AN: Hi! Uh so this is the first fic I've written about something other than The Beatles, so I guess be easy on me haha? I intend for this to be a short story thing and i'm gonna make up my own villain, i hope that's alright. I also hope this won't be a fail, and that some people will end up liking it. I'm sorry if any information is wrong, feel free to correct me. I'd really love some reviews with ideas, your thoughts or anything really. Enjoy!

I had just finished my school day at the local high school here in Gotham city, one day of my seemingly long junior year to be exact. I wander around the small town that has grown a lot over the years as it long ago was in ruins with crime any corner you turned, and the rate for the commonly striking fugitives was high. I pull my gray sweater around my body closer and tuck a piece of my light brown hair behind my ear and continue to walk down the streets of Gotham with the autumn air nipping at my exposed skin. My black book bag bounces off my moving legs as my arms are firmly crossed over my chest while I continue with my striding walk in destination of Wayne Enterprises. The journey to there from the school isn't terribly long and I've gotten used to it from having made it times before.

I pass the local police station to see a police car parked in front and two officers walking towards the front door with a seemingly criminal with them. A man who has short blonde hair, a thin beard, and striking blue eyes. I notice him to be wearing baggy clothes that look dirty and torn up, he also appears to be maybe mid 30's. We catch each others eye for a split second and that short second was uncomfortable as his sharp eyes bore into mine and gave me a weird feeling, not a good feeling.

I tear my eyes away from him and stare ahead while i continue with my fast paced walk until I arrive at the tall building that is my fathers office. I huff and enter the place to find the elevator and I push the up button and step in it to take me to the second floor where the meeting room and my dad's office is. I step out to find the front desk where the secretary sits in front of her computer and i approach her and she raises her brown eyes.

"Hello Sam, how've you been lately?" Sandy greets me, someone whom I've known for years and I flash her a smile.

"Hi Sandy, I've been good. How about you? I hope my dads been treating you alright." I reply with a lightness to my words and she grins.

"I've been great, and of course he has been." she responds and I nod my head before looking towards the tall, wooden doors ahead of me where the main meeting room is, which I know is currently in use.

"I think they should be done in about ten minutes Sam, they're probably just wrapping a few things up right now." Sandy tells me.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go wait in his office for him." I reply and she nods her red haired head before I retreat to a hall to my right to find a mahogany wood door that says 'Bruce Wayne CEO'. I open the door to find a spiffy looking desk with a plush chair behind it and a large, floor to almost ceiling window to the right of the desk. I take my seat in the comfortable chair and prop my feet that are clad in my gray flats on the desk, ah he's probably going to be ticked that I'm putting my feet on his desk once again. I think I mostly do it to annoy him.

I set my bag on the floor next to me and sigh as I look around his vast, mostly plain office that isn't much to look at. I wonder why he even has an office here, it's not like he's that big of a part of the company, he really dislikes business stuff. My eyes travel to the three framed photos in the left corner of the desk and I look at the familiar faces the frames hold. I pick the largest one up to find an old picture of my two smiling parents on their wedding day, what I've heard to be the happiest day of their lives. My dad looks nice in a simple tux and my late mother in a flowing, white dress.

Some people say I'm a clone of my mother, but then again other people say I'm the spitting image of my father. I can easily see where I got my light, brown hair from as my two parents had brown hair with slight variations to their colors if you compare them. I think my eyes look like they were taken from my mother with my almond shaped pair that are a deep brown like my dad's. I don't know what else to think about my features otherwise; I'm always told that I have my father's thin pair of lips and exquisite cheekbones which I can see. When comparing a picture of my mom and I, the nose, hair and eyes are like an exact copy. My dad has said a few times how he thinks I look so much like her, he always talks fondly of my mother who passed away when I was only five years old. The story of my mother is for another time.

I set that picture back in its place before glancing at the picture of my grandparents and my young dad who sit in the middle of the two, they all have happy smiles on their faces. I bring my eyes to the last picture that will always be my favorite. It's of my two parents and I as a young baby, I was 11 months in the picture with two teeth, some curly brown hair and a large smile. My mom and dad sit to my left and right with proud grins on their faces and they both look so young, especially my dad. Not that he's old now, he just looks different even though he was only I suppose in his early twenties in the photo.

I hear a closing of a door and sit back in the chair waiting for the door to open and in coming my father, but alas he doesn't come and I continue to look around his familiar office that I've been inside many times. A book shelf sits against the left wall of the room and along with that are other things in the room, but not much else as my dad isn't much of one to decorate.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket so I take it out and click a button or two until I bring up the text message from my boyfriend Ryan to read. I reply and send it before stashing my cell phone back into my pocket and I notice the time that reads 3:15, the meeting should be ending right now I think.

Only a minute later does the door open with my clean looking father who's dressed in a black suit with a royal blue tie and his brown hair combed back.

"Oh Sam. Hi, how long have you been waiting here?" he asks after he closes the door and I sit up to rest my feet on the floor.

"Not long, how was your meeting?" I reply with a question for him and I stand up from the chair to throw my bag over my shoulder and I push the chair in as he stands still a foot or two in front of the desk.

"Fine, we just discussed some boring statistics and this new project with some new client or whomever." he answers, there's my dad who dislikes business and trying to figure numbers and all that.

I simply nod my head before we leave his office to find some other men dressed in the same attire and with combed back hair and I recognize one who looks older.

"Sam, hi. Long time no see, how's school going?" Fox, an employee of my fathers and I guess you could say maybe an acquaintance stops us in mid walk towards the elevator.

"Hi Fox, it's been going good. How's the job treating ya?" I respond and he looks to my father before returning his eyes to me.

"Oh it's been fine, your father hasn't been too hard on me if that's what you mean." he jokes and we say bye before we leave to board the elevator.

We find my dads fancy car and pile in before he starts the engine and he backs out of his designated space and joins the busy traffic.

"I still don't get why you took away my keys!" I complain as I look out the window while the trees, cars, people and buildings pass by.

"You know why I took away your keys, it's because-." he begins but I pipe in.

"Dad, I was only half an hour late for my curfew." I argue and I exhale a sigh.

"Yes I know, but you were down town with your friends where there were dozens of ways you could be put in harms way, Samantha." he sternly states and I rest my chin in my palm.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal, the Batman would've just came and saved me anyways." I retort and I hear my father let out a frustrated sigh.

"Just be happy that you're safe and getting a ride home, I could've come up with a much worse punishment like helping out at the senior center on Bingo night." he jokes and I don't laugh with him as I'm not in the laughing mood.

We stop at a red light next to the police station I passed on my way to my dad's building and I again see that same man with the menacing stare and disheveled appearance.

"Dad, who's that guy?" I ask him and I try not to point or draw a lot of attention to him that would make it obvious that I'm staring at him.

"Oh him, I think he's some criminal that was convicted for the raping and murder of a woman a few years ago. See that's what I'm talking about Sam, it's those creeps that I don't want you bumping into downtown at night." my protective father replies and the man glances to me and gives me that bold stare before the car moves forward away from the man in handcuffs.

"What's his name?" I continue with the questions and I turn to face my dad.

"They call him 'Stone', and if I'm correct his real name is Vince Bridges. He's a criminal with a long record of rapes, and break ins. I think he's finally up for life in prison at his next court hearing in a couple of days. It's a big thing for the town right now, and the media." he responds and I nod my head in understanding before taking my phone from my pocket to answer yet another text from my boyfriend.

"Can I go out for pizza with Ryan tonight?" I question my father who is driving.

"What does grounded until next week mean?" he replies and I groan which he seems to get a kick out of.

"Ah come on dad, I have straight A's, a 4.0 GPA, my own job and I pay for my gas. I'm sorry that I was half an hour late for my curfew last Saturday night, can I please just go out for pizza with my boyfriend tonight?" I plea.

"Your boyfriend can join us for pizza tonight at home, certainly." he states and I shake my head before answering Ryan's text.

We arrive at our luxurious home after the rest of the silent car ride and I toss my book bag onto a chair before traveling into the vast kitchen. I find a snack to eat which I quickly devour before Alfred enters with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon Samantha, how was school today? Did your math test go alright, dear?" the friendly man asks and I cross my arms over my chest with a half eaten cracker in one hand and small smile on my face, I've always enjoyed talking to Alfred.

"Hi Alfred. It went alright I guess, I finished that one book I was telling you about. Ah the ending was unexpected, but impressive. As for that test, I think I did good. Thanks for helping me with the studying last night." I reply to him and I sit up on the fancy counter as Alfred and I talk and I finish my cracker.

"Ah well that's good to hear, I think I should take some time from my day to read that book. It sounds very interesting from what you've told me. You're welcome darling, anything I can do to help." Alfred responds before my dad enters and spots me sitting on the counter, one of his pet peeves.

"Yeah, I know." I speak as I give in and jump off to land on my feet and he nods his head before grabbing a bottle of something to drink from the fridge and he leaves.

"You're still grounded, huh?" Alfred questions.

"Yeah, he wouldn't budge as much as I tried to get him to." I explain and he nods his head before bidding a goodbye to go tend to something.

With my father being the rich, well known man that he is he hasn't been around for everything; he's been at parties or thrown ones of his own here, of course attending business things and you can't forget saving the innocent from the villains of Gotham city as Batman. Alfred has always been a good friend of mine, ever since I could remember. He's been there when my father hasn't. He taught me how to play chess at a young age, how to play soccer and some other things which I'm thankful for having been taught. He's somebody who I can always rely on, which isn't exactly the case with my dad. My dad is another whole story that I won't forget to tell, but that will have to wait for another time.

AN: So, what did you think? Did you like it any? Do you think it stinks or that it may have some potential? I'd love to read your thoughts on it.