Chapter Four-Choices

Mirajane's apparent punishment for listening to Jason was pretty much being drilled by Bruce in Batman mode about everything that went on between them during her kidnapping during the party, and not being able to have any of Alfred's cookies (which she really enjoyed) for the next week.

While from her past talks with Hermione about how her parents had punished her in the past she knew that it could have been worse. While she was upset about the no cookies she couldn't help but feel this odd satisfaction feeling in her chest.

Maybe it was the fact she had a reasonable guardian now, she did something bad/ possibly dangerous and she got punished for it.

That was about three days ago, her ban on the cookies lasting a week, and seeing how Barbara had plans with friends that made Mirajane want to scratch her eyes out the witch was in the gym doing what she's been doing a lot when she had nothing to do, practice the gymnastics that Dick had been teaching her and thinking about Dick, Bruce and Barbara's nightly activities, of being vigilantes for this city.

She didn't know why but she just couldn't stop thinking about all the psychopaths they had faced while in their night personas. All the stories that she had read had about them facing the joker, scarecrow, poison ivy and other of Gotham's Villains. They put them behind bars without crossing the line that Jason could so easily cross, with the hope that they would stay there.

They brought hope to a city that would be over run without them. They fought for the city to make criminals pay for their crimes and for the hope that one day the city would one day be permently free of of their influnce.

"I know that look I do hope that you are not thinking of joining master Bruce and Master Dick in their nightly activives. Miss Mirajane." Alfred said from behind her as she was going for a handstand on the balance bar.

Mirajane got down from the the handstand and turned to face the Manor's Bulter. He had a look of sadness and understanding as he looked at her.

"I'll be honest Alfred, I am seriously thinking about it. But I'm going to take my time to deciced, I'm not stupid I know there is a big chance of getting hurt and killed so I also know if I do this I need to be in it 100%. Gotham already has enough problems already, they don't need an crappy hero who doesn't care on top of this." Mirajane said looking the aged bulter in the eyes.

"I am glad that you are mature enough to realize the dangers of chosing this kind of life. When you came to live at the manor I had feared you would chose this life because you felt you own Master Bruce a debt of gratitude." Alfred told her.

"I've always had a bit of a saving people thing so I think it was bound to happen anyway. I at least don't have to worry about a name and a costume." Mirajane said with a grin as she made light of the situation

"You have thought that far ahead?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Vigilantee legacy. Started by my grandmother. Ever heard of Mage Gal?"

"Faintly a Magic user that Master Bruce was barely able to find any information on much less deduce who she could be, none of the other magic users in the Justic League had ever encountered her enough to know her real name. I take the first was your grandmother?"

"Yep. From what I could tell from her journals that she left my mother who left them to me, she avoided other heroes as her own little game, and the fact she wanted to be more like an Urban Legend and not known like the Justice Society to give herself the element of surprise." Mirajane said with an odd feeling of pride for her grandmother.

"So you are a magic user as well I take it?" Alfred asked looking pointedly at her.

"Yeah I have been planning to tell you guys but how exactly do you tell someone you can do real magic. My Aunt knew before I knew and hated my guts for it. I didn't want to spill my family secret, I guess you could call it, before I knew Bruce and Dick were vigilante themselves. I guess when Bruce and Dick get back I'll tell them I have magic" Mirajane said as she began to feel the strain of being in a handstand for so long, and the blood rushing to her head.

"And?" Alfred prompted as she put herself back on her feet.

"I'll also tell him I'll be thinking about taking up my Grandmother's mantel" Mirajane finished resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

As the aged butler was walking away Mirajane could have sworn she saw a smirk on his face.

Mirajane knew she would have to figure out about America's magical laws and how or if they tracked underaged magic. She had a feeling that they couldn't track her magic if she used the magic that her grandmother designed from what she knew they couldn't track.

A grin found it's way on the young witch's face as she thought about what the British Ministry would do if any of the Magical Heroes from the Justice League or any other team operated in the British Isles.

They thought wiping the memory of magic was enough, and that non magicals wouldn't question the gap but she noticed that lately there had been an uprise in sudden memory loss, it had made the news in England several times.

America had the sense to replace the incidence of magic with something else, she wasn't all that sure about other country.

Leaving the gym she decided that it was time for a shower before she was late for dinner, even though it was only the two of them in the manor at the moment Alfred was still so punchional about being on time for dinner.