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Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Leyla Yılmaz was only ten years old when she met Bruce Wayne. She still remembered the cold drizzle of that Gotham evening, the way the neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, and the distant sounds of sirens wailing through the city.

She hadn’t been out on the streets for fun. Her father, a brilliant but underappreciated scientist, had been working late at Wayne Enterprises when she got lost in the labyrinth of Gotham’s streets. Too proud to call for help, she wandered until she ended up in Crime Alley—exactly where no one wanted to be.

That’s when the Batman found her.

He was a shadow, a myth she had only heard whispers about. But as he stepped forward, towering over her with his dark silhouette, she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she tilted her head, her curious mind already racing.

“You’re him,” she had said, her Turkish accent still thick but her words confident. “You don’t scare me.”

Batman had crouched slightly, inspecting her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” she admitted, pushing her headphones down to rest around her neck. “I got lost. My dad works for your company.”

A pause. Then, with an unexpected gentleness, he extended his hand. “Let’s get you home, Leyla.”

From that day on, she became something of a little sister to the Batfamily.

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Chapter 2: Genius Among Shadows

By sixteen, Leyla was a force to be reckoned with. She had an intellect that rivaled even Tim Drake’s, a wit that could make Jason Todd grin, and a sense of justice that Bruce respected. She wasn’t a fighter like the others—though Damian had tried to train her, and she could throw a decent punch—but her real power was in her mind.

She hacked into systems faster than Oracle expected. She memorized case files, recognizing patterns even Bruce missed. And all the while, her playlist was her constant companion—The Weeknd’s smooth vocals playing while she decoded encrypted files, Billie Eilish’s haunting melodies drifting through the Batcave, Kendrick Lamar’s sharp lyrics pushing her through all-nighters.

She didn’t just listen—she felt the music.

“You listen to the weirdest mix of stuff,” Jason commented one night, leaning against the Batcomputer.

Leyla grinned, adjusting her hijab as she pulled her knees up onto the chair. “Weird? You should hear my classical music phase. One second, I’m on Beethoven, next thing you know, I’m blasting ‘HUMBLE.’”

Tim smirked. “That’s why you’re an enigma, Yılmaz.”

Bruce, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. “As long as it doesn’t distract you from your work.”

Leyla rolled her eyes. “Please, Bruce. If anything, it makes me better.”

And she proved it.

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Chapter 3: The Night Everything Changed

The night was cold when she first stepped into real danger. She had only been analyzing surveillance footage in the Batcave when an alarm went off—something had gone wrong during a mission with Dick and Damian.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her laptop and hacked into Gotham’s security grids, locating them. A warehouse near the docks—trapped inside with a gang they had underestimated.

“Leyla, stay out of this,” Damian’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Not happening, short stack.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard, overriding the electronic locks. “Doors are open. Five guards outside, two on the rooftop. Move now.”

Dick’s voice came in next. “You’re a lifesaver, kid.”

Bruce stood behind her, watching. When the mission was over, and everyone was safe, he simply nodded.

“You did good.”

Coming from him, that was the highest praise.

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Chapter 4: Faith in the Dark

Through it all, Leyla never lost herself. She prayed five times a day, no matter how chaotic things got. She kept her fast during Ramadan, even when working on cases. She never compromised who she was, even in a city that didn’t always understand.

One night, after a long mission, she found herself on the rooftop of Wayne Manor, staring at the stars. Jason found her there, sitting beside her with a cup of tea he had stolen from Alfred’s stash.

“You ever feel out of place?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

Leyla shrugged. “All the time. But then I remember—I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Jason smirked. “You’re weird, Yılmaz.”

She grinned. “Took you this long to figure that out?”

And with that, Gotham’s brightest mind, the girl with music in her veins and faith in her heart, looked out at the city she had grown to love.

Aleyna Yilmaz {200x400}

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