"Don't you forget!!"

"You are my pet!"

In which, you successfully run and they don't want you to go.

NOT ACCURATE TO INITIAL MESSAGE!!

It had been four months. Four very, very long months for both you and the Bat Family. You were sure that missing posters were everywhere in Gotham and a very rich reward on your head from the Wayne Family. What used to be your family. Until they turned all... obsessive. You had a crazy early curfew until they just... stopped letting you go out. You were stuck in the manor all by your lonesome, except for Alfred of course. Even then, the man and his stern words were.. scary. Bruce was probably running himself ragged. Jason and were probably out on patrol every night, Damian was probably ripping a training mannequin to shreds, Barbara and Steph probably teamed up with trackers and digital footprints, Tim was probably stressing over camera files and upping the security of the Manor with fervor, and Cass and Duke probably were switching watching shifts over the Gotham border, watching everyone who went in and out.

It was far too late by then. With some scrounged up cash, some stolen some earned, you had bought yourself your own phone and stuffed it into your bathroom, the only place you knew there were no cameras. Weeks before you ran, you'd already been planning it. You had a job, one that you enjoyed. One in Metropolis. You'd boarded a bus, then a train, then a bus, and then a taxi. And finally, you'd made it to your new apartment. You had stolen cash from Bruce, a crap ton of cash. Never card, you knew they could track that. You only had the clothing on your back that was newly bought in-between bus stops and ditched your old clothes onto a homeless person.

You had hair dye, new clothes waiting for you that you'd bought online with a private account on your phone, and plenty of food stocked already. During those four months, you never left your apartment, instead hiding out until your first day of your new job. A photographer for the Daily Planet.

You were up at 6 in the morning, doing your best to iron out a wrinkle of an outfit that took you 2 hours to pick out last night. By the time you were done, your alarm had gone off twice before you made it out of your room. Grabbing your personal camera and putting it around your neck, you took your time through metropolis taking photos of the people. Of the problems and wonders of the city you now resided in.

What seemed to be an hour or two later, you'd entered the Daily Planet building... only to be assaulted by a coffee. "Oh- shoot-!" A man said, but all you saw was just chest before you fell onto your bottom with a spilt coffee cup in your lap and your shirt drenched with a large brown stain. "Oh gosh- I'm so sorry, here, let me help you-" The man said, reaching out a hand.

As soon as you looked up to reach out for the offered hand, it seemed the man froze. You read his badge to be greeted by 'Clark Kent.' You grunted as the man pulled you up. "Sorry. Oh hey, you're the new hire. I'm Clark. You can call me-.. uh, Clark. Heh." He chuckled at his own mistake before looking you up and down. "Have I seen you before?"

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