I-know-he-was-right-but I-don't-want-to-admit-it,' act," Hannah smiled; "Has she threatened to hit you yet?" Bruce nodded; "Your getting close Bruce, it may not seem like it but you are. Once she lets you in, it's all down hill, the worst thing you can do though is betray her," she told him.
"Why is she like this?"
Hannah put her coffee down; "Bruce I'm not going to lie to you, I'm not trying to make you feel guilty but you need to know. She's acting this way because she loves you so much." Bruce didn't understand so she started again; "When she started writing to you when she was five she would run home everyday to see if you had written to her. She did it until two years ago, everyday though she tried to make it look like she didn't. Bruce she tried everything sucking up, being a 'yes' man at school, being brave, getting in trouble with the cops, she wanted attention."
"Why didn't you ever call me?"
"It seems like every time I was going to we heard about some crime wave in Gothum and then our problems seemed insignificant. Besides I'm not going to order you to talk to your daughter."
Bruce soaked it all in; "I have plane ticket reservations for the last week in May for her, a straight flight."
"You do know school doesn't end until the first week of June?"
"So what can the teachers teach her in one week that would be so important?" He smiled.
"I can't argue with people who are more intelligent then me," she smiled.