Princess Of Gotham
Princess of Gotham
Chapter 12: Sunday & Moral Codes
I woke up at 11 a.m., completely forgetting Bruce's orders about getting up early. Jason was still beside me, his hand in my hair and snoring. When there was a knock on my door, I couldn't help but startle.
"Jane, is Jason with you?" I heard Dick ask as he knocked on the door.
I got up, uncovering my father to see if he would wake up. I opened the door, still without putting on my glasses, to find a cheerful, yet blurry Richard, holding a small stuffed elephant. Next to him was Titus, with what appeared to be a piece of underwear on his muzzle.
"He's sleeping, do you need anything?" I asked as I rubbed my eye in an attempt to wake me up.
"Yes, I needed my shirt back. And Alfred says to go downstairs for breakfast. Oh and I think Bruce wants to talk to him," he said quickly as he squashed the small stuffed animal against it.
"What's up with your little elephant?" I asked, giggling. I had never seen such an adorable and childish side of Dick before. And I could tell the stuffed animal was old, as it had patches and stitches all over it.
"I've had it since I was a kid, its name is Zitka." He told me, just before Timonthy appeared in the room hallway, "He has your underwear." He said, pointing at Titus.
"Damn dog, give me back my things," Tim shouted, lunging at the dog, who was already starting to run towards the stairs.
The door to my room opened, letting out a sleepless Jason.
"Dick, what happened?" He asked, peacefully to his brother, as he squeezed my shoulders and in the background, I could hear Tim yelling at Titus to give him back his clothes.
"My shirt." Said Richard simply, extending his hand towards us.
"I'll give it to you now," he replied, closing the door to my room and moving into his own, "Darling, go get some breakfast and get your things ready. We leave in the afternoon for our apartment," he said when he reached the beginning of the stairs.
"But I have things to... Forget it." There was no point in replying anymore since he had already disappeared from my sight.
I went down to the dining room to have breakfast, finding Damian, Rai, and Olive, sitting at the huge table.
"What about Assana?" I asked, sitting down in my seat.
"Miss Jernigan left early. She said she had some unfinished business," Alfred reported, handing me an empty cup and saucer to serve my meal.
"The Scarecrow, the Joker, and Slade Wilson. Do you want to give us your opinion about them?" Damian asked after a few minutes of silence, pointing a spoon at me as if it was a microphone, "I mean, it's been a long time since their escapes coincided."
"I think the three of them are idiots," I said, pouring some coffee in my cup, "They deserve to die, but honestly I don't feel like breaking the moral code on which the whole family is based," I began to eat, to see if they would stop bothering me.
Since before I joined the Wayne family and Batman's team, I was already clear about one thing: there would be no more deaths caused by me.
My life was tragic enough without staining my hands with more blood. Bruce already knew that, he was helping me not to cross that line again.
According to him, I was too young to understand what was going on around me. And as much as I hated those three, I had to control myself.
"We're supposed to go with the team at 4: 00pm. And I think Mike and Malowe want us to go on patrol with them," Olive said as she passed me the cajeta. "It's going to be a long day."
Usually, Sundays were the days where you stayed home and enjoyed a healthy family get-together. In this house it was the opposite, those who had apartments in other cities would leave. Bruce would lock himself in his office and work there all day.
"I'll put it in my schedule, thank you very much," I told my cousin, trying to annoy her. "Jason wants us to go to our apartment, but I think in the end he will go with the Outlaws. I don't know, you know how he is with plans.
"Richard is going out with Barbara Gordon," said Olive, totally happy with the news, "Maybe now he will ask her to marry him." She whispered, before putting her glass of juice in her mouth.
"Honestly, I thought Grayson would end up with Starfire," said Timonthy, entering the dining room. Apparently, he was finally able to get his underwear.
"Grayson has had over 10 girlfriends and not one of them has formalized his relationship," Damian said. Also bothering Olive.
"37, I counted them myself. When you want, I'll pass you the list," completed Rai.
"Let me dream in peace," Olive said, annoyed, as she got up from her seat and left the dining room.
"I wonder if everyone in this family is destined to be single," I muttered to myself.
More Posts from R-cabrera and Others
Princess of Gotham
Summary
Extra1: The First Night
Chapter 1: Eclipse
Chapter 2: Wayne Manor
Chapter 3: Family
Chapter 4: Batcave
Chapter 5: Blackbird
Chapter 6: Shadows
Chapter 7: Scorpion and Poison
Chapter 8: Warriors Society
Chapter 9: Plan
Chapter 10: Red Robin
Chapter 11: Father & Daughter
Chapter 12: Sunday & Moral Codes
Chapter 13: Photographs & Warnings
Chapter 14: Meetings & Snakes
Chapter 15: Fear & Secrets
Chapter 16: Heroes or Vigilantes
Chapter 17: Clown Without Jokes
Chapter 18: News in the Woods
Chapter 19: Coffee with Friends
Chapter 20: Bad Days & More Plans
Chapter 21: A Dark Soul
Chapter 22: The First Encounter
Chapter 23: Confidence Movements
Chapter 24: Troubled Family
Chapter 25: Truths & Problems
Chapter 26: What A Bullet Destroys
Princess of Gotham
Summary
The city of the dark knight has always been full of shadows. Everyone feared them and no one tried to understand them. Until she came along.
With revenge on her mind and her worst enemy in her sights, she wouldn't wait for anyone to finish once and for all with the person who gave her life.
First Chapter
A little challenge I made for myself. I am trying to make drawings using only five colors that I take out from a color palette online and mix them to create new ones for lights and shadows.
This is a character (?) for my new story Coffee, plants and Butter Toffees.
My cousins, every single day
Alfred: Master Jason... why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Jason: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned
Alfred:
Alfred: I wrote sanitize, Master Jason.
How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?
—The High Priestess (The Arcana)
Vesuvia from The Arcana
Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.
Tim: What do you call one piece of corn
Jason:…Corn?
Tim: A unicorn.
Quick note ._.
So... first of all, thanks to all the people who have supported my story, it means a lot to me.
Now, the ones that have already read my story in Spanish may have noticed a few changes in the plot. These changes are not meant to change the whole plot, its purpose is to complete it, giving a little bit more information.
Lastly, I am Mexican (not by birth, but I have lived here almost all my life), and I use a lot of jokes and common phrases in Spanish. The most obvious example of this may be that joke in chapter 6:
If Batman gets hurt, would he become Bruised Wayne?
Which originally was:
Si Batman se pone bata, ¿se convertiria en Bataman?
If you translate this, it makes no sense. And this may happen a lot in future episodes.
Apart from that, I may start posting extra incorrect quotes, so you can see another side of my characters and their relationship with the bat fam.
Thanks again for reading, and see you in next episode.
._.
Princess of Gotham
Chapter 13: Photographs & Warnings
"Hey Asset, I need to talk to you. Do you think you have time? We could talk during the patrol. Well, I'll leave you to it, you must be very busy," I sent the voicemail. Assana never turned off her phone and I found it odd that she didn't answer.
I was sitting on the stairs of the building, near our apartment while Jason was busy trying to open the door with one hand. We arrived at the apartment with a lot of complications, as the Batcow came into the living room and we couldn't get her out. After that, we had to listen to Bruce's warnings not to go near the Joker, Scarecrow, or the fast-food joints without him.
"Jane," Jason called to me, standing in front of me, grabbing my shoulders and squatting down once we entered the apartment and threw our stuff on the floor, "Promise me you won't go looking for the clown."
"But..." I started to say, but my father interrupted me.
"But nothing." Jason interrupted me, shaking me by the shoulders a little bit." Of course, he does. "And if I knew you couldn't defend yourself against that clown, I'd even forbid you to go on patrol."
"But you won't, will you?" I asked, afraid of what he might answer. If he banned me from going out with my buddies, our plan to stop Slade would go down the drain.
"Not at the moment," he replied. I breathed a little more relieved, "But if the situation gets worse, rest assured that even your brother won't go out after 7 p.m.," he said, releasing me and standing up to go to his room and leave his small suitcase there.
I stood in the doorway analyzing my options. The Joker was known for acting fast. And it was more than obvious that the situation would escalate quickly. I had little time to come up with a good plan with my team and attack Deathstroke.
Jason came out of his room a few minutes later, wearing different clothes and with unkempt hair.
"I know you have to go out, go drop your stuff off in your room, I'll fix you something to eat, and then you can go," said my father, entering the small kitchen of the apartment.
"I'll give James his keys," I said, walking past him, so he could search for them while I was getting ready.
I headed to my room, expecting to find the curtains closed and my things tidy, just as I left them the last time I was there. I opened the door and the sunlight hit me right in the face, someone had been in my room.
And that was just the first sign. On my desk, most of my notebooks were unpacked. My clothes were out of the closet and many of my books were on the floor. As if they had been looking for something.
I set my backpack on the side of the bed and started to pick things up off the floor, so it didn't look so messy. I left the curtains open but decided to close the window.
My room was much smaller than the one I had at Wayne Manor. There was only a single bed, a night table, a closet, my desk, and a chair where I threw my "not clean nor dirty" clothes, the ones I only used once and I was too lazy to put them away. On one of the walls, there were several shelves where I put framed photos, many of which were taken by Tim, and one or another book that Asset lent me.
In one of those pictures were my brother and me, when I was 10 years old. Another one was a family portrait of the Wayne family: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Olive, Alfred, my brother, and me. It was a nice picture that I liked to keep, but that I had thought about throwing away on more than one occasion.
As I was going through the photos I realized that one was missing. It was a photo that I had taken myself, with some of the friends I had made during the orphanage: Jared, Henry, Arthur, Samir, Andrea. Basically everyone I considered moderately close to me. Many of them, my biggest mistakes.
With that on my mind, I left my room and headed to the small kitchen, where Jason was preparing some sandwiches. He wasn't too bad in the kitchen.
"Eat something, then I'll let you go freely," he said, extending a plate to me. I didn't want to tell him that someone entered the house, it would worry him more, and that was the last thing I wanted.
I ate as much as I could, worry sometimes did strange things to me. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice the moment when someone knocked on the door and my father got up to open it.
"... We've just arrived, Mrs. Anne," I heard. I got up to go back to my room and put on my vigilante suit.
I opened the window and jumped out, but not before leaving a note for my legal guardian, which he never did. The apartment was in a not-so-tall building, it had only 5 floors, and our home was on the second to last floor.
The streets of Gotham were a maze if you didn't know them. Fortunately, GPS was a tool Batman had in abundance in his little cave. And my target wasn't that far from home either.
When I got to the building, I rode the elevator to the top floor, watching as Jim and Mike Vos conversed quietly in the corner near the computer.
"... I'm pretty sure they're going to change Slade's mission to the Joker's," Mike said before Jim signaled for me to turn around and look at him.
"Hey, Jane. We were just talking about our plans...for the team...yeah," stammered the jet-haired boy. While the other was trying to get away from his partner by walking sideways.
"Aha, I'll go check some things on the computer before the others arrive," I told them. Later I would talk to Mike about how to be a little more discreet.
;-;
Marcel/Compass *on his first week on the team*: why is there blood everywhere???
Cheis: i may have aggressively poked someone with a knife
Marcel: yoU STABBED SOMEONE
Cheis: no no no, i aggressively poked them with a knife
I mean, for me it's a yes.
But I think in canon Remus had the potion (really don't remember the name) that kept him conscious during his transformation, so he should have remembered that. Maybe he did remember and just kept silent.
But once again, for me it's a yes.
so, i've got a question: when Remus lupin was teaching at Hogwarts and went on full werewolf on full moon, did Sirius black accompanied him like old times in his animagus form?
Please say yes
-
scrumptiousmongersuitcaseturtle liked this · 3 years ago -
r-cabrera reblogged this · 3 years ago
she/they 20 years. This blog is a mess of a lot of things. Roch's personal Blog
127 posts