Don't Jinx It

*Batman Fanfiction*
Aurora Wayne; Bruce Wayne's adopted daughter; one with an obsession with riddles. Unfortunately, having Bruce Wayne as her legal guardian, she was under threat by rouges. She just had to jinx it, didn't she? Too bad she didn't care.


1. Aurora Wayne

“Miss Aurora, time to get up, you’ve slept all day and it’s almost time for the ball.
“Ughhhhh, Alfred.  My name is Rori!” I groaned.
Alfred sighed. “I don’t know why on Earth you insist on that nickname, Aurora is a lovely name.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m up, Alfred. I’ll get dressed.”
      As he shut the door, and I rubbed my eyes, I was shocked to see my friends Allie and Lily hiding behind the door.  Allie, Lily, and I all stuck out. We were different. Lily had purple eyes, and Allie had mismatched blue and green eyes. They were twins, both blonde, almost identical except for their eyes. It made them stick out even more. Me, on the other hand, well, I could mimic voices. No one knew about it except the twins.
       The ball was both a Halloween Ball and a Birthday Ball for my birthday, which was a day before Halloween. As of today, I am officially eighteen years old. It was a costume ball, and Lily was going as the Cheshire cat, complete with a purple dress and purple cat ears. Allie was going as Alice from Wonderland, and I was going as a female Riddler, of sorts.
      I was going to wear an emerald dress, with faint golden swirls in the design. I was going to wear a black masquerade mask that said in light green elegant writing, “Riddle Me This”. I was, of course, bringing two knives, in case of emergency. One was my special knife. It was one of a kind, and had “Don’t Jinx It” carved into it. Bruce, my adoptive father, told me to bring it, as if I wasn’t already going to.
       As we walked out, we did what we normally do when we walk in or out of a room. Slow motion style. “Whaaat are you doing?” my adoptive brother, Richard asked. He was adopted by Bruce, like me. “Nothing.” I said, and we returned to normal. Richard was wearing an average tuxedo.
“You have no imagination, Richard.” I declared.
“You have too much imagination, little Rori.” Richard replied, chuckling.
We headed out to the limo, and started on our way to Wayne Enterprises, where the Ball would be held as it is every year. I had a bad feeling about this. Joker, Harley Quinn, Riddler, and Scarecrow had all escaped from Arkham Asylum last night.
But, of course, being the adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, did mean I was constantly at the risk of being attacked by Gotham’s most wanted.
*sigh* I just jinxed it, didn’t I?

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