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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.

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.

PRINCESS OF GOTHAM

I think I'm gonna post my Wattpad story in English here. Maybe with some corrections or grammar mistakes, but whatever.

Just a little apology, my main character is a meta-human and I think there's a part of the fandom that is against this because the whole "Gotham doesn't have metas". When I started creating my oc's I was beginning in the DC fandom, so I didn't know a lot of things, and personally it'll be a big chance in character development.

I would be eternally grateful if you give me a chance and read my story.

For the Spanish version, it's already published at my Wattpad profile, you can search me as @/Rochely1702 or by the post I made here in Tumblr a few days ago.

Para la versión en español de esta historia, ya está publicada en mi perfil de Wattpad, pueden buscarme como @/Rochely1702 o por el post que hice hace unos días aqui en Tumblr.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 6: Shadows

My life was never easy. I had to learn to fend for myself from an early age, take care of the people who trusted me, only to be stabbed in the back.

The alleys of Gotham were by far the worst places in the city, but I had to learn. The night rides were crazy, but without those rides, I would have never met Jason.

I learned 3 things from those rides: Damian Wayne is a killjoy when he's in the Robin costume, he just keeps complaining about everything and saying they should do one thing instead of another. That Batman watches a few specific alleys a day. And that most criminals under Arkham's watch would never rob a 10-year-old girl, or at least not the ones I came across.

Red Hood, Shade, and I, along with James were on the roof of a building near Wayne Tower, keeping an eye on those drunks, druggies, and perverts sitting on the sidewalk, on the bat's orders, that was what we would do for the rest of the night.

It was actually a pretty boring night. And my team had asked for the weekend off, so I wouldn't be able to escape with them.

"Eclipse, send your shadow to buy me a beer, this is going to go on for a long time," said Jason, who was sitting on that rooftop leaving his feet dangling.

"If Batman gets hurt, would he become Bruised Wayne?" James asked, sliding his finger across his phone screen. Then he got a smack from Assana.

"Don't be an asshole." Shade said, sitting down next to Jason.

"But is it or isn't it?"

"I don't know, don't get philosophical with me, look it up on the Internet." I answered, laughing a little at that bad joke.

That's how almost all our outings were, generally, when we went on Batman's side we never did much, because I was afraid that something would get out of control, it was just watching a group of thugs and that was it. While if we went on behalf of Red Hood, Young Justice, my team, and even with Nightwing, we had more freedom.

"If this takes longer, I'll call Scorpion and Poison, and we'll go drinking." James commented. He was starting to follow in Jason's footsteps, but for me, it was better for him to go drinking with our friends than to go out there unannounced. At least with our mates, there was a way to contact them.

"Invite me, although I'll have to have a juice, honestly I don't feel like spending all night here." I followed him.

"No drinking, going to bars, and coming home late, especially not today. Bruce wants everyone to be at the house tomorrow. And get up early."Jason said in an attempt to keep us on that horrible rooftop.

"I thought you were only staying one night at the mansion," Assana asked, also pulling out her phone.

"And so, if we can't drink, why do you want me to bring you a beer," I asked, pulling out my brother's wallet and checking how much money he had.

"Because I'm of legal age. And you two are barely 18, you shouldn't even be drinking." Jason replied. Standing in front of me. I gave the wallet back to my brother and Jason sat back down.

"Haha, nice." Assana teased. Still looking at the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, in my right hand was already a can of cold beer and a juice, and my shadow returned to my other hand.

"Jane!" Jason warned as he saw me open the can.

"Believe it or not, I did pay. Here's my change." I said, tossing him the coins to try to avoid my father's scolding. "Do you want some?"

"Oh, and you paid with my money, didn't you?" James asked, taking out his wallet to check that he wasn't missing any money.

"I'll pay you back the day we go out to rob another store." I said, only to get hit in the back of the head." If you don't want me to steal, then give me money to pay him." And instead of him giving me at least one bill, he snatched the can in my hand. "You're welcome."

For a strange black smoke to buy beer wouldn't be the strangest thing the citizens had ever seen. Obviously, I would have problems with Batman, nothing that couldn't be fixed with a good breakfast.

The shadows lived with me. They came into my life without my consent. I met them when I least expected it. And I don't think they're going to leave anytime soon.

Hey not sure if the mirage in that last post you made is referring referring an OC, but in dc canon mirage aka Miriam Delgado is a shapeshifter who sexually assaulted dick grayson by impersonating starfire, who was his gf at the time.

Here's a link to a reddit post with the panels: https://www.reddit.com/r/comicbooks/comments/5qqz7l/that_time_dc_slutshamed_nightwing_after_he_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shit, I didn't knew about that. Sorry

Think I may change the name of that character and try to not commit that mistake again.

Thanks for the info ._.

Love them

FASHION

The Wayne’s are always being photographed, and sometimes they want to look really, really, good for those photographs. It causes headlines, and for Bruce, Headaches

*-* Warriors Society on Winter Festivities (?

Rai/Hakan: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We'll hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is underneath.

Callan: We are not doing that

Jane/Eclipse: Mistlefoe

Callan: Jane, no...

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James/Blackbird: Last year for Christmas, I asked Santa for the sexiest person alive. I woke up in a box.

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Malowe/Parallel: I wanna get run over

Olive/Pandora: aww come on, it's Christmas! Get in the spirit!

Malowe: I wanna get run over by a reindeer?

--------------------------------------------- Cheis: Dear Santa, I've been good this year...

Cheis: Most of the year...

Cheis: Once in a while...

Cheis: Nevermind, I'll buy my own stuff.

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Assana/Shade: What's that Christmas song that is like "the lease knobby dot"

Assana: It's Spanish

Samantha/Black Arrow: Are you serious?

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Mike/Sound Road: Christmas gets so much harder as you get older

Mike: "What do you want for Christmas?" I don't know?

Mike: Financial Security? A stable job?

Marcel/Compass: A nap would be nice.

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Jim Bullock: Christmas is canceled

Jared/Poison: You can't cancel a holiday

Jim: Keep it up, J and you will lose New Year's

Jared: What does that mean

Jim: Assana, take New Year's away from Jared

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Honorable mention to our diseased partners

Casper/Lightningale: I panic when people compliment me

Casper: what the heck am I supposed to say?

Aria/Blue Lantern: Great job at training, Cas!

Casper: *panicking* Merry Christmas!

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I think that was everyone.

Happy Holidays

probably gonna get shot on site for this but oh well

it is okay if you don't know literally every single detail about canon. It's okay!!! Its okay if you haven't seen every movie. It's okay if you never read the books. Its okay if you haven't seen every episode. Its okay if you haven't read every comic. Its okay if most of the stuff you know came from reading fanfic. Its okay if you have literally never touched the source material. Its okay if all you do is interact with tumblr posts or fanart. Its okay if you decide to make up your own version of events even if they contradict canon completely.

Fandom spaces do not exist to be policed. Fandom spaces do not exist to be gatekept. If you don't know each and every detail then its okay because fanspaces exist for you to fill in the cracks with whatever it is you like. You can literally headcanon whatever, no one can stop you. you have my permission to go crazy

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 26: What A Bullet Destroys

Olive

My life has always been a sham. I am a simple replacement. An android, or at least half of my body, designed to destroy beings equal or more powerful than Shade herself.

Jane Todd came to me, saving me from the suffering caused by my creator, Lex Luthor, promising me a better life. Promising me to find my family and if not, the chance to be a part of hers. He came to me when everything around him seemed to be falling apart.

I arrived with the Wayne family a few months before Angella almost stuck a knife in their back.

Assana told me everything, including the plan they both had for Richard Grayson's supposed biological daughter to be accused of treason, not only against the Wayne family but also against Shade.

When I woke up the first time, I didn't know anything, where I was, or how things worked. I was human, but I knew nothing about humanity.

During that time, Jane trained me, teaching me to use the skills Luthor and my parents had accidentally given me. She lent me her clothes, accompanied me if I had nightmares, taught me how to use the sword, even taught me how to use the microwave. Before long I was on his level, ready to carry out the plan.

The supposed Angella Grayson was nothing more than a conspirator, using Eclipse for her own benefit and manipulating different members of her original team of heroes.

Shade, Eclipse, Cheis themself and Scorpion had a deep hatred for the traitors, treating them like scum for months until they found out who had put those ideas into their heads.

All those who had doubts were sent to missions in other cities, even to other countries, but when the threat grew, the traitors stayed day and night in a single district.

Nightmare, White Scarab, Red Sun, Velma, Percia, Alchemy. The greatest team of young superheroes, the Warriors Society, was disbanded. And what were they thinking?

Betray Assana Jernigan, heir to the enormous power of Shade, the most powerful person in this universe, capable of destroying entire planets just by thinking about it, who received the same training as Jane Hart, the girl who in seconds can make you puke your guts out.

The breaking point was when Assana, with the help of Malowe, Callan, and Jane, exposed the name of Angella's real father. Slade Wilson. The ability to read minds had taught her that this data must be in the back of her mind.

Even the world's greatest detective didn't see that coming. But that was obviously part of the plan. Shade gave her one of the worst punishments ever imagined, she would live, free, but she would be permanently erased from everyone's mind.

She begged for forgiveness, and Assana told her that she would let only two people remember her. For a moment, I thought she would choose Dick, but she didn't. She chose Jane and me. Assana, being the one who administered the punishment, couldn't forget her either.

The situation with Richard, having so many memories with Angella, would be different. His memories of his supposed daughter would be erased. He would not remember the main reason why Eclipse took me in or the fight Angella and I had and why in the future he would decide to make me his temporary companion. But after all, he took me in as if he had known me all my life.

When I arrived at the Manor and was left in Richard's care, I thought he would abandon me, but I was wrong. He taught me how to control my powers, he taught me how to cook the basics, he even taught me how to socialize.

Jane was the first person to show me trust, respect, honor. I consider her my best friend, my cousin, my sister, my partner. She showed me what it is to be human. And even though we obviously had some misunderstandings, we always managed to make up in no time. I owe everything to her. I even have so much respect for her that during the time Ric had amnesia, I gave the mantle of Nightwing to her while I infiltrated the court of the Owls.

Without Richard and Jane, I wouldn't have survived more than a week in Gotham.

I was thinking about all this as I arranged the chemicals we had taken on the shelf. Jane had not shown up for class, and most likely she was still talking to the principal, those conversations sometimes lasted for hours.

As I left the room I checked the notifications on my phone, to my surprise, Jane's messages abounded, explaining in a not so brief way her situation and begging me to find a way to get out of the school.

I had no choice but to escape through the school's emergency exits, even though Jane had already told me that Uncle Roy had already asked permission to take me out of the school. I ran to the classroom, grabbed my backpack, and retraced my steps back to the gym. I placed my artificial hand on the door to deactivate the cameras and alarms and finally got out.

I walked down one of the alleys so I could take off the annoying uniform and the necklace with Zatana's spell to cover my robotic parts and put on the suit I had designed with the help of my cousin.

When the location of Eclipse arrived on my phone, it had already started to rain, I had no problem the water would not reach the circuits easily, but I knew that if they continued fighting it would be much more difficult to finish the fight.

The message Jane sent me didn't say much, she was on the roof of a building, far from where I assumed she would be. Still, I decided not to ask questions and help her with whatever she was doing.

"He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying trapeze," I began to sing as I swung between the buildings, just as my father had taught me.

Arriving near her location, I could make her out, her hair and clothes soaking wet, kneeling on the ground, and hugging herself. She was not alone.

In front of her, Genesis, Angella Wilson, was making her appearance again, without the costume we saw her in a few days ago.

I didn't wait any longer, I took out my spear and threw it against her, not to hurt her, but to make her notice my presence, it fell a few centimeters away from her, burying itself in the ground. And I covered the distance I needed to reach them under her watchful eye.

"What a nice meeting, isn't it?" Genesis asked, raising her foot to lift Jane's head with her tip so that they could look each other in the eye -although there is still someone missing," she said, dropping her foot back to the ground. At that moment I had the opportunity to pick up my spear again.

"Get away from her," I said, pointing the halberd at her throat.

"Why would I do that? You have no control over me," he said, with a huge smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Pandora. I'm fine, it was just a scratch," Jane said, trying to get up behind me. But from the sound of her voice, I could tell it wasn't just a scratch.

"How cute," Genesis joked, "What are you two planning to do against me," she asked.

And that was my cue to disappear the spear and throw a punch to her face. I didn't want to start a fight, I just wanted Jane to have time to get herself together so we could get out of there. Nor was it in my plan for Nightwing or Red Robin to show up there and ask us a thousand questions.

Between Angella and I, a fight started, although I clearly had an advantage, the rain didn't bother me as much as it did her.

"I don't feel like fighting with a cheap copy," said Genesis, standing on the edge of the roof, then turned to my cousin, "Let this be a lesson to you Eclipse," when she finished speaking, she let herself fall, but I didn't dare to find out if she had survived the fall. I ran to help Jane, who with the help of her shadow created support for her weight. When she looked up, not only did I see that she was about to start talking, but also that her eyes were completely black, and a deep wound in her abdomen was a bad omen.

"I don't want explanations now, I'll take you home and help you with the wound," I said, putting his arm around my shoulders to help them walk, "We're not far away, just... don't fall asleep.

We made our way to my Uncle Jason's apartment in total silence. We entered the building through one of the windows in the hallway on the floor where the residence was located. With the help of Jane's shadow, we opened the door.

When we walked in, we saw a shirtless Jason, wearing sweatpants and wet hair. But when he saw us enter, he quickly put his shirt back on and got up to help me with Jane, who was beginning to close her eyes.

"What happened to her?" he asked me, leading his daughter to the biggest couch in the living room.

"I don't know, they were already like that when I arrived," I told him, going to the kitchen to look for the first aid kit.

Jane, what do we do now?

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