"Good God Almighty!" shouted Priscilla Payne as she spit out her tea. "What the HELL did you put in this?" she threw her cup at the startled maid, and set the plate down on her lap. The maid fell silent. "Well?" Answer me you lazy thing!"

"Um, I…" said the maid, startled out of her trance by Priscilla's loud voice. "Herbs…honey…tea leaves…"

"From where?" Priscilla asked with her lips moving high and her nostrils flaring.

"Japan, ma'am…we got them straight from Japan, just like you asked."

"How much sugar?" said Priscilla, she LOVED sugar, hated tea without it. The maid stared at her in sock. She forgot the sugar. BIG mistake.

"I…forgot…you like sugar very much, don't you ma'am?" said the maid, trying to talk herself out of what came next.

"You lazy, good-for-nothing creature!" Said Priscilla, getting up from her chair. "Your fired! Get the hell out of my house!" she walked back to her chair and rang for Jonathan, her butler.

"But…Miss Payne, I…"

"OUT!" she said, noticing her butler had arrived. "John, take this thing out of here." John frowned. But he did it anyway.

"I'm sorry." he whispered into the maids ear. She began to tear up, he wiped it away just as he got out of Miss Payne's sight.

Priscilla Payne was the daughter of Maria Worthkin and Steven Payne. Her mother had did of cancer when Priscilla was only 3, but, being a rich and spoiled little girl, she couldn't have cared less. The only time she ever was good was when she was around her father…she loved him, truly. She would always be polite and honest when he was around her, something about him made her be herself. But today, however, she hated him.

The filthy rich family of Payne's were going to fly out to Hawaii for their short vacation, and then take ANOTHER flight to Gotham city. How she hated Gotham. All it was was a bunch of whining, gibbering little peasants screaming and begging this "Batman" to save them from the slime and trash that covered the hopeless city. "Why does Batman even bother?, that city is going to DIE." She thought.

And then there was his wee little sidekick, "Robin" or something like that, there were actually many eye-witness accounts with him. Many more than Batman, for Batman was too sly and quick for anybody to see him. There were a lot of pencil sketches over what the boy wonder looked like, on first glance he looked sorta cute…then she quickly got over him.

Her and her father were traveling to Gotham to meet up with some billionaire called "Bruce Wayne" to discuss some deal with some multi-milliondollar corporation that her father had been dreaming of. Bruce had a little adopted son, his name was "Tom" or "Jim" or something along the lines of that. Her father had set up basically a date for Priscilla and the boy while him and Bruce discussed business deals. Priscilla hated this idea.

The boy was one year older than her, and by the looks of the pictures she found with him in them, they had absolutely nothing in common. He was, on the other hand, pretty…well, she caved in…hot. Much hotter than the Boy Wonder, Robin's looks were nowhere near as hot as Bruce's sarrogant son.

Priscilla heard her father arrive home, she jumped up and basically leaped into his arms.

"Now, now, Priscilla!" he said with a laugh. I'm not 20 anymore!"

"I'm so happy to see you!" she said as she hugged him. "My day was absolutely horrible."

"Why was that?"

"You weren't here."

He made a soft smile. "I've invited some more people along." he said. "Martha and Brandon…you remember them?"

Martha Pilling and Brandon Jones were the most loved friends of the family, which was quite odd…considering they weren't exactly the most wealthy people alive. They had helped raise Priscilla after her mother died, and all for free. Her and Steven loved them so, and it was for that reason that they both agreed to give them slightly more money in Steven's Will.

Priscilla's eyes glimmered. "Their coming?" She danced her way back to her chair. "Good lord, its as if you know exactly how to bring the happiness out of me."

"I do." he said with a smile, before kissing her forehead.

"A whole month in Gotham…" she said as she admired her face in the reflection of the glass tea plate. "…And with all my most loved family members…" Maria and Brandon weren't actually her family, but they were quite close enough. "…lets hope they don't get shot." she said finally with a coy smile.

She rang her bell for Jonathon once more, who wheeled her tea right next to her chair-on-wheels. She glanced at him and ge winked at her, a gesture to show it was indeed sweet tea.

"Jonathon, you're coming to." she said, knowing he had been evesdropping on her whole conversation with her father.

"I am?" he said in disbelief. "How on earth will that be-"

"I have a spare ticket. After I told my father what a ridiculous idea the date with Jim was-"

"Tim."

"Whatever. He bought another ticket so I could give it to one of my friends so it would be less akward…however, it never donned on me that any of those Bimbo's at the drama group are actually "friends" so I never gave it to anybody."

"Why on earth would you want me there?"

"You're the only staff person who understands my needs…not to mention my feeling…"

Jonathon nodded, for he understood her request.

"Anyways, you better pack…and I mean PACK."

"Yes ma'am." He said, before walking rather quickly into the other room. Priscilla sat in the living area, a long and high room with millionaire furnishings everywhere she looked.

"Scarlett!" Priscilla shouted. A small chubby woman ran out to the snotty rich girl.

"Yes, Miss Payne?" Scarlett asked with a hint of fear in her words.

"Wheel me out of this room." Priscilla demanded. "The color scheme disgusts me."

And Scarlett did as she was told, she grabbed onto the golden handlebars of the fancy-looking wheelchair and wheeled "Miss Payne" to the elevator.

"Lazy thing." Priscilla mumbled as she sipped her tea.