Hey guys, sorry for the long wait, busy weekends these days, but now I bring to you a new chapter for Taking Chances! And yes, Elliot is a girl, surprising no? XD
I do not own Young Justice.
Taking Chances
Chapter four: A New Home
Elliot stared in awe at the huge mansion before her. True enough she had been to this place quite the number of times but still, the sheerness of this place put her in awe, and just the simple fact that she would be living here from now on awed her even further.
Put to clarify things, yes, Elliot Winterstorm, is indeed a girl. With some clarification from Dr. Adams the current males that had been with Elliot at the time were surely shocked for a moment.
Though quickly excepting the fact they didn't mind, and Dick on the other hand honestly didn't care, he was simply glad to have a new friend.
"Something wrong Miss Winterstorm?" Alfred asked, coming up behind the still awestruck girl.
"Huh? Oh! No, I just well, I just can't believe that I'm living with Dick now." She admitted, looking down at her skateboard scuffed up black converse.
"Well I surely hope that you're as excited as Master Dick to be here."
"Of course! This is awesome!"
"Hey Elliot!" Dick shouted from out a window on the second floor. "Check out your new room!"
Needing no further invitation, Elliot raced inside and Alfred watched as the black haired girl disappeared into the mansion, a small smile adoring his face.
...
"This room's all mine?" Elliot asked, looking around at the large but empty room.
It was the size of a master bedroom, about the same size as Dick's, with sky blue walls, and white outlines, a large queen sized bed sat in the corner, on a floor just a foot above the original flooring, a dark brown nightstand sitting beside it, there was a large window towards the left side of the room in the middle of the wall, with a sill big enough to sit on and look outside.
There was a large desk on the other side of the window, a spinning chair pushed to match it, there was a large wardrobe with a flat top surface, perfect for leaving pictures or anything else on. A door leading to a marble bathroom with shower, tub, and all resided towards the right, and another door leading to a large, unused room was a little ways next to the bathroom door.
A T.V, with an Xbox and DVD player attached, several games lay stacked in a pile and a trunk sat at the end of the bed, waiting to be filled, and even with all those things there was still much empty space left in the room.
"Yeah! And it's a few doors away from mine too!" Dick said, a large smile adoring his childish face.
"I hope you don't mind the emptiness of the room Miss Winterstorm, we'll be sure to get it filled in soon enough." Alfred said apologetically and Elliot waved her hands frantically.
"Oh no, it's perfectly fine, you've done too much for me already. Besides, I'm not use to all this pampering and stuff."
"Well you better get used to it, since your living with ol' Brucey as your daddy now." Barry huffed, struggling with the weight of one of the boxes filled with Elliot's things.
Not much had been needed to be packed, considering that Elliot didn't have many things to start with, but there were still a handful of boxes needed to be unpacked.
"Don't call me that." Bruce said, walking into the room and locking his eyes onto Elliot and Dick. "How are you feeling?"
"Hah! 'How am I feeling?' I'm as fit as a fiddle!" Elliot grinned cheekily, and promptly took a step forward only to trip and fall flat on her face.
Dick burst into a fit of giggles and Elliot pulled his leg out form under him, thus causing the younger boy to fall onto his butt.
Bruce felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards in a smile, as he watched his two charges.
Ollie chose this moment to walk in with the last of the boxes, appearing to have much more of an easier time at it then Barry.
"Jeez, what the heck do you have in here kid?" Barry asked, finally dropping the box near the wall with a few others.
"Oh, just some scraps." Elliot said, walking over to the box and opening it up to show the occupants in the room what lay inside.
"...Trash?" Barry questioned, raising an eyebrow at the various pieces of metal inside the box. Some were rusty or dirty, covered in dirt, while others were polished and clean, they all differed in various sizes, some being little screws, others the size of a cat.
"It's not trash!" Elliot cried indignantly, running a hand over a piece of metal fondly. "I like to collect them and then make them into things."
"Like what?" Dick piped up, walking over and Elliot's face instantly brightened at the thought of talking about her hobby.
"Oh, like tons of things! Birds, planes, trains, all that kind of stuff, look, I'll show you!" She went over to one of the boxes and rummaged around a bit before pulling out a small rose made completely out of metal.
"Cool!" Dick crowed, gently taking the rose and looking at it from all angles while Elliot beamed proudly.
"Is it all metal?" Ollie asked and Elliot shrugged.
"Majority of the time it is, but sometimes I get some iron, or occasionally glass, I've seen marble once or twice, but they all come together to make some pretty cool stuff." Elliot grinned, looking warmly at her creations.
Bruce peered into the box Elliot stood beside and looked over the other things she had made. There were birds, animals, flowers, some of them just random shapes or figures.
"Well, if Master Bruce doesn't mind, I believe we've found use for that empty room." Alfred piped up and everyone looked at him.
"What do you have in mind?" Bruce asked.
"Why, making it into a workshop of some sorts for Miss Winterstorm." Alfred smiled and Elliot's eyes grew wide in amazement.
"Seriously?" She breathed.
"I don't see why not." Bruce said as if it meant nothing but inwardly smiled at the happiness radiating of the girl.
"Now let's get the rest of this stuff unpacked." Ollie suggested and they all complied.
...
Amber eyes snapped open and gleamed in the night. The closeness the eyes shared to a cat's seemed to similar to be true, but sure enough, the amber eyes blinked and then the owner of said eyes sat up in her bed and sighed.
The room was slightly more filled now that things had been unpacked and all of Elliot's (few) belongings tucked away in their respectful places. Elliot's eyes darted over to the tank shaped alarm clock sitting on her bed.
The blue numbers of 3:27 glared back at her and with a sigh, she slipped out of bed and padded down the seemingly endless hallways.
Something kept her awake and she blinked, thinking a visit to the kitchen would sooth on her way down the hallways, Elliot paused, she was in front of a room and upon opening it, she realized it was the laundry room. She was about to walk out and continue on her late night escapade until something caught her eyes.
Her eyes truly were cat-like, considering how helpful they were when needing to see in the dark, for what caught her eye surely would have gone unnoticed to anybody else, its dark color blended in with the darkness.
Feeling along the wall, Elliot's fingers grasped the switch and with a flick, light filled the room.
She stared at the item, and it stared back at her.
Blink.
Blink.
"DICK! BRUCE! ALFRED!" Elliot shouted.
The three said people snapped awake, though Dick a bit more sleepily, and rushed over to the sound of Elliot's shout. The oldest of the three expecting the worst, burst into the laundry room and looked around wildly.
"Elliot, what's wrong?" dick yawned, walking in much more slowly than the first two.
"Uhm, is there any reason why there's Batman's costume here?"
The three stood stock still at the sight of said costume in Elliot's hands, an eyebrow raised curiously.
"B-because Daddy likes to dress up as Batman!" Dick blurted out and Elliot blinked at him.
"Bruce likes to dress up as Batman?" Elliot repeated, obvious disbelief flickering in her eyes. "And let me guess, you like to dress up as Robin too?"
Well, they sure had some explaining to do.
Huh, short chapter this time, oh well, hopefully I can start getting into the random stories soon, should start next chapter actually, there'll be ones with fluff, humor, angst, and just all in all childhood adorableness! -awwws-
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