Chris
Name: Chris
Powers: He can make things into gold just by touching them.
Backstory:
Chris was born into a theaving gang and quickly learned how to pick locks and keep a low profile. When his powers manifested, the gang only used him to make things into gold then sell it. They did not share the profit they got from the gold and often manipulated him to stay with them because they said it was all for the team. Chris wanted to show his worth in a different way other than his powers so he decided to break into Wayne Manor.
Chris slips through the night to Wayne Manor. He was able to get by the security system by using some equipment that the gang had. Chris’s stealth and acrobatic skills were not fully developed so he did have more of a non stealthy break in of Wayne Manor. Just grab a few things. ‘That will prove that I am so much better than they think I am.’ Chris thought to himself. ‘This will work because I deserve to be part of the team.’
It was 7:30 in Gotham city. The sun had come and gone for the people but not for The Batman. Bruce Wayne on the other hand had already decided that he would be taking tonight off. With Nightwing and Damian taking over for tonight, The Batman could take a night to be Bruce Wayne.
‘That window is open. I could slide in without making a sound.’ Chris came up to the window, looked inside then slipped into the pitch black room. “I’m glad I waited for a new moon. This room would have been filled with moonlight on a different night.” He thought.
Chris started to pocket items left and right but his actions woke up the one man that decided to take a night off.
Bruce woke rather suddenly but did not hear any alarms or any alerts from the team. He sat up and saw an outline of a person in his room. He turned the light on and jumped out of bed in one quick motion.
Chris, startled by the swift action, grabbed a sword off the wall. Chris did not know how to yield the weapon but it was the best thing he could think of.
The two stared at each other for a moment with Bruce analyzing the young teen. Chris stands there in fright then suddenly the sword he was holding turns into gold. Chris drops it in shock.
Bruce not wasting a second of Chris’s confusion, he quickly restrains Chris to the floor.
“No wait, I was… didn’t know you were here. I wasn’t coming to hurt you.” Chris tries to say after being put on the ground. “Please man.”
“What’s the noise Bruce?” A voice from the hallway says. Bruce and Chris both look to the hallway and then to the girl standing in the doorway. The open door brings light from the hallway. Chris could have sworn that the light was coming from the girl instead of the hallway from his angle. ‘Perhaps this crazy man gave me more of a concussion than I thought.’ Chris thought to himself.
“Bruce is that really necessary? He’s just a kid. I would have told you if there was danger.”
“You got a lot of nerve coming here on my off day.” Bruce says to Chris letting him go from his hold.
“Bruce back off. He’s just doing it to prove himself.” The girl smiled at Chris “Chris do you need help?”
“I never told you my name…” Chris looks at her confused and backs away. “How? I mean, are you like one of those mind readers?”
“That's one of the easier explanations so yes. I can read your mind. Much to the discomfort of my friend.” The girl looked at Bruce and chuckled slightly. The girl then looked back at Chris.“Chris, I want to make it perfectly clear right now. I’m not here to punish you. I knew you were coming here. I want to help you build a new life. You came to this house to steal. I want to bring you somewhere you will never have to steal. There is a school for gifted children. We teach you how to control your powers and give you a safe home.”
He hesitated, uncertain of what to make of the situation. Could he trust these people, especially all he'd been through with his gang? Yet, there was something in the girl's eyes that spoke of sincerity, he had seen sincerity faked but this seemed real.
"I... I don't know what to say," Chris stammered, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and hope. "Why would you want to help me? I... I don't deserve it."
The girl's expression softened. "Everyone deserves a chance at redemption, Chris. We've all made mistakes, I want to bring you back to your childhood. You are only a kid."
Bruce, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up. "She's right, Chris. Gotham is full of darkness. If you're willing to leave behind your past, she can help you find a new path."
Chris swallowed hard, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. For years, he had been used and manipulated, but now, he found himself between his old life and the possibility of something different. Were these people telling the truth?
"Okay," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll... I'll come with you. Can I know your name?" Something dawned on him as soon as he said that.”My gosh why am I really considering this? I don't even know your name!”
The girl came up to calm him and she took his hand. “It's ok. It's ok. My name is Daisy.”
"Daisy," Chris repeated her name, letting the syllables roll off his tongue. “I’m getting the feeling that I’m not the only kid at this school that you are talking about. Just tell me straight up, do I have to share a room?”