What if Damian found out he had a older sister he never knew about? How will he react? Will he help her, or leave her to flee from what's left of the league of assassins? There is a little of spitfire.( Artemis and. Wally)
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Nervously I toyed with my curled hair with one hand, the other holding a bouquet of roses. I press the doorbell to Wayne manor and I could have sworn I stopped breathing. The door opens revealing a surprised Alfred.
"I'm uh...not dead. Surprise. '' I stutter a dark blush fighting its way onto my face.
"Yes, it does appear that way, doesn't it Miss Ashley?" Alfred confirmed as he holds the door open. I walk in with a sheepish grin. I think I missed Alfred the most when I was stuck in the fields of punishments.
"Shall I prepare them, Miss Ashley?'' Alfred asks as I walk inside.
"Uh.. yeah. I would greatly appreciate it. " I reply, flashing a nervous smile.
Nervously, I walk into the room. My face had a slightly forced smile on it as I walk into the room, still holding the roses. Almost everyone's jaws dropped when they saw me. It was probably the fact that I'm wearing a dress.
''H-hi. I'm..uh..not dead. Sorry if I disappointed anyone." I joke. From the glares I got, I quickly understood I had made the joke to soon. Man, I time my jokes worst than Dean Winchester does, I think to myself.
"Too soon?" I ask while wincing.
" Yeah, five seconds too soon, Dean j.r." Dick says as he rolls his eyes.
"Well, at least ghosts find me funny." I complain. "If you need me, I'll be catching up on the episodes I missed."
