I do apoloize for my spelling before hand. Trust me it took me five tries just to type this out.
"Jayla run faster!" A man's voice shouted at her as she jumped hurdles at her track meet. It had been ten years since her parents were killed and Sixteen year old Jayla Wilson was a kind sarcastic and courteous young woman being raised by her Godfather Seymour Johnson. She was a computer hacker and a street fighter, unknown to her guardian. She stayed in her parent's mansion on the edge of town.
"Nicely done Jayla" Seymour smiled at her as they walked out and got to the car. They drove through the down beaten city and into their lot. She slipped out and ran to her room still full of energy from the meet.
"Miss" May, a maid and Jayla's confidante, called to her from down the hall. "A man from Gotham City is here"
"Gotham city why does that sound familiar?" She said to herself.
"Wayne enterprises?" May said jogging her memory.
"Yes the dude who is like me, yeah thank you" She smiled at her friend. "Why is he here?"
"I don't know" She shrugged and walked away. "Oh and Happy Birthday"
"Thanks May" She said running to her bathroom to take a quick shower. As she was getting dressed Seymour yelled for her to come downstairs. She ran downstairs her black hair flaring out behind her and her Bright Green eyes glinting in the firelight of the living room.
"Yes Uncle Sey?" She called him that when she didn't want to call him Seymour.
"This is Commissioner Gordon from Gotham City" He said smiling. "They want to ask you some questions"
"Okay" She smiled at the man and Seymour left awkwardly. "Sorry about him he doesn't like people"
"You must be Jayla Wilson" The commissioner came forward to shake her hand. She shook his and he sat back down, his glasses glinting slightly "I'm Jim Gordon"
"Do you have a brother named Thomas?" She asked sitting across from them near the fire.
"He had your case" He nodded.
"What can I do for you Sir?" She asked crossing her ankles and lacing her fingers together
"Well Miss Wilson," He cleared his throat and pulled out a pad of paper, "You are aware that the man that killed your parents escaped from his cell three years ago?"
"Yes sir," She nodded sadly, "I have been following his case since I was able to understand what was happening."
"Would you mind recalling the events of that night?" He asked, "So that we can compare it to several crimes in Gotham over the past few months."
"Of course. Well we were walking to Seymour's house when a man came out of the alley." She explained looking at the family portrait over the fireplace," My father told me to go ahead, which I did. Then I stopped and turned, because my Parents weren't following me and I thought was weird, But when I did both of my parents were dead. So being little I ran up to the man and started to yell at him. He left after that and the Police arrived."
"I'm sorry for asking you to retell that." He finished writing and looked up eyes full of remorse, "But it is crucial to our investigation to have a witness's testimony to compare to."
"I'm here whenever you need help Commissioner." Jayla offered the middle aged man a smile and stood, "Is that all you needed sir?"
"Yes." He stood and straightened his coat.
"This way." She waved an arm out and took him to the door, "Feel free to drop by whenever you want."
"I hope I don't have to." He stated dryly with a smile. Jayla let out a quick laugh before letting him go out. He walked to his car as a small sports car pulled up. He raised an eyebrow and spoke to the person who got out of the car, a tall young man in an expensive suit.
"Seymour!" Jayla poked her head inside and shouted. He looked down off the balcony, "Are you expecting anyone?"
"No why?" He called back and she didn't answer. He continued his work knowing that this was normal for her. Stepping outside Jayla tied back her hair and crossed her arms to keep out the chill. The Young man was now walking to her Commissioner Gordon driving off.
"Hello." He smiled his dark blue eyes smiling down at her, "I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm looking for Michael Wilson. Is he here by any chance?"
"I hope not." Jayla smirked at his confusion, "My father died ten years ago."
"Oh," He pulled a paper out of his coat and looked through it sighing to himself, "I knew that. Then is Jayla home?"
"Speaking." She smiled and extended a hand, "Jayla Wilson."
"Didn't we already do this?" He axed almost to himself but shook her hand anyway. "Are you informed at what happens in your Father's er… Late Father's company?"
"I think myself to be informed in the institute's business yes." She nodded, "Why?"
"Well I was clearing out some old files with a friend of mine," He pulled out another piece of paper and read from it looking back up, "And I came across a letter from your father, Michael Wilson, talking about a merging of two companies, Wayne Enterprises and The Wilson Institute."
"And?" She asked leaning back slightly to look at him, "My father's Corporation isn't in my father's hands anymore. Our Executives might not want that to happen."
"You must have some say in what goes on in there." he all but gaped at the teen, "Being the Company's founder's daughter they have to give you something."
"I don't think you understand Mister Wayne," she narrowed her eyes slightly, "The Wilson Institute is a high class business where people invest in Domestic and Foreign Security. The technology and the way it is found is none of my concern. I leave that to them and they let me live in peace."
"You want to let you father's dying wish go unnoticed?" He questioned and Jayla glared at him holding out a hand for the paper. He handed it over and she read it once noting the date. A Week before her parent's death. Handing it back she thought pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I need to talk with my counterparts in the Board of Executives" She thought for a second looking up. "Then I'll come over with the Head of the Board Dmitri Logan and we'll negotiate something"
"Thank you Miss Wilson," He seemed relieved, "You won't regret this I promise."
"I better not mister Wayne." She smiled truthfully, amused by his enthusiasm, and grabbing the keys to her Mini Cooper to drive to the center of town to The Wilson Institute.