14 Years Ago

"Alright, get up," A police woman orders me as she walks into my cell. I spent the night in juvie and today they're gonna take me upstate to a foster group home... yippee. "Someone, very generously, bailed you out."

I raise a brow, "Who?"

A tall, dark-haired man steps into the doorway.

"Mr. Wayne," The woman smiles. Oh no.

"Can you give us a moment?" He asks the officer.

"Of course," She gushes, hurrying out.

"Please," Mr. Wayne- Bruce, motions towards the bed and pulls up the metal chair that was by the sink.

"I'd rather stand," I cross my arms.

He chuckles, "Ah, stubborn one. Just like your mother."

I tense up.

"Alison Marlina Kyle. Born October 28th, 1990. Daughter of Selina Kyle. Or shall I say Catwoman? Need I go on?" He lists off. I shift legs uncomfortably, hating the fact that someone knows that much about me. I got my information on him from a good source, he had to do some digging.

I sigh, "Okay. You've made your point. You can go now."

He stands from his chair, but doesn't head towards the cell door. "I took care of the charges against you. They told me where they're going to take you," He says. Okay? Congrats? Does he want a prize for stating the fucking obvious? "But I can offer you another solution. Another way to live than on the streets, scraping by."

"I'm rather fond of the streets. Thanks though."

"Alison-"

"I know who you really are," I cross my arms, taking a step forward.

"Then you know I want to help you. You don't have to live this lifestyle anymore," He gestures the cell.

~~~

Bruce's old man servant pulls us up to his mansion. I decided to give this a shot. I mean... I figured anything was better than being taken upstate. My plan was to jump out of the moving vehicle, cause what can anyone do then? But this plan will work too. I'll stay for about a week or so, get some food, steal some richy rich items, and be on my way.

"I'm so glad you changed your mind, Miss Kyle. I think you'll really fit in around here," Alfred says kindly as he opens my door. I just nod. I highly doubt that.

"Bruce!" A boy that looks to be about my age runs out of the front door,  jumping past all the steps. "I did it! I did it! I completed phase 3 of our training." Bruce clears his throat stepping to the side to reveal me, showing the boy there's company.

He slowly peaks around Bruce, eyeing me suspiciously, the excitement leaving his face. "Who's that?" He looks back to Bruce.

Bruce opens his mouth to answer but I speak before he can, "She is none of your business. And she can speak for herself," I put my hand on my hip. I see Alfred raise his gray eyebrows and whisper to Bruce 'This should be fun' before heading inside.

"Dick, this is Alison. She is going to be staying with us," Bruce introduces.

"What! For how long?" Dick rushes out.

"Indefinitely," Bruce tells him before heading inside. Dick side-eyes me before quickly going to catch up.

"But Bruce-" Dick starts to argue.

I'm with Alfred, this should be fun.

~~~

It's been 3 days since I came with Bruce. He's left me alone for the most part, mostly Alfred has been checking on me and making me food. I haven't seen that kid much either.

After stuffing my face with grilled cheese, I make my way to one of Bruce's many living rooms; The main one with a picture of him when he was a boy, with  his parents, which I find unsettling. I start peering around for things to take. I've already taken a necklace, some crystal things from the bathroom, and a few gold watches.

I spot a couple of gold candle holders on the fire place mantel, so I swiftly swipe them off and stash them in my jacket.

"I saw that," A voice startles me. I turn to see Dick standing a few feet behind me with his arms crossed.

"Saw what?" I ask boredly, shrugging

"What you took," He steps forward. I take a step backwards, backing into the brick on the fire place. "You stole candle holders."

"Rightttt, okay..." I start to slowly inch my way out, "Maybe you're starting to see thin-"

He grabs my arm, opening up my jacket, "See! I knew you've been stealing from Bruce! You're a thief." I roll my eyes, wow he doesn't get out much.

I let out a laugh and he narrows his eyes. "I've been called worse." Then I grab his wrist and twist his arm behind back causing him to let out a familiar yelp of pain.

"What's going on in here," Alfred comes rushing in, "Oh.."

"Don't ever touch me again or next time I'll break it," I warn, shoving him forward and storm out. "I'm outta here!"

~~~

I walk down the street, backpack full of the things I stole from the mansion as I head somewhere to find a place to sleep for the next few nights. A black sports car slowly pulls up beside me and I about bolt when the window rolls down and I see it's Bruce.

"Stalker," I mutter before clearing my throat and speaking louder, "Thought Alfred drove you everywhere."

He gets quite kick of that. "I like to take her out for a spin every once in a while," He pats the side. "So are you going to get in?"

"No," I  answer and keep walking. He follows, driving slowly beside me. I think I'd rather be in juvie.

"Alfred told me what you did to Dick," He says.

I roll my eyes, "He grabbed me first."

"Was that before or after you took the candles?" He asks, not angrily, but amused. I turn to see him cracking up about it.

"I didn't take the stupid candles, I took the holders," I correct. "Wait!-". Oh crap, I groan. He got me.

I let out a sigh, dropping my shoulders. "Are you gonna call the cops again?"

"No," He chuckles. "That was not as me, Bruce Wayne. I apologize for that. I needed to know who you were though."

"So you only bailed me out because you know my mom?" I question.

"Well, no actually. You impressed me far before I found out your name," He commends. "But your mother and I go way back." A smile actually appears on his face.

"She told me about you," I admit, though it's obvious at this point.

"Why don't we go home and I can tell you some stories about her?" He offers. I perk up. I've been told a couple things by a few people over the past few months, but mostly I've just heard things. But, maybe Bruce could give me some real stories, true ones. Genuine ones. And maybe, eventually he could even find her killers...

I huff, making sure to weigh out all my options in my head, which didn't take long, before making the smartest decision. It's either with Bruce or back on the streets. I guess the first one won't be too bad. He's already given me the largest bedroom available and more clothes than I've ever seen, little long own. Okay, fineeee. I reach out for the door, here goes nothing.

~~~

That night after we got back Dick apologized to me, begrudgingly, at dinner and Bruce told me all sorts of stories about my mom in her prime.

As I exit my bathroom, I still can't believe I get my very own, I find a small white box with my name and a note on it.

Alison, I think you could really do some good with us and let out some of your frustration at the same time, including those moves you used on Dick and I. I think you could even teach us a thing or two. I hope you choose to stay and let me help you find your way. I think this'll be the first step. -Bruce

I open the box skeptically, gasping when I see what's inside. I slowly pick up the black whip, carefully admiring it as I do feeling like it could shatter in a second. I swallow a lump that's formed in my throat and my eyes start to sting. For the first time since she was killed I feel at peace. For a moment, it's like she's right here with me.

Oh, how naive and stupid of me....