Chapter One: Nightly Weave
Winifred slunk into her open window silently. Sliding it shut, she heaved a sigh and turned to her bed. Pulling off her mask she hid it in the drawer beside her bed.
What a steal! Opening the bag in her hands she admired the diamond necklace she got away with. A prize fit for a Princess! Holding back a giggle she put it back in the bag and tip toed over to her closet and taped the floor boards, finding the lose one, she dropped the bag and replaced the board.
Unzipping her tight suit, she stuffed it in an old shoe box at the top shelve of her closet and stepped into her pajama's. Diving in bed she pretended to be fast asleep when her foster father peeked in, his narrow eyes watching her. She shivered.
Xx
I rubbed my red cheek and bit the inside of my cheek. Just another slap from my Foster Mom, nothing special in my screwy life. I had a feeling it would bruise and look nasty. But I didn't have any make-up to hide it so I knew people would ask questions. Fantastic. On my first day of school too.
I groaned and threw my head back, staring up at the sky.
I got a Scholarship to Gotham Academy from Wayne Enterprises. I didn't know why, I was probably the worst student at my old school, maybe even the entire school district. I slept through Math and skipped Chemistry. So I didn't have a clue why the Big Man would send me here. Not that I was complaining. Coming to this school probably gave me so many opportunities… what they were, I didn't really care.
The downside; I hated the uniform. The skirt was too short and I was really hoping it wouldn't be a windy day. That's all I needed to make my day ten times worse. One blow and every guy behind me would be having a better day then I was. I thought about wearing shorts underneath but I forgot in my rush out of the door. So I was screwed.
BUT! I reached the school in one piece. Breathing a sigh of relief, I closed my eyes and smiled at my lucky. Maybe my day was getting better!
WOOSH!
A gust of wind. Flapping about I tried to stop my skirt from blowing up and in the process tripped over my own two feet and fell into something solid and alive.
"Owww…" I moaned looking up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Nice! Pink panties!" FLASH!
I groaned and slumped my head back down. There when my one sliver of good luck. "I hate my life…"
Crawling off the poor guy I fell on, I fixed my skirt and untangled myself from my bag.
"Here, let me help you."
He held out his hand and I took it with my working arm. I came up so fast I was face to face with him. I gasped and stumbled back. Too close. I put my plastic hand to my chest and let out a shaky breath. He was about three inches taller than me and had raven black hair and bright blue eyes. I smirked.
"You're clumsy!" he said with a smile.
I put a hand behind my head and let out a nervous laugh. "I'm surprisingly light on my feet when it comes to…" Idiot! I bit my lip and thought of a quick lie. "…gymnastics…"
I inwardly kicked myself. Almost giving away myself. Wow, I was not a clever one. No, no I was not. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Sorry for falling into you."
"It's okay. You made the other guy's day though. Favorite color pink?" he laughed, it was light laughter and it made me blush.
"N-no! S-shut up!" I stuttered trying to calm myself.
He waved his hands and chuckled. "I'm joking! Chill!" he held out his hand and I took it, shaking it. "I'm Dick Grayson."
"Winifred Ernstine. Call me Wini."
Xx
I was out of that school as fast I possibly could when the bell rang. I couldn't wait to leave. I was sent out of my Math class for falling asleep and I fell down a flight of stairs when I saw a guy showing off a picture of my pink underwear. Dick showed me around a bit and Barbara seemed a tad jealous about it. Almost all of my teachers seemed irritated at my presence and annoyed with my rebellious, easy-going outlook on life.
Dick asked me at lunch if I wanted to hang out after school in the library so he could help me study enough to get by in my classes. But I passed. The last thing on my mind was staying another minute in that prison.
Outside the school gates I saw Giselle in her shiny red convertible. She blew kisses to the cute seniors that wondered out. She was busty and had strawberry blonde hair that reached her waist in bouncy curls. And I knew that she knew, for a FACT, that I was not allowed to be seen with her out in public. If my Foster Parents found out they would have my head. And she just had this habit of showing up when they were around and getting me thoroughly abused as a result.
I narrowed by eyes and stomped over to the car; leaning into it I grabbed a bit of her strawberry blonde hair and tugged. She hissed and glared at me, pulling her hair free.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" I hissed, leaning in further to the car. I had my good arm holding down that stupid skirt so I didn't have any more pictures of my bottom floating around the school. "If my Foster Parents see me with you they'll freak!"
"So what?" retorted Giselle, shrugging. "Why do you care?"
"Because I'm the one that gets the abuse!"
"Your point?"
"Why are we friends?"
"Who knows."
"You got a job?"
"Sure do."
"Then let's blow this Popsicle Stand." I pulled myself out of the awkward position and opened the car door. I felt someone's eyes on me and turned to find Dick watching me from the school gates. He nodded to me and I smiled. If he asked, Giselle was going to be the older sister I never wanted. He didn't have to know the life I had.
Giselle let out a barking laugh and sped off into the town center, leaving tire marks in her wake.
Xx
We had known each other since I was ten and Giselle was fourteen. Both of us were having hard times in life and decided to stick together through thick and thin. It was the Giselle that came up with the idea of becoming thieves that would proudly say matched the skill level of Catwoman.
Giselle lived on her own after her father died of a stroke when she was sixteen. She offered to take me in but I stupidly refused, saying things would get suspicious if we were found together, our cover might have been blown. Though, looking back on it, it was such a good idea I shouldn't have passed it up. The only down side was the parade of men that marched in and out of her bedroom from dusk to dawn. But Giselle knew her away around breaking the law. Being busty and curvy, the strawberry blonde knew how to work sex appeal to her advantage. Something I failed at epically. Just like I do at life.
I worked the tight spots, such as moving around the light sensors and crawling through air vents, being thin and small this is where my talent lied. Though my lack of an arm did make some things somewhat difficult.
"Ready, mon petit ami?" cooed Giselle, or better known to the Authorities as Red Queen.
She liked to say some French phrases, since she was in a top French class at her college. She liked to think she was French, but she really wasn't.
I looked up from my crouch and grinned. "You know it."
Black Widow is what I chose to call myself. It went along with the colors of my outfit. It was a skin tight cat suit, black in the middle with red down the sides. My copper colored hair was pulled back and hidden behind a black and red bobbed wig. A red mask covered my green eyes and my lips were painted black.
Red Queen bent over and pointed to the map we had drawn earlier when we did a perimeter layout. Clad in a red leotard, red and white checkered tights and red slippers, she looked quite… curvy. Much to my distaste. Giselle liked to flaunt her assets too much. Assets I lacked. Her strawberry hair cascaded down her shoulders and hid one of her grey eyes. Her mask was pure black with red hearts. Her full lips were blood red with a black heart in the middle of her lips. Her face was white with two red hearts painted on each cheek.
"Follow that hallway." Whispered Red Queen, following along with her finger. "There are less guards there. I'll stand guard, be careful."
"When am I not?" I joked.
We both knew that was a stupid question. After all, I was the one forgetting I was missing an arm and did things people with two arms would, usually ending up hurting myself in the process. When I was eleven Giselle taught me how to do cart wheels. But I forgot that I had broken my fake arm for the tenth time the night before, so when I tried to do what Giselle did, I somersaulted instead and knocked the air out of myself. So I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I slipped easily through the halls and sunk into the shadows when a guard wondered pass. My heart pounded and I liked feeling it. I liked feeling something in my meaningless life. That's why I did it. That's why I stole. To feel something apart from the numbing pain that washed over me when my Foster Father beat me. And I did it because I was bored. Nothing much to it.
Spraying over the red lasers, a grin spread across my lips. I elegantly flipped and slid under a laser like a snake on its belly. Coming up, I awkwardly cart wheeled and stepped over another red beam. Done. Piece of cake.
The museum was stupid enough to have the ring of pearls and gold beads just lying on a pillow and not under glass, but that made my job ten times easier. Purring in delight, I lightly picked them out and left as quickly as I could.
"Ta-da!" I chirped, presenting Giselle with the rope of pearls.
"Ooh la la!" sang Red Queen. "How nice! Well done!"
A wind blew through us and we covered our eyes from the dirt and dust it picked up. Looking up we watched as Red Tornado zoomed overhead, looking slightly different then he normally did. He wasn't going to stop us? Do what Superhero's where meant to do? And speaking of which. Aren't Superhero's meant to be like, human or Alien? Does a Robot count as a Superhero? Ah, who cares. But something was obviously wrong with him. I didn't matter to us. We just ran away as fast as we could. Who took chances?
A/N- Hello. I felt like doing a little Young Justice FanFic. Kind of bored and recently got into the show, so why not? Anywho, I do not own Young Justice. And Review please! It's not much and probably not that great, but oh well. Thought I might as well post it.
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'Mon petit ami'- My little friend