Post by karis on Jul 13, 2011 1:37:14 GMT -5
“I feel so different, so powerful in this suit…” Karis said from behind her mask. Her suit was finally done and Bruce had yet to find out that there was any equipment missing from the basement. She felt horrible for stealing from a really good friend but she could pay him back. She could just copy the things that she would need for her suit and replace the original. Her major at Gotham Uni was engineering. She could make this stuff and more but right now she didn’t have the resources. Ashley her butler, came inside the room looking over her suit. He knew her secret, but her Grandmother had no idea.
She was a psychologist after all, she would deem Karis had lost her mind. “Miss. Cartier, we must be leaving. Your paper is in the car with your coffee and bagel.” He told her. Karis smiled at him before turning to look in the mirror to her left. Thankfully, her estate had a danger room. She kept everything that she needed in there for her “nights out” on the town. She undressed and got into a pants suit and put her hair up in a bun. “Ready, Ashley…” She called from her room, trotting down the stairs excitedly.
Ever since the surgery that allowed her to walk, she had just been so much happier. She could walk! But she would have to keep that a secret for just a little bit longer. If Bruce found out, he would most likely be hurt that she lied but needed to do this. It was the perfect guise for being KopyKat. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she slipped on her plain black heels, she stopped when she got to the door. Right there in front of the door, was her wheelchair, in his sleek black color.
She paused for a second and stared at it, she didn’t want to have to be in that thing all day but what choice did she have? She sighed and pushed it out of her house. “There is no dignified way to get out of the car in a wheelchair. “ She told Ashley as he shot her a scolding look for not being in it. The Cartier estate was on the outskirts of Gotham but still within city limits. She was mostly surrounded by woods and roads no one ever came down.
She slid into the car as her butler closed the door. He packed the wheelchair into the trunk then got in himself, driving into Gotham. The newspaper today had a story on the Cartier museums that her family owned. “Listen to this: Paraplegic Karis Cartier, only heiress to the Cartier museums is now working for Wayne Enterprises as humanitarian Bruce Wayne’s assistant.” Karis read aloud and scoffed. The papers were always trying to pin Bruce and Karis against each other because of their status. Personally, they couldn’t get any closer but people believed what they wanted.
The car pulled up to Wayne Enterprises and Ashley helped Karis into her wheelchair. “Hello Artie…” Karis greeted the doorman as held the door open for her. She thanked god that the wheelchair was motorized or her arms would be sore all the time. She got into the elevator and got out on the usual floor. There was only one office up here. Bruce’s. Which was too big for his own good. After, making grade-A coffee and grabbed the newspaper she went into Bruce’s office.
“Have you seen our numbers this morning? They’re up two points since last week. That’s pretty good.” She told him meaning their stock. “Also, you have a 9:30 with a Ricardo Atlas. He’s been trying to get a hold of you all week and with your sudden disappearances of late, I just scheduled so you’re going to have to make time for it. We’ve been invite to a charity event in Metropolis also.” She told him showing him the invitation. “Don’t worry, I already declined. I’m sure you can think of a good lie when the mayor asks. It was in support of Bill 7, that sin tax bill, I didn’t think you’d approve so I told his assistant you couldn’t make it.” Karis smiled and handed him his coffee.
“Good Morning Brucie” She teased. "Have you heard about this Joker person? He's all over the papers and apparently some winged crusader tried to stop the breakout in Arkham. I think its pretty noble, don't you?"
She was a psychologist after all, she would deem Karis had lost her mind. “Miss. Cartier, we must be leaving. Your paper is in the car with your coffee and bagel.” He told her. Karis smiled at him before turning to look in the mirror to her left. Thankfully, her estate had a danger room. She kept everything that she needed in there for her “nights out” on the town. She undressed and got into a pants suit and put her hair up in a bun. “Ready, Ashley…” She called from her room, trotting down the stairs excitedly.
Ever since the surgery that allowed her to walk, she had just been so much happier. She could walk! But she would have to keep that a secret for just a little bit longer. If Bruce found out, he would most likely be hurt that she lied but needed to do this. It was the perfect guise for being KopyKat. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she slipped on her plain black heels, she stopped when she got to the door. Right there in front of the door, was her wheelchair, in his sleek black color.
She paused for a second and stared at it, she didn’t want to have to be in that thing all day but what choice did she have? She sighed and pushed it out of her house. “There is no dignified way to get out of the car in a wheelchair. “ She told Ashley as he shot her a scolding look for not being in it. The Cartier estate was on the outskirts of Gotham but still within city limits. She was mostly surrounded by woods and roads no one ever came down.
She slid into the car as her butler closed the door. He packed the wheelchair into the trunk then got in himself, driving into Gotham. The newspaper today had a story on the Cartier museums that her family owned. “Listen to this: Paraplegic Karis Cartier, only heiress to the Cartier museums is now working for Wayne Enterprises as humanitarian Bruce Wayne’s assistant.” Karis read aloud and scoffed. The papers were always trying to pin Bruce and Karis against each other because of their status. Personally, they couldn’t get any closer but people believed what they wanted.
The car pulled up to Wayne Enterprises and Ashley helped Karis into her wheelchair. “Hello Artie…” Karis greeted the doorman as held the door open for her. She thanked god that the wheelchair was motorized or her arms would be sore all the time. She got into the elevator and got out on the usual floor. There was only one office up here. Bruce’s. Which was too big for his own good. After, making grade-A coffee and grabbed the newspaper she went into Bruce’s office.
“Have you seen our numbers this morning? They’re up two points since last week. That’s pretty good.” She told him meaning their stock. “Also, you have a 9:30 with a Ricardo Atlas. He’s been trying to get a hold of you all week and with your sudden disappearances of late, I just scheduled so you’re going to have to make time for it. We’ve been invite to a charity event in Metropolis also.” She told him showing him the invitation. “Don’t worry, I already declined. I’m sure you can think of a good lie when the mayor asks. It was in support of Bill 7, that sin tax bill, I didn’t think you’d approve so I told his assistant you couldn’t make it.” Karis smiled and handed him his coffee.
“Good Morning Brucie” She teased. "Have you heard about this Joker person? He's all over the papers and apparently some winged crusader tried to stop the breakout in Arkham. I think its pretty noble, don't you?"