Cat and Ivy: At Home 1.9
Karen Cliché – Helena Kyle
Julianne Moore – Barbara Gordon
Elisha Cuthbert – Hannah Lance
Joaquin Phoenix – Kodiak Bard
Jason Bateman – Richard Grayson
Keira Knightly – Rhea Black
Ashley Judd – Kayla Black
Natalie Portman – Kathy Gordon
Created & Written By: Elektra
Directed & Produced By: Dritz Darkstorm
Published By: DDES Fictions
Casting By: DDES Fictions
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Kayla Black is property of Dritz Darkstorm
All other characters are property of DC Comics and WB Television
Studios/Pictures
Dedication To: Dritz Darkstorm, thanks for creating Kayla Black
Alert: I'm using a technique learned from Phoenyx; I will switch P. o. V in
story, but characters will be talking about same subject.
Getting back to Gotham, my car now officially baby safe. Yes, my car, well okay it's a rental. Anyway, I told Mom that I got evicted. Stop laughing, no I don't have bad credit, its just my credit isn't good.
It's raining like hell out here, there are thunderstorm warnings, flash flood warnings and all that junk. My Mom lives in the Financial District. So housing up there is pretty up beat, contemporary and such.
I'm chewing gum; because I'm trying to quit again, quit smoking that is. My Mom laughed and just said okay angel, as if she thinks I can't do it, she says no you can but its just you always go back to it. I think she supports me its just my lack of actually quitting for more than a month is rare.
PJ is asleep again, something he does often. Turning into Elite Housing Complex, everything here is fancy. Its quiet though, simple, and full of rich people, oh no Mom doesn't call them rich she says people that live comfortably.
If that's comfort what's luxury? Anyway, my Mom has a pretty small house, and yes a six-bedroom house is small in this neighborhood.
My daughter is on her way; she says she has a surprise for me. I don't care much for surprises any more. I'm just glad my angel is home. I just got over this hideous chest cold; I swear this weather is kicking my ass.
She says I'm rich, HA! That's a laugh; I think dear Barbara Gordon would say else wise. Just arranging my pictures again. All my kids, Paul is considering becoming straight, I tell him it might do him well, to gain his uncle and grandfather's respect.
Rhea, is trying to quit smoking again, its not that I don't think she can do it, its just she has a hard time with it. She's been smoking for about five years, been trying to quit for 2 years.
I glance out side one of my many windows to see the familiar Pontiac Aztec come into the driveway.
Coming into the driveway, I see my Mom, as I glance out the windshield. PJ stirs a bit; he'll probably wake up soon.
My family is hard-core when it comes to traditions. Your straight, you are either born, or married into the family, your either a federal marshal, forensic scientist, detective or cop. So my Mother being the only one out of my uncle and she to have children expects things out of her children, as does the rest of the family.
It was expected of my eldest brother Paul to be one of the above, and the first to be married and first to have kids. They made exceptions since, my mother broke that rule, the first to marry and first to have kids, she is the youngest of two.
But, Paul is gay; he is an expert in computer science, animation, and literature, film and such. Mom says he can be a good cop with his computer skills. Grandpa and Uncle Adrian don't talk to him, they pretty much ignore him as if he doesn't exist, Mom talks to him, of course she brings up his faults in her most abrasive way.
And, John he is straight but is married to his job. He is excellent in grammar, wording, motives, criminal behaviors and etcetera. Mom points out he should be a detective, and not a criminal justice lawyer. He should marry and have kids.
Me? I'm single, I have a hard with relationships, and now courtesy of Los Diablo's it will be nearly impossible for me to conceive or even have kids! Mom knows that but insists, I give her at least one grandchild by birth. I am good in forensics, medicine, and biology. Mom says I should be JUST LIKE HER!
I'm sitting in my car, thinking if I should go out there, the storm persuades me.
Getting out quickly, going to the back to get PJ, covering him best as possible I run to yes run with a baby in my arms to the front door.
I watched my daughter sit there for sometime before rushing out, going to the back grabbing a bundle and running to he front door.
I head on down to the first floor, and I do wonder what that bundle is, it better not be a stray.
Opening the door, my fears are met with force. Rhea had adopted a stray child. Not my grandchild mind you, no I have no grandchildren. I hope she doesn't expect me to except this filthy thing.
My mom opens the door, and sighs; she must have already guessed the surprise. "Hi Mom" I greet coming in, she just walks away, she of all people.
"Angel what is that thing?" She asks sitting on her elegant leather couch, I shut the door behind me. I suddenly feel like this is a scene straight out of Gilmore Girls and I'm Loreali facing Emily her mother, in some sort of show down.
"This thing?" I question in return, how dare she call my son a thing! "This is my newly adopted son, Peter Joel Black" I introduce him, although he is still sleeping.
"Why does he bear the family name? He isn't blood," She points out; okay Miss Point-Out-the-Obvious does it matter! "Mom, he needs me, I'm all he has," I point out; two can play at that game!
"So, both you and I know DNA test will prove he doesn't belong in this family" She practically attacks him! He is like a month old and the woman has the audacity to attack him verbally! By the way I haven't even sat down yet, my stuff is still in the SUV, and my arms are getting tired.
"Mom, he's your grandson legally" I once again point out, if she wants to be abrasive lets get abrasive.
"Yes, but not genetically and I don't have to accept him" I tell my daughter, if she thinks for one moment I' m going to accept that boy in home, and family she has another thing coming to her!
I expect certain things from my children; I expect them to be cops, detectives, forensic scientists, or federal marshals. Not, lawyers, computer scientist, and certainly not on this Batman Task Force, whatever it is.
They should marry, and have children. No one just waltzes into this family your either born or married into this family nothing else.
"Mom, what is with you?" She asks, has she no sense in what I've just told her?
"Dear, the boy isn't in this family he has no place" I once again explain
"Yes he does, he is my son, he is apart of this family," she says, pity I thought she would have learned.
"Your not even a black yourself!" I throw out, remembering she changed her name a while back.
"WHAT?" She yells now she sits down putting the boy on her shoulder.
"You did, you were fifteen and you changed your name," I inform perhaps she has forgotten after all these years.
"You pissed me off! And it wasn't even legal! I'm still Rhea Leann Black like I have been!" She shouts, does it matter if it wasn't legal? She hurt me then.
"You hurt me by doing so" I explain maybe now she'll understand.
"Mom, this has nothing to do with Peter!" I shout to her, this woman has a thick skull!
"You created this family mom! Can't you make new traditions?" I plead, now PJ is waking up, his calm eyes are keeping my temper, and I mean seriously keeping my temper.
"I will not go against traditions I was brought up with" She replies, and I don't like her tone nor her attitude, its pissed off and angry, and its spreading to me.
"I can't believe you! You of all people, you're my mother your suppose to accept things!" I shout, she raises her eye brows "I will not, and I don't have to, and if you don't want to be apart of this family then leave" she says pointing to the door, okay its only going to hail soon but hey if she wants me to leave fine!
"Fine, you know what, I will I'm not your daughter I never have and never will!" I yell, walking out of the house, getting into my car and driving off. Tears fall fast, as I drive and yes PJ is in his car seat thing.
I told my daughter to leave. What am I doing? Am I tearing up my family? No, I'm sticking to the traditions that were passed down to me. Tears fall now, I can't believe I said those harsh things, but it is true.
In anger I throw my elegant pillows around, smashing photos, tearing pictures of my daughter since I have no daughter now.
Karen Cliché – Helena Kyle
Julianne Moore – Barbara Gordon
Elisha Cuthbert – Hannah Lance
Joaquin Phoenix – Kodiak Bard
Jason Bateman – Richard Grayson
Keira Knightly – Rhea Black
Ashley Judd – Kayla Black
Natalie Portman – Kathy Gordon
Created & Written By: Elektra
Directed & Produced By: Dritz Darkstorm
Published By: DDES Fictions
Casting By: DDES Fictions
Proceed to the address above for copyright information
Kayla Black is property of Dritz Darkstorm
All other characters are property of DC Comics and WB Television
Studios/Pictures
Dedication To: Dritz Darkstorm, thanks for creating Kayla Black
Alert: I'm using a technique learned from Phoenyx; I will switch P. o. V in
story, but characters will be talking about same subject.
Getting back to Gotham, my car now officially baby safe. Yes, my car, well okay it's a rental. Anyway, I told Mom that I got evicted. Stop laughing, no I don't have bad credit, its just my credit isn't good.
It's raining like hell out here, there are thunderstorm warnings, flash flood warnings and all that junk. My Mom lives in the Financial District. So housing up there is pretty up beat, contemporary and such.
I'm chewing gum; because I'm trying to quit again, quit smoking that is. My Mom laughed and just said okay angel, as if she thinks I can't do it, she says no you can but its just you always go back to it. I think she supports me its just my lack of actually quitting for more than a month is rare.
PJ is asleep again, something he does often. Turning into Elite Housing Complex, everything here is fancy. Its quiet though, simple, and full of rich people, oh no Mom doesn't call them rich she says people that live comfortably.
If that's comfort what's luxury? Anyway, my Mom has a pretty small house, and yes a six-bedroom house is small in this neighborhood.
My daughter is on her way; she says she has a surprise for me. I don't care much for surprises any more. I'm just glad my angel is home. I just got over this hideous chest cold; I swear this weather is kicking my ass.
She says I'm rich, HA! That's a laugh; I think dear Barbara Gordon would say else wise. Just arranging my pictures again. All my kids, Paul is considering becoming straight, I tell him it might do him well, to gain his uncle and grandfather's respect.
Rhea, is trying to quit smoking again, its not that I don't think she can do it, its just she has a hard time with it. She's been smoking for about five years, been trying to quit for 2 years.
I glance out side one of my many windows to see the familiar Pontiac Aztec come into the driveway.
Coming into the driveway, I see my Mom, as I glance out the windshield. PJ stirs a bit; he'll probably wake up soon.
My family is hard-core when it comes to traditions. Your straight, you are either born, or married into the family, your either a federal marshal, forensic scientist, detective or cop. So my Mother being the only one out of my uncle and she to have children expects things out of her children, as does the rest of the family.
It was expected of my eldest brother Paul to be one of the above, and the first to be married and first to have kids. They made exceptions since, my mother broke that rule, the first to marry and first to have kids, she is the youngest of two.
But, Paul is gay; he is an expert in computer science, animation, and literature, film and such. Mom says he can be a good cop with his computer skills. Grandpa and Uncle Adrian don't talk to him, they pretty much ignore him as if he doesn't exist, Mom talks to him, of course she brings up his faults in her most abrasive way.
And, John he is straight but is married to his job. He is excellent in grammar, wording, motives, criminal behaviors and etcetera. Mom points out he should be a detective, and not a criminal justice lawyer. He should marry and have kids.
Me? I'm single, I have a hard with relationships, and now courtesy of Los Diablo's it will be nearly impossible for me to conceive or even have kids! Mom knows that but insists, I give her at least one grandchild by birth. I am good in forensics, medicine, and biology. Mom says I should be JUST LIKE HER!
I'm sitting in my car, thinking if I should go out there, the storm persuades me.
Getting out quickly, going to the back to get PJ, covering him best as possible I run to yes run with a baby in my arms to the front door.
I watched my daughter sit there for sometime before rushing out, going to the back grabbing a bundle and running to he front door.
I head on down to the first floor, and I do wonder what that bundle is, it better not be a stray.
Opening the door, my fears are met with force. Rhea had adopted a stray child. Not my grandchild mind you, no I have no grandchildren. I hope she doesn't expect me to except this filthy thing.
My mom opens the door, and sighs; she must have already guessed the surprise. "Hi Mom" I greet coming in, she just walks away, she of all people.
"Angel what is that thing?" She asks sitting on her elegant leather couch, I shut the door behind me. I suddenly feel like this is a scene straight out of Gilmore Girls and I'm Loreali facing Emily her mother, in some sort of show down.
"This thing?" I question in return, how dare she call my son a thing! "This is my newly adopted son, Peter Joel Black" I introduce him, although he is still sleeping.
"Why does he bear the family name? He isn't blood," She points out; okay Miss Point-Out-the-Obvious does it matter! "Mom, he needs me, I'm all he has," I point out; two can play at that game!
"So, both you and I know DNA test will prove he doesn't belong in this family" She practically attacks him! He is like a month old and the woman has the audacity to attack him verbally! By the way I haven't even sat down yet, my stuff is still in the SUV, and my arms are getting tired.
"Mom, he's your grandson legally" I once again point out, if she wants to be abrasive lets get abrasive.
"Yes, but not genetically and I don't have to accept him" I tell my daughter, if she thinks for one moment I' m going to accept that boy in home, and family she has another thing coming to her!
I expect certain things from my children; I expect them to be cops, detectives, forensic scientists, or federal marshals. Not, lawyers, computer scientist, and certainly not on this Batman Task Force, whatever it is.
They should marry, and have children. No one just waltzes into this family your either born or married into this family nothing else.
"Mom, what is with you?" She asks, has she no sense in what I've just told her?
"Dear, the boy isn't in this family he has no place" I once again explain
"Yes he does, he is my son, he is apart of this family," she says, pity I thought she would have learned.
"Your not even a black yourself!" I throw out, remembering she changed her name a while back.
"WHAT?" She yells now she sits down putting the boy on her shoulder.
"You did, you were fifteen and you changed your name," I inform perhaps she has forgotten after all these years.
"You pissed me off! And it wasn't even legal! I'm still Rhea Leann Black like I have been!" She shouts, does it matter if it wasn't legal? She hurt me then.
"You hurt me by doing so" I explain maybe now she'll understand.
"Mom, this has nothing to do with Peter!" I shout to her, this woman has a thick skull!
"You created this family mom! Can't you make new traditions?" I plead, now PJ is waking up, his calm eyes are keeping my temper, and I mean seriously keeping my temper.
"I will not go against traditions I was brought up with" She replies, and I don't like her tone nor her attitude, its pissed off and angry, and its spreading to me.
"I can't believe you! You of all people, you're my mother your suppose to accept things!" I shout, she raises her eye brows "I will not, and I don't have to, and if you don't want to be apart of this family then leave" she says pointing to the door, okay its only going to hail soon but hey if she wants me to leave fine!
"Fine, you know what, I will I'm not your daughter I never have and never will!" I yell, walking out of the house, getting into my car and driving off. Tears fall fast, as I drive and yes PJ is in his car seat thing.
I told my daughter to leave. What am I doing? Am I tearing up my family? No, I'm sticking to the traditions that were passed down to me. Tears fall now, I can't believe I said those harsh things, but it is true.
In anger I throw my elegant pillows around, smashing photos, tearing pictures of my daughter since I have no daughter now.