The Bat, The Clown, and One Very Confused Girl [A Helena Wayne Story] Info

[Helena's P.O.V.]

[Age 13]

It was a bright and sunny day.

Although I suppose bright and sunny are one in the same. Hmm, maybe not...........

ANYWAY! Long story short, it was a beautiful morning as mom and I were driving back to our home in the fabulous--if I do say so myself--city of Gotham.

We were driving back from a weekend beach vacation for just the two of us, since I would be starting school in a week. I felt kind of sad that my father couldn't join us. But he was pretty much wrapped up in work at his company, not like he really had to do any actual work there. And then of course there was the whole Batman thing..............

It was too bad the couldn't take a vacation from that.

Mom and I had preferred to take a regular car instead of a limo for once. After all, it really sucked to look out of black tinted windows all the time.

Most kids thought it was this whole different world to be rich.

It wasn't.

We were almost back in the city, but I was dying to take a nap, considering the fact that we'd left our hotel at 5 am just to get back before noon.

Damn that beach was far away!

Another thing that prevented me from sleeping was because my mom kept talking to me. Not about fun girl stuff, but serious heated topics. I felt like I was on a debate team or some sort of CNN show.....not fun.

She probably didn't want the only company she had to black out on her.

Things were quiet now. Random thoughts began coming into my head. One of which was-"Why the heck did my parents decide to name me Helena?" Ugh, It was such an old timey 50's-esqe name. Nothing like my friends with cool names like Brittany or Jessica.

No sooner had I come out of my weird train of thought, that I realized we were back in the city--in mid-morning traffic no less.

"Do you want to go visit your father for a minute?" mom asked as we approached the Wayne Enterprises building.

"Nah. I'll see him later. Right now I just need to get some sleep." I replied between yawns.

Besides, I thought to myself, I'd never be let in looking like this.

I looked down at my black tank top underneath the unzipped blue hoodie I'd thown on, grey fitted sweats, and purple flip flops. Then my brown eyes darted to the rearview mirror staring at my god-awful messed up dark chestnut waves gripped into a hight ponytail. Then I stared at my mother, whose pin straight caramel-colored hair and cute Juicy tracksuit, looked perfect.

No father would want to see his daughter looking like a bum--only I looked worse than that.

A half hour later, we pulled up to the gates and I dashed inside the mansion not even bothering to help mom with her luggage or greet Alfred hello.

It was now 11:53 AM, I saw before setting my blue, star-shaped alarm clock for 6 PM.

Collapsing into my soft bed--not even bothering to change--I hoped that I would see dad soon.....