Sorry for the wait. i... forgot my um... password... and this is rather unrealistic now that i think abotu it but hey its fiction!
"Jayla time for a hair cut" Dr. Crane said waking up the teenager. She groaned and sat up her wings now their full size got stuck and she fell backwards. Jayla sat up and Dr. Crane raised an eyebrow. She turned to look at them and saw their sheer size. Each was around eight feet long giving her about an eighteen foot wingspan.
"Good morning Crazy" She said and he smiled. A young woman came in and told her to wash her hair. Coming back out Jayla sat down and watched as almost all her hair fell to the ground. Afterward she felt the edge of her hair tickle the middle of her neck.
"You look great" Dr. Crane said with a smile. He smiled a lot.
"Thank you" She nodded curtly and stood from the edge of her bed. "How long was I out now?"
"Only six weeks, majorly shorter than the other subjects but most didn't really make it this far." He took her hand and guided her to a room with a wide floor and tall ceilings "Feel free to practice"
He left her alone. She stood for a minute with no idea how to do this or why she wanted to do this. But with a sigh she decided if she was stuck with them they might as well do something useful. She flexed her shoulders and her wings rustled.
"Maybe they're like arms and legs" She told herself. She moved her arms and then tried to do the same to her wings, they flapped and she rose into the air a few feet. Laughing she rose into the air and flew through the obstacles that were suspended about ten feet from the thirty foot ceiling.
"Good night Jayla" Dr. Crane said to her turning off the lights to her room and walking out.
She looked around. No cameras. She opened and window and found that no wire or bars covered them. Getting onto the two foot ledge she saw that they were in the middle of a lake. She took a deep breath and dropped. Unfurling her wings she flew out over the water, wincing as the air hit them hard. Smiling she felt the cool night air as it started to snow. She looked down at her blue long sleeved fitted t-shirt and her jeans. No shoes. She shivered and veered off course to a small house in the edge of the lake. Sneaking inside silently she stole a dark navy blue hooded zip up sweater her size and a pair of black tennis shoes along with socks. Putting them on she pulled up the hood of the sweater and hide her face and hair from view then slipping outside she flew to the lights of a city.
"Mr. Wayne" Alfred called from the main room one evening. "Commissioner Gordon just called."
"What happened now?" He asked exasperated, fixing himself a bowl of soup.
"An undercover cop found a girl on the beach earlier" he said "She says she's Jayla Wilson and he would like your help in identifying her"
Bruce Wayne ran out of the house and rushed over to the police station. Alfred sighed at the bowl of soup shaking his head.
Jim Gordon was waiting for him.
"There you are" He guided him to the interrogation room. A teenage girl sat on the chair. She had short black hair and green eyes. "I think it's her"
"Well it has been almost four months" He stated thinking about how a month ago Seymour and himself almost gave up having a memorial service. "May I talk to her?"
"I don't see why not." Gordon shrugged and opened the door for him.
"Hello" The girl said with a smile, her green eyes dull "How has your day been?"
"It's been good." He sat opposite her and stared.
"Do you think I'm Jayla Wilson?" She asked her eyes drooping, "You don't do you? Neither did the Commissioner."
He raised an eyebrow. She sighed and rubbed her face thinking. Bruce looked at the bags under her eyes and scratches on her hands and arms. The edge of her sweater sleeve moved up and showed a bruise in the crook of her arm as if she had had an IV.
"Do you know how to play chess?" She asked a small smile on her face.
"Of Course" He said catching on.
"My last move," she stated leaning forward and resting her arms on the table, "Was to take your pawn."
"You lead me straight into a trap in that one," Bruce smirked and she nodded laughing lightly, "Come on Jayla let's take you home."
She smiled and he took her hand, pulling her up. He draped an arm over her shoulder and walked her out. Jayla sat in the shotgun seat and fell asleep on the hour drive from Gotham City to Carlton. Pulling into the drive way May came out and raised an eyebrow at Bruce.
"Mister Wayne what a surprise" He nodded for her to come over.
"Go tell Seymour that I have Jayla." He pointed to the front seat while May smiled running off. He picked her up and carried her inside. Seymour guided him to her bedroom where he laid her in her bed.
"Thank you." Seymour smiled through tears as he watched her settle into her bed her face calm.
"I'm glad she's safe." Bruce smiled having a growing fondness for the girl before waving and leaving the way he came.
"How is Jayla?" Alfred asked when he woke up the next morning.
"Last I saw sleeping and acting the same as before" He sighed and sat up. "The Scarecrow did something though I just don't know what yet."