Author's Note: So this is the third chapter to my second story 'The First Female Scarlet Speedster'. I'm really working hard on this chapter especially because this is like the first time I've written a story in third person POV. I hope that my work isn't in vain and that you guys love it!
No further adieu, I present to you, chapter three 'Alteregos', of the story 'The First Female Scarlet Speedster'!
A few minutes later, after studying the Gotham City map that was also on display on the man's newspaper booth, she at least knew the main roads and the way to get to Wayne Manor.
The secret entrances to the Batcave still remained a mystery to her for it was never described in any comic series.
Along with shoving the newspaper into her bag, she took the map with her. Spotting a car parked across the street, she assumed it was the newspaperman's, she sprinted across the street.
Not even a fraction of a second later, she ran straight into the car.
"What the hell…?" she sat up and rubbed her head looking at the car that had a dent on the driver's side as big as her.
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion, she knew that she sprinted for the car, but it wasn't scientifically possible that she could dent it that back without even a lingering headache.
Then it hit her, an unknown amount of hours ago, maybe even minutes, she injected herself with the AP.
She stood up adjusting her clothes and wiping her butt off from the dirt it collected.
Knowing that this was probably the only car in an entire mile radius from where she was standing, she'd have to start up this hunk of junk that she just made worse.
Taking at least 15 minutes to start up the car, she slammed the hood shut.
She jumped into the drivers' seat and hot wired the car and it started up.
She was a tactical genius on practically everything, cars included.
Changing gear to Drive 1, she slammed the gas petal to the floor and the car jerked forward unpleasantly before slowly going from zero to 40 in little over a minute.
She knew that this was an accomplishment. With absolutely no tools at all, she started up an almost totaled car. Given the fact that the max speed was 60, and if she stopped, the car would take another minute to reach 40 mph, not including the time it would take to start it back up.
Going at a constant 50 mph, she glanced a few times back at the map on the passengers' seat making sure she was heading the correct direction.
Pulling onto the private street 'Wayne Dr.', she slowly slowed to a stop at the grand gates, 'At least the breaks still work…' she thought.
She reached over the middle section of the small car and shoved the map into her backpack. Sliding out, she pulls the backpack over one shoulder.
Katherine slammed the car door shut behind her and a few seconds later, it fell off.
She continued walking away from the car and examined the grand gates separating her from Gotham's hero.
It was at least a ten foot high gate and the bars were wide enough to make it slightly difficult to jump. But not difficult enough.
She grasped two bars at shoulder width and started to climb up, knowing that there was probably an alarm going off in the Manor, she continued to show off her abilities by gracefully leaping her way to the top of the gate.
She squatted on the top of the slightly pointed gate and was able to balance herself perfectly so that she could stand and walk on top of the ten foot tall gate comfortably without the fear of falling.
Analyzing her next move, she sees a man in black open the double door entrance to the Wayne Manor.
She walks on top of the gate, slowly walking into view.
The man at the door spots her and pulls out a gun, her eyes fly open and shouts, "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"
Katherine jumps down and bolts for the man, in a fraction of a second, she covered the length between them and snatched the gun out of his hand.
"Please, let me explain myself," she grasped the gun in both her hands, they were sweating. Playing with the trigger, she manages to spit something out, "I know everything. Well… almost everything, I KNOW who Bruce Wayne is, Alfred."
She gives him a hard stare. He just stood there in shock and surprise, not really knowing what to say.
"Alfred?" Katherine turns the gun around in her hand.
He blinks a few times, a habit that he does when he has to compose himself, especially in these kinds of situations.
"I'm sorry miss, but I don't believe I understand what you are talking about." He wipes off any expressions from his face and brings one hand to the door trying to hint that he wants her to piss off.
"Alfred," she starts off slowly, almost begging, "I know this is weird because you've never met me and I've never met you. I've come to the Wayne Manor with a very inappropriate ride and jump your gate, which by the way, could use some fixing," she states it so 'matter-of-factly'. "And please don't try denying what you just saw. It would just be easier if you let me in and talk to Bruce Wayne."
He stares at her with no changed expression, "Master Bruce?" He speaks it out loud as if Bruce is standing right behind him. He keeps a close eye on her.
A few seconds later, the telephone on a small key table placed by the umbrella and coat rack starts to ring.
Without taking his eye off of Katherine, Alfred picks up the phone.
She wasn't able to hear anything on the other line, but assumed it was Bruce Wayne.
He stood listening watching her carefully as if she was going to make a move to run inside.
He just listened to the voice on the other line, never said a word.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally said something, "Yes, Master Bruce." He hung up the phone and placed it back on holster.
"Please, Miss…?" he paused, wanting to know her name.
"Katherine, Katherine Summers." She answered pleasantly with an astonishing bright smile.
She knew that whenever she beamed at people, they couldn't deny her charm.
Alfred pleasantly smiled back at her, this time, he wasn't so hostile.
"Oh, and here's your gun back." Katherine turned the gun around and passed it to Alfred, handle first.
"Thank you, Miss Katherine, and would you please come inside. Master Bruce will meet with you in just a moment." He held the door open for her to walk through.
Katherine slowly walked in, looking around, she held back a gasp. It was beautiful.
Just how it was depicted in the comics, high ceiling, beautiful wall paintings, carpets that were extremely long and soft.
There were absolutely no flaws in this manor what so ever. The richest men in her world would be at awe.
As Alfred closed the awfully large double doors, Katherine stood just looking at the first room she entered.
"Please, Miss Katherine, make yourself comfortable." Alfred walked out of the room, probably to get the infamous Bruce Wayne from the Batcave.
Katherine, fatigued, shrugged her backpack off her shoulders and sat on the bright red couch located next to the burning fireplace.
Katherine sat wondering how she even came to this dimension.
If she was where she thinks she is, she'd know every hero's alter ego, weakness, and back story. She knew that her love of comics would catch up with her eventually, but just not like this.
She sat watching the fireplace blaze with magnificent orange and yellows while pondering about the dimension she was currently living her reality in.
A few moments later, Alfred returned holding a tray with a crystal glass full of iced water.
"Miss Summers, may I offer you water?" he walked up to her and placed the glass of water on the short coffee table in front her.
Without taking her gaze off of the fire, she picked up the glass of water and brought it to her mouth in less than a millisecond.
Alfred hasn't yet gotten used to the fact that there was a metahuman in his Master's third living room and he's never head of 'Katherine Summers' in his Master's entire 'Bat Career'.
Alfred held back a confused face, "Miss Summers, Master Bruce will now have you come to his office, follow me please."
Alfred started to walk off and Katherine slowly got up from her seat tanking the last of the water in the glass and setting it back down on the coffee table.
Bending down to sling her backpack over one shoulder, she realized that it contained the one thing that could save her life from every hero and villain in this dimension. She was carrying her entire Justice League comic book series.
Walking through the halls of Wayne Manor was like a dream come true for Katherine. Only in her dreams did she ever think that this was possible. Making sure to remember every inch of the Manor she explored, she looked around and before she knew it, Alfred had stopped in front of a door.
Katherine had lost count of doors after 21.
Alfred placed a hand on the crystal door knob, but before he turned it, he said, "Miss Summers, please understand that Master Bruce had a very rough day at the office. Keep your words simple and your sentences short."
Katherine thought that it sounded more like a warning than anything else.
Alfred turned the door knob and held the door open for Katherine.
She walked in and saw legendary multi billionaire Bruce Wayne sitting behind his ostentatious desk.
Her knees were screaming to give out and she thought she was going to fall over.
'I have to pull it together, I've got one shot, and one shot only.'
Katherine took a deep breath and let it go hesitantly.
She walked tall and confident, the way she thought a woman of business should present herself.
She expected the playboy act from him, she wasn't disappointed.
His feet were up on his desk, shirt halfway unbuttoned, and his greeting was more than vulgar.
"Well… hello there young lady… what brought you to the Wayne Manor so late at night…?" It was pretty obvious that he was acting drunk, but only someone with very keen observation skills would notice his slight flaws in acting.
Alfred was about to leave when Katherine took a seat on one of the chairs placed on the opposite side of Mr. Wayne's desk.
"Please, Alfred, stay. I really think that you should hear this, since you do play a big role in Mr. Wayne's second life."
Alfred being Alfred didn't say anything but kept a blank expression and stayed in his spot.
With the comment she made, Bruce Wayne kept his act, but had a trace of confusion that blanketed his eyes for a brief moment.
"Mr. Wayne, don't take this offensively, but you can cut the act," Katherine said very curtly. Bruce Wayne opened his mouth to say something but she cut him of with the swift movement of a hand, "Wait! Before you say anything, let me finish."
Pretending not to be at all interested in the topic of conversation, he shuffled around his desk.
"I'm pretty sure you're familiar with the Justice League," Katherine stopped for a moment to see if his expression changed, his body tensed for a split moment.
"In my world, an alternate universe, the Justice League is comic series, a make believe story where all the characters are drawn and written for entertainment. You see, in my alternate universe, lets just call it 'World Reality'. Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, they're all fictional characters."
She stopped for a moment to let the spoken information sink in.
"The reason why I'm here is to ask the world's greatest detective how the hell I got to this world." Her face is serious, she means business, she doesn't want to talk to Bruce Wayne any more, she wants to talk with the Batman.
"Listen girl. I don't have time to play boyfriend with you, or whatever the hell you're talking about. I'm a busy man with many women to satisfy. If you need money, name a price and leave."
Katherine felt her anger boiling to the surface, "Listen, I must not be getting my message across very firmly," She stands from her chair and places two hands on his desk and leans forward slightly to look him dead in the eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that I know who you and the rest of the Justice League really are. I might be a time lapse in this universe. What I'm trying to say is that I might corrupt the time line of your world."
Bruce Wayne sat quietly for a brief second, "Uh… Miss Katherine, did I get you're name wrong? Anyways, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." His face was the face of true annoyance with some strained muscles to make himself look like a little piss.
Katherine had enough. She slammed her fists down on the table and yelled, "Bruce Wayne is the Batman, Clark Kent is Superman, Wally West was Kid Flash, now The Flash, unless Barry's still in business. Oh, and don't think I don't know about your Boy Wonders, Dick Grayson is the first Robin, currently calling himself Nightwing. Jason Todd, died in action when he was 13, revived and now calling himself the Red Hood. And last, Tim Drake, 14 year old Robin, co-leader of Young Justice."
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