Disclaimer: I do not own Batman Beyond. Wished I did though.
Warnings: OC, future romance that might offend some people.
A/N: First Batman Beyond Story but this story has been revolving around my mind for at least a while. Just decided to add some things in and take some times out. This is my first chapter. Not normally how I would start a fic, but this is the first fic I have written in a while.
Prologue: The McGinnis Twin
It had been a long time since she was last back in Gotham. As she neared the city of where she was born, Tracey McGinnis felt the heavy pressure of the crime lowered itself onto her shoulders. Ever since she was young, Tracey knew the city of Gotham was not a safe place. It was a city where the weak were pushed down while the strong fight to survive day by day. The moment a chance was given to her, she left the city as soon as possible. She left the city for a chance of life but in return, she turned her back on her parents who were planning to divorce, the little brother who she knew barely remembered who she was, and the troubled twin brother who needed her most.
An unbidden tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of her twin brother. Out of all her family members, Terry McGinnis was the one she missed most. He was her twin brother, her second half if she had to get all lovey dovey about it. When one of the twins was unhappy, the other twin would feel the unhappiness deep within their hearts, no matter how far or how happy they might be. Terry went through hell, Tracey knew. During the two years after she left, Tracey had to handle her own confused emotions as well as the presence of hatred, annoyance, and depression that was her twin.
Tracey knew that Terry blamed a part of his time in Juvenile on her. She could have tried harder to prevent their parents from divorcing; she could have tried harder to bare the tension within the house. But she couldn't, she was too weak to stay in Gotham. She had to get out, no matter who she had to hurt getting out.
With her genetics as well as her parents' intelligence, Tracey drew the lucky straw when it came to IQ. Not to say her brother was stupid, Terry has his own smarts. Yet it was nothing like Tracey's. She learned at an incredible rate and she matured at a faster rate then many other children her age. That was how she noticed the inevitable divorce before her siblings did. That was how she noticed the anger and rage starting to grow within her brother. She couldn't stay. If she did, if it wasn't the tension between parents or children to parents, the anger from Terry would have destroyed her. So it was her decision to apply for an out of city-university, a university that she chose on her own, that was her prayer out of the city.
By the time the divorce came through, Tracey was decided to go with their father. However she had other plans, she was going to university, early due to her near perfect scores on the GAT. She knew she was running away from her problems, which was all she knew how to do back then. Terry was the one who would charge in to fight. Tracey was the one who would run away unless forced to stand up and face the hardship.
That was the reason why she was on a train on her way home to Gotham now. She didn't want to return. Of course, she missed her family. They were her closest relatives as well as the people who she grew up with. However, if it was a choice between her freedom and the tension and pain at home, she would rather pick her freedom. She knew she was a horrible person. She also knew she was a horrible daughter. If it wasn't because of her father's death, Tracey might not have returned back to Gotham City. She might have forever remained missing from the lives of her siblings, of her mother, living a life with only the name McGinnis to tie her back to the broken family back in Gotham.
The gloomy skies of Gotham City loomed in the near distance. With the darkened clouds and eerie buildings, Tracey started to toy with her phone. It was a bad habit of her's, one she learned from her father. She looked around the train and her attention was immediately caught on a couple sitting nearby. There was nothing strange with the two; they were the average general boy-girl couple people would usually see together. Seeing the naturalness between the two sent a pang of envy into her heart. It wasn't just the tension between her parents or the hidden rage in her brother that kept her away. There was another reason she never told anyone before. It was a secret that she might keep to her grave, if Fate allows it.
A rolling thundercloud was heard hovering over Gotham, foreshadowing the dark path Tracey will be walking soon.
Please review, I want to know if I should continue this or not. Most likely I would still continue, but I would rather see some results of my writing.