No love interests - He leaned back on his chair, his arms covered his eyes, before lifting them into the air in frustration and excitement, "my family is cursed." He let in a small smile and a tear slip and whispered, "I have a little sister." A blo...
The next morning Kim gradually got up, alert at the new unknown room she was in. Slowly, her memories returned to her, she assumed the room was a spare bedroom in their house. "Troublesome brother," she said, laying back down but having difficulties in sleeping. Groggily she got up and checked the clock, 6 am. 6 fucking am. She groaned loudly into the pillow not wanting to wake the others up.
Finally, she got out of bed and changed her clothes. Probably prepared by Jason, her clothes were stored inside her motorcycle. Changing her top, her mask, wig, and gloves, she now wore red vans high tops, holsters and pants, fingerless gloves, a brown leather jacket, and a loose flannel shirt under it.
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Opening the door, she found herself in a long corridor. This is massive, she thought to herself. Curious she walked down the hall, not ever letting her guard down just in case. She walked through the corridor, windows showed a large beautiful garden, she couldn't help but be impressed, "wow."
She finally found a staircase to a really large open space, still inside the mansion. Opening random doors she walked in exploring. The smell of food hit her nose, her instinctively following. She entered a room which seemed to be the dining room, walking past it as there wasn't any food she entered the kitchen. There stood an old man wearing an apron.
"Good morning Miss. Kim," said the British old man wearing a butler's outfit, "I'm Alfred the butler of the Wayne family."
She bowed and then recognized him, "yes, good morning. And thank you for patching me up the other night."
"My pleasure, Miss. Kim," he gave her a soft grandpa adoring his grandchildren smile.
Jaylin was not pleased by the use of 'Miss', "name's Jaylin. Jaylin Only."
"It was my pleasure to help 'Jaylin only'."
"Jaylin," she tried to correct.
"Miss. Jaylin."
"Jaylin," she tried again.
"Of course Miss."
"You're hard," it was true, she got the staff members to quit calling her 'boss' but only a few remained.
The old butler was amused, he wouldn't let it show though, "I'll take that as a compliment."
An idea popped up, he's grandpa old. "Please? Just call me Jaylin, no honorifics?" She asked sending him the ultimate weapon, puppy dog eyes. "I'm not gonna give up, I'm stubborn."
"I don't doubt you are Miss. Jaylin."
Jaylin pouted, yes pouted. "It makes me feel bad someone older is calling me with honorifics, or at least please don't use it often." Guilt-tripping works every time.
Alfred sighed. He was a victim of many puppy dog eyes. He would be able to resist the boys but girls were harder. He could see mischief in her eye. He caved in, "all right then. It was my pleasure Jaylin." Alfred watched as the young adult jumped in glee. "Would you like to help?" He suggested, not thinking if it would lead to disaster.
