Changeling Child

It was such a night—midnight darkness stretched too-thin into a murky dusk—when Janet crossed into Gotham, panting and bleeding. She stumbled, pitched forward onto concrete. The asphalt ripped her stockings and scraped her knee.She had not been wearing stockings before she fell.She had not been wearing a body with knees before she fell.But now she stood, a young woman, human, in a mussed skirt and torn stockings, with a graze on her knee, bleeding red blood, and a ring of perfectly matched pearls hung around her neck.*Changeling Timothy Drake AU, where Gotham borders the land of the Fae.Dark, but in a fairy-tale kind of way.