A/N: Okay! This story was very popular, so I've decided to continue it! Be forewarned, there is cursing in this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews!
Shout out to JasonTodd'sLove, there will most likely be some Richard angst at some point in the future, and yes that was a reference to Jason Todd. I've gotten some great suggestions, and I'll start using them next chapter, so keep the ideas coming. Enjoy the chapter y'all!
"Hey Serafina!"
The redhead glanced up to see her brother leaning in the doorway of her room. She had been at the Manor for a little more than a month, and she and Dick had really hit it off. They were constantly together, and even when they weren't they always knew where the other was. She had been sitting on her white corner chair reading The Book of Lost Things when she heard her twin calling her.
"I'm going to a movie. You want to come with?"
"Why not? I've read this before." She swung her folded legs out from under her and slipped her feet into her black ballerina flats. She stood and stretched, cracking her back and tossing the hardback book on her chair. She followed Dick to the stairs, but instead of walking down them, she jumped onto the banister and went down, arms out to keep her balance as her feet slid on the polished wood. When she reached the end, instead of jumping down, she launched herself off, did a few flips, and stuck the landing. Dick sprinted down the stairs to catch up. "I'm telling you, you should join the Olympic gymnastic team!"
The youngest Grayson laughed and brushed her crimson curls out of her face. "Yeah. I'll do that when pigs fly."
"You know, I bet there's some airline somewhere that flys animals."
"I mean with wings, wonder boy." She opened the Manor door and held it open for her brother, then locked it behind her. Alfred already had the car pulled up, so the twins jumped in the backseat and were off.
When they came out of the theater they were deep in conversation about the movie. "And did you see when she shot the apple out of the tree?"
"I know. She barely even stopped to aim." Serafina glanced both ways before crossing to the side of the street where they would wait for Alfred. "Damn, that makes me want to learn archery."
"Hey, you wouldn't be a half bad shot, with the right teacher."
"Maybe. It'd be fun." The redhead's ears perked up at a sound like a glass bottle rolling on the cement. "Did you hear that?"
Dick listened, but heard nothing. "No. What'd you hear?"
"Like a beer bottle rolling around." The pair heard glass breaking, and Dick grabbed his twin's hand, leading her a little closer to the street.
"Okay, I heard that."
"So what do we do?"
"You stay close to the street and don't move from that spot. I'll be right back."
"And where are you going?"
"To find out what that noise was."
"And if it was someone who want's to hurt us?"
"Then I run away and scream like crazy."
"Damn it, Dick, I'm serious!"
"So am I." The older Grayson glanced uneasily behind them. "Look, Alfred will be here in a few minutes. Just stay close to the street and stay in the light, and no one will touch you. I won't be long, I promise." He shot her a reassuring smile, and disappeared into the alley.
The teen wasn't standing on the sidewalk for long before Alfred pulled up to the curb. Serafina jumped into the back seat. "How was the movie, Miss Serafina?"
"It was good." She looked out the window, towards the alley.
"Where is Master Dick?"
"That's a good question. He went to check out this weird noise we heard, but he hasn't come back yet."
"He went alone?"
"Yes sir." They waited a few minutes, until Dick came sprinting out of the alley, his shirt torn and a bruise on his jaw. He threw open the car door and sprung in, slamming it behind him and shouting, "Alfred, DRIVE!"
The Englishman slammed the gas just as a man whipped around the corner, firing six gunshots at their car. None of them hit the windows, but the bumper had two bullet holes in it. Before too long they where on the highway, and Dick fell back against the seat, panting hard. Serafina angled his face to the side, examining his bruise. "You're hurt."
"It's fine, it'll be gone in a few days. This sort of thing isn't exactly uncommon."
She released his jaw and ran her hand through her hair. "Is being a Wayne always this hard?"
Alfred and Dick shared a glance before the acrobat answered. "Yeah, pretty much."
His twin twirled one of her curls around her finger. "Nobody even knows I exist and people are all ready trying to kill me. What's next? A clown coming at me with a bazooka?"
"Sis, this is Gotham. That is entirely possible."
Serafina dropped her head and groaned.
A/N: Did I just foreshadow something? Anyway, short chapter I know, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I start high school tomorrow, but I will try to update as often as possible for both this and Some Things Don't Stay Buried. Please review, and leave any ideas you have in a review!