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summary:
Katie Mahone is a ball of energy and a people person. She is always on the move and may seem like she is disorganized and doesn't pay attention, but she sees more than most people think.
Tim Drake is better with nu...
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KATIE'S POV
I wake up begrudgingly to the sound of my alarm clock. I groan, stretching in my bed before I roll off and place one foot after the other on the floor until I am standing.
The heels of my hands rub my eyes as I yawn before I get up, looking in the mirror.
My hair looked crazy as a result of me not styling it last night because I had to go to the store.
My eyes widen. The store. Red Robin and Nightwing.
Holy chicken whizees.
That was real. I actually met Red Robin and Nightwing last night. And made them coffee.
I shake my head, bewildered before I put my hair up in a high bun, letting some of the curls around my face spill down.
Quickly brushing my teeth and getting dress in Gotham Academy's custom skirt and shirt, I grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder.
I make sure to pocket a few tampons before I leave my room and step out to see the other two people who live here.
"Morning," One of them smiles at me and sets down a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.
"Mornin, Grammy," I say smiling before I look to the other in the room, "Mornin Pops."
"Morning, kid." Pops smiles from his set in the living room; a recliner that I think he would sooner sell the apartment than part with.
"I didn't hear you get in last night. How was your first day?" My grandma asks.
"It was good," I say as I start stuffing my face with food as I realize the time.
I only had 45 minutes to get to school. That seems like a lot, but Gotham is big.
"Good," She nods, her curly gray hair secured out of the way in a bun like mine. Her green eyes look up to me for a moment and she hesitates, "Have you heard from your mother of father?"
I slow down my eating at that before I get up to pour myself some coffee. "No, probably just busy with work. You know how they get." I say trying not to sound like I care too much.
"That's not an excuse, Katherine." She says, her voice hardening, "They should still check up on you." She takes my chin so that I look at her before she kisses my forehead, "You deserve more than that. You deserve at least a call."
"I know." I say, though I'm not sure if I actually do. It's been like this for as long as I can remember. That's why I usually always spent time over at Hazel's for holidays or worked as much as I did. I just needed something to do. "But I can't change that, so it's okay."
