MAN, IF ONLY SELINA could see me now. (I'd like to think she'd be very proud. Or.. sending me to the asylum. Or both.) I stood outside of Wayne Manor, a hand on my hip and a bundle of nerves inside of me. Sure, there was a smirk plastered on my face, but it was mostly just for show. It was night, the moon illuminating the clouds. The wind was cold and crisp, blowing my brown locks all around my face.

"How to get inside, how to get inside.." I mused to myself as I cautiously walked around the lush perimeter of the manor.

The sound of an engine suddenly made me jump. I immediately ducked behind a tall shrub before slowly looking up. I saw a black limo rolling out from the driveway, with Alfred in the front seat. The back windows were tainted black, but if I squinted hard enough, I could make out two figures, one smaller than the other, which I assumed was Bruce and Dick.

I scoffed. They were honestly stupider than I thought.

When the limo disappeared from my line of sight, I got up from behind the shrub and ran up towards the nearest window, taking out my gun. I clicked the safety off and closed one eye, aiming it at the glass. I pulled the trigger, and the familiar echo of a shot rang out, but the bullet just bounced off of the glass.

I groaned in frustration and let my arm fall to my side.

Bullet proof glass.

"Yeah, because that's not suspicious at all," I said as I rolled my eyes, "guess I'm just gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way."

I walked over to the window and tried to pull it open, but it wouldn't budge. I furrowed my eyebrows and pulled harder. Nothing. I took out a small flashlight from my belt, turning it on and peering inside.

In place of where the window lock should've been, was a small, high-tech looking piece of machinery. I checked some of the other windows near it, and saw they all had the same thing. I now totally regret not listening to Lex when he tried to teach me about hacking.

I thought for a moment, deciding that if I couldn't go through, I'd just have to go up. I took out my grapple gun and shot it up to the roof, hearing it latch onto something. Then I pulled the trigger and flew up to the roof. My feet touched down on the hard surface. I quickly reset the line and tucked the gun back into my holster.

I scanned my surrounding, taking small steps as I looked for any points of entry. Suddenly, something shiny caught my eye. I glanced down at the sky window, the moonlight bouncing off of its reflective surface.

They didn't close it all the way.

I smirked and bent down, prying the window open. I looked inside and didn't see any traps. The moonlight now covered the tiled floor as I slowly lowered myself through the opening. I landed in a crouch, and when I stood up, I realized I had been in this room before. It was the kitchen that I (as Brielle, obviously) had been in not even a week ago.

"Okay," I muttered, "now for the hard part."

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It had been about twenty minutes before I finally found the correct hallway. Was it even possible for this place to look bigger at night? I sauntered down the carpeted floor as I approached the big clock at the end. I really hoped that I had been right about all of this, or else this is pretty much just a bust.

I reached forwards and starting pushing the clock to the right, the way which the carpet had been disturbed. It wouldn't budge. I pushed harder. After a few moment I sighed, pausing. There had to be another way to open this.

I reached into my belt and pulled out a small, blacklit flashlight. I started running it over the surface of the clock, seeing if there were any fingerprints left anywhere. There were a few on the sides, but nothing helpful. I trailed up. When I passed the top of the clock, I suddenly saw a plethora of prints on the hands.

I rose an eyebrow. Maybe a specific time opened it?

I gingerly reached up and pushed the hands around. I could play as much as I wantedー my gloves wouldn't leave a trace. I sighed. There was too many times!

What would be important enough that Batsー Bruce would care about?

I thought back to our previous conversations, running through everything I knew. A specific sentence flashed in my mind.

"Pretty name. You know, if my parents ever had a girl, they were going to name her Brielle."

I grinned. His parents!

I whipped out my phone and started to search up any important times related to his parents. An article came up, titled, "THE WAYNE LEGACY."

I clicked on it and started reading. "Thomas and Martha Wayne.." I muttered to myself, "owners of Wayne Enterprises.. shot in an alley.. declared dead at 10:47!"

I shut my phone off and moved the hands of the clock to the appropriate time. The second they were at 10:47, a hissing sound reached my ears. My eyes widened as I watched the clock move to the right. In place of it was a pair of metal doors which slid open. Inside was a small room, lights illuminating the bottom.

With an eyebrow raised and a grin starting to grow on my face, I cautiously stepped into the doors as they closed. I jumped when the room started to move down, and held the wall for support.

Was this an elevator?

My question was answered when the elevator suddenly stopped moving and the hissing sound filled my ears again. I stepped out, and was met with crisp, cold air. I sensed it was a vast room, and before I could think of anything else, the lights flickered on.

My mouth fell open.

"Holy shit."

And I thought the League's space treehouse was cool. No. This was the pinnacle of cool. He even had.. is that a giant dinosaur statue?! I heard small squeaks as everything continued powering on. I looked up and squinted, and right when I saw what the noise was coming from, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"No. Way." I said as I watched the bats flutter around the ceiling.

I slowly took a couple more steps as I came to the center of the cave, and l turned in a full circle to try and get a grasp on what exactly the cave looked like. To be honest I wasn't entirely sure what I expected. I knew there were probably live bats, but other than that, I don't know what I pictured. I mean, is anyone truly ready to experience the essence that is the Batcave?

Oh God.. now I'm getting philosophical.

I walked towards the big computer in the middle of the room, and ran my fingers over the keyboard as I inspected the rest of the room.

It was dark, but the machines and gadgets lit it up. There were several different levels with random gadgets and tables. I was standing on one of the upper levels, and below me was a parking pad. The Batmobile sat there in all is glory, along with a red, yellow, and black colored motorcycle. Several other vehicles lined up with them as well.

Back on the upper floor, there was the computer I stood at, which had smaller screens around it. Glass cases stood to one wall, most of them with different versions of the bat suit, and a couple with Robins.

I snickered as I climbed up to another set of stairs, investigating the different weapons displayed in front of me.

Then I ran off.

* * *

An hour later, I sat up on one of the highest levels of the Batcave, my feet dangling off the edge. I was toying around with a crossbow-looking-thing, my phone playing Back in Black by AC/DC. (I figured it was appropriate considering my current situation) I had grabbed a few fun things: a new grappling gun, some throwing knives, and the keys to a really sweet motorcycle. (Like Robins, but in black. Black is always better.)

"Why do we even go to those things, Bruce?" A voice suddenly rang out from near the elevator. I set the gadget aside and turned off my phone to hear better.

"We're obligated to show up, Dick. If I had a choice, I wouldn't either."

A scoff. "Oh, please! You totally like to go and flirt with that one really pretty lady who always wears black, which doesn't even make sense because neither of you ever actually do anything."

I almost laughed. It seems Selina has found a new play-toy.

"I occasionally interact with her, but it's strictly professional."

"Since when is secretly making out considered, 'professional'?"

I quietly snickered as I stood up and slowly made my way down towards the main computer. "So, Boy Blunder can actually be funny. That's a shocker."

There was silence.

Somebody was not going to be happy.

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OKAYYY HOPEFULLY THIS DIDN'T SUCK??????? KIND OF A BORING CHAPTER??? BUT NEXT CHAPTER SHE GETS TO MEET THE TEAM SOOOOO ITS WORTH IT I GUESS xD Anyways, sorry I haven't updated in a while and thanks for all of the support!!

xo Alexa