WARNING: If I see another stupid comment about boob size or foot size I WILL lose my shit! That is all.

"Here. We'll take this, this, oh, and
definitely this!" Mom said, throwing jackets, skirts, pants, dresses, and shirts over her arm, her red head wig swaying as she walked. Mom said that if were seen in public together bad things would happen when we turned into Catwoman and Catgirl. So she was dressed in a beige trench coat, red wig, and cat-eyed sunglasses.

When I asked why I didn't have to dress up she said that since no one knew me because of me being a clone, I had nothing to worry about.

So far we'd already measured me for a bra size and the proud look on my mom's face when she saw my size was very nice... I think. Turns out that at her age she was the same size, a B40. She laughed as she told me I'd have to wear sports bras for a while. I felt like that was supposed to be funny.

"Oh! This is so cute!" She said, picking another shirt off a rack. "There! That should be enough for now. Lets pay and then we'll go on to shoes, socks. How's that sound?" I nodded as we made our way to the cash register. "I'm going to put these in the car and then I'll meet you at the shoes store that's next store. Alright?" Again I nodded and left the store to go to the store next door.

It wasn't a small store, but it wasn't a big store either. Just a store I guess. It was divided into sections. Female and male, then the type of shoes you needed. I was lightly tracing my fingers across the shelves, until my hand accidentally touched someone elses.

I jerked my hand away and held it close to myself. When I turned to see who it was, I was surprised to see that it was a boy around my alleged age. He had black hair, blue eyes, and strong features. "I-I'm sorry." I said. Mom said that I could be myself when we weren't in costume, so WHY was I stuttering?! I don't stutter! At least up until now I haven't so maybe... Gah! Why is this so confusing.

"No, it was my fault, please." I felt heat go into my cheeks a little. This was called blushing I think. When I opened my mouth to say something, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Ruby," It was mom. "I was scared I'd lost you." Then a man Wearing a formal black suit with a grayish-blue tie, came into focus behind the boy I was talking to a moment ago. "Is there a problem?" He asked. His voice was deep and yet held no anger in it. In fact this man was smiling. That's when I realized who he was. Bruce Wayne. His short black hair was sleek and his brown eyes seemed to have a hidden hardness about them. Mom's hand tightened on my shoulder.

"No sir." She said, starting to lead me away. "Now come on Ruby, I found the cutest flats that are to die for!" It took all my strength not to look back at the two men. When we were completely out of their line of sight mom said, "That was close." I gave her a puzzled look. She sighed. "Let's just say that the real me and that man, Mr. Wayne, have a bit of a history together." I didn't know what she meant but I didn't pry anymore.

"So," she clipped her sunglasses to her shirt. "Let's get you some shoes. Then work on a costume for you." I nodded and followed her suit.

It took nearly two hours to find all the shoes mom liked, try them on, and buy them. It was nearly dark when we left. "Mom? Shouldn't we postpone the costume finding till tomorrow?" I asked. Mom just waved her hand in dismission. "Please. This is the perfect time. Come on then, we have to get moving." I sighed and followed. It took is an additional hour to shove everything in the car and get to our mystery location.

"Travis!" Mom called. We were at what looked like an abandoned auto repair shop. "Travis! Come out!" She walked in and tapped the bell on the table. A man around the age of forty popped up behind the desk. His hair was salt and peppered, and he had thickly rimmed glasses.

"Yes love? How may I help you?" His british accent was thick and unmistakable. "Travis I have something that you should see." Mom stepped back to let this Travis guy get a good look at me. His eyes seemed to nearly fall out of his head. "Blimy. Who is she?"

"My daughter. She'll need a costume for a job we're doing next week." My mother put simply.

"Well, what did ya have in mind?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Type three and a half should do nicely but it needs to be in purple and have shorter legs. I can do the rest from that. Oh and her shoes size is an eight." I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about but I trusted her and her decisions when it comes to fashion.

"You got it love. I'll have it ready for you in a second." Then he disappeared behind a door. "So who was he?" I asked. Mom sighed. "He's been supplying me with everything for a few years now. He's like my silent partner." I was about to ask more when Travis came back with a big brown box.

"Here you are." He dropped the box onto the table with a thud. "Ah, your speed is unmatched Travis." Mom said before turning to me. "Take this and try it on." Mom ushered me to a curtain and pushed me in to the small room. I looked at the box and slowly opened it.

I gulped and put out the costume and slowly put it on. It was a purple unitard, but the legs stopped mid thigh. It had no sleeves, and the collar went to the middle of my neck. Under my unitard I wore tights that were tightly knitted and then I put on the purple, knee high heeled boots. After slipping on my gloves I stared at the mask at the bottom of the box.

Before putting on the mask I looked at myself in the mirror. I'd never looked at myself in a mirror before. I had long, curly black hair and big green eyes that had flecks of gold in them. The purple really brought out my porcelain complexion. I then sighed as I put on the mask. It covered just my eyes with white, but it was trimmed in purple. I looked at myself in the mirror next to me, in full view, and almost gasped. I never would have recognized myself if I hadn't known I was me.

"Ruby! Care to come out?" I jumped at my mother's voice. I exited the little space and mom gasped at me. "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" She exclaimed. She gave a triumphant giggle. "Travis, you always know how to make me happy." She gave Travis a side hug and gave me a full hug. "Oh, now put this on." It was a black belt that had multiple pockets. I did as I was asked and mom nodded. "Good. Well, I think we have you an outfit!" She gave a radiant smile.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. "Now, I'm expecting you home no later than two alright." I gave her a questioning look. "I want you have a feel for you costume, and if anything is poky or anything we can fix it. So go on and have some fun in it for a while." I smiled and lept out the window.

It reminded me of when I'd first escaped from Catmus. The hard, cold breeze flowing through my hair. I lept from building to building laughing all the way. To be this free was the most wonderful thing I'd ever experienced. All of my existence up till now has been in a pod or walking in that confined lab, but here, I can smell the open air. It was true bliss.

That is until I heard a scream. It was faint but still there. I landed on the roof of an apartment building and leaned over the side to see into the alleyway. A man had a woman pinned to the wall, a knife at her throat. I could see that his hand was somewhere it definitely should be on a lady. I hissed. The nerve of this man. Just as I was about to spring on him and give him a piece of my mind, two shadows crossed over me.

It was obvious who they were, no doubt it was Robin and Batman. In a flash of shadows the man was disarmed and knocked out in a matter of seconds. Tieing the man up they swooped away with him. I frowned. They'd just left the woman there for any other creep to find her? Really?

I jumped from the roof and landed on my feet. I knelt to be eye level with the woman. "Miss? Miss, are you alright?" I shook her lightly. Her eyes slowly opened and when she saw me her eyes widened.

"Don't touch me!" She shrieked. I backed up a little. "Miss, are you alright?" I asked again. She had ragged breathing and blood shot eyes, she looked like a wreck. "Y-yes, I think so... But what about that man?!"

"Calm down miss. He was dealt with." I held out my hand. "Do you need help up?" I asked. With shaking hands she grabbed my hand I helped her to her feet. "Excuse me, but I must go, can you make it home alright?" She gave a shaky nod and gave a firm nod back before pouncing back up to the roof on the nearest building. I watched as she walked down the street and into a small house. I sighed. How could the people this city calls heros just leave this innocent woman in the street.

I started my way back to mom's, hopefully she could shed some light on what I saw.

"Mom, I'm back." I announced as I crawled through the window. No response. "Mom?" Where was she? I heard a groan from the couch and I gave a soft giggle. There she was curled up on the couch.

I guess my questions could be answered in the morning.