[The current cover is just a placeholder and will change] [Blurb updated regularly]
Yvette is an utterly ordinary New York University student.
One day, she discovered that the save file for the game she'd been playing all afternoon had suddenly corrupted. Her save, where she'd just found a diamond mine, was gone! She asked her classmate Peter for help, but he couldn't fix it either, so she set it aside.
The next day, Yvette stared silently at the square oak plank in her hand and the pixelated status bar visible to her left eye.
If you keep building tiny box houses, does that count as a building code violation? She could jump from any height and still survive as long as she landed in water. And what did it have to do with her if monsters knocked themselves unconscious on bedrock?
She was just an ordinary New Yorker.
Yvette often heard people say her brothers were like that billionaire from Gotham.
Let her introduce her family of three.
Little Thomas Wayne. His name was almost identical to that of the Wayne everyone used to know, and as the eldest, he always had the final say at home.
Brucie Wayne. The only thing that might set him apart was his hairstyle.
Then, the day after Yvette inexplicably became one of New York's superpowered weirdos, someone knocked on her door. Standing outside was the billionaire from Gotham everyone was always talking about.
The script was wrong. Of course she wasn't the one who opened the door.
1. Sorry, it's another Batfam story, with the familiar Yve as the protagonist. It's connected to my other story, but that won't affect this one.
2. There will be plenty of serious OOC, personal headcanons, weak writing, all sorts of illogical bits, and my own interpretations. Apologies in advance.
3. Thanks for reading!
Theme: The friends and family we need along life's journey.
