"WHAT THE FUDGE?"
That was Sierra's greeting to her Gotham apartment.
She breathed in.
"Lemme explain. The-"
"NOOOOOOOOOO YOU'RE ALL OVER THE FUDGING NEWS!!! They're calling you the new hero. You better thank wizard God that, that camera guy could get close enough to see your face Sierra Izabella Bowen!" Mrs.Bowen yelled.
"Well now you can't blame me 'cause the whole buildings just heard your little....vent."
Mrs.Bowen sighed realizing her daughter was correct.
A loud knocking came from the door.
"If that's the press I'll tell him-"
"That he's a f-"
"WATCH YOU MOUTH!"
Sierra smirked.
Mrs.Bowen answered the door. She instantly took a large step back at the sight of the Dark Knight.
"Hello Mrs.Bowen." He said.
"Uh Hi."
"May I speak with Sierra?"
"Oh my god what did she sell you?"
"May I speak with her?" He repeated.
"S-Sure."
Before she could call for her daughter, Sierra had walked into the foyer, eyes widened.
"Hello Sierra."
"Heyyy...."
"Is this you?" He asked holding up the printed picture of her blowing the terror twins a mile back.
"...yeah."
"Come with me."
"WOH! where the lorota, fudge are you taking her?"
"She could prove to be very useful to our new covert mission team made up of teenagers such as the Justin League's proteges." He explained.
"AWESOME!" Sierra excalimed looking to her mother.
"Oh. get out of here." She said with a smile.

Riding in the Bat-mobile was resfriador, refrigerador then Sierra imagined.