Six Years Earlier
"My name is Brooke Jackson. I am 9 years old. I live… I live in America. My parents are…" I look around. I see the names Bruce and Natalie.
"And your parents are…" The policeman asks
"Bruce and Natalie Jackson. We've had a fight so I'm letting some steam off," I say, smiling my innocent smile.
"You do realise that this is a sealed off building?" The policeman asks. I shake my head.
"No officer. I've been coming here for years," I say. I look around for an escape route. I don't want to be here, talking to this cop. I need to get out of here.
"Do you know anything about this girl?" He asks, bringing out a photo of me shoplifting from last week.
"Um no sir," I say, shaking my head "Apparently there are 7 people who look almost the same as you. Don't know if that's true. That or my parents didn't tell me I didn't have an identical twin sister,"
"Thanks for your time Miss. Sorry to bother you," The copper says "Now stay away from this building, it's not safe for someone like you," The copper leaves the abandoned building. I sigh. Finally. I never thought he'd go. Guess I better move on. Can't get caught here again.
Two Years Earlier
The Guys in White were chasing me. They had been on my tail since I broke into their facility when I was Ten. Who knew someone could hold a grudge for three years? You seen the G.I.W are a government funded program for studying the supernatural and other weird stuff. They mainly studied ghosts from what they called "The Ghost Zone" but they always had time for a teenaged girl with water powers. This time however they weren't just chasing after me. There was another kid. A preteener with white hair and green eyes. He wore a black hazmat suit.
"Stupid Guys in White," He muttered "Can't they tell I'm trying to save Amity Park?"
"Stupid Guys in White," I mutter at the same time "Now I'll miss another paycheck because of them," We both glared at each other. It was his fault I was caught. I was just doing a job for the local street king so I can pass through this junk of a town. He wanted me to steal some fancy gadget that he would pay me for. It was a big lot of money for a street kid but I didn't care where he got it from but money is money. If he hadn't spotted me and came after me, he wouldn't have set of the traps and security. We turned left. I cursed myself when I saw that it was a dead end. Luckily for me there was a ladder up the wall. The bad news? It was strong enough for one person. By now, the G.I.W had pushed both me and the kid against the wall. I was closest to the ladder. We both locked eyes once more. He was thinking the same thing. I quickly grab the ladder rung and start climbing. Once both my feet have left a rung, it breaks.
"Survival of the fittest kid," I tell the kid "It's just the way we street kids roll,"
Six Months Later
I sit behind a cardboard box as the local street king and his goons start beating up a defenceless kid. He's younger than me; maybe 10 years old at the least. I knew Gotham City wasn't the best place to stay the night. I knew Gotham City was overridden with bad guys, good guys and the inbetweeners. I knew Gotham City's street kids were notorious but there was no other way to get to Amity Park.
"That's it," I tell myself "I don't care about the code. That kid is getting pretty beat," I get out of my hiding spot and jump in front of the kid.
"Run kid, run," I tell him. He starts running. Soon he's nowhere in sight. I got beat pretty bad but it was worth it. What I didn't know was that someone was watching me from the shadows
A Week Later
I was sitting on a bench eating a churro. It wasn't much but it was all I could get. The reason I was still in Gotham was that the Street King wouldn't let me though for another month because I had let his prey get away. A boy, no younger than 11 came up to me.
"I was told to give you this," He says "Be there or else," He runs off. On my lap sits a paper note. Met me on the rooftop of the police station. Rooftops are fine. But on top of a police station? Is Gotham's Street King crazy? I smile to myself. Maybe I wouldn't be need to stay here any longer.
I sit on the roof, waiting. Something lands on the roof.
"About time," I huff "I could really do getting out of this city,"
"I think we all know that you need a place to settle down," A voice says "Brooke," The voice isn't that of a Street King. Or a street kid for that matter.
"How did you know my name?" I ask, not moving.'
"It's easy to find records. You've broken into a government funded facially twice. You've got shoplifting records from pretty much every state and you're a pretty fierce fighter," Another voice said. I smirk.
"I suppose it is when you put it that way," I say "So what do you want,"
"I want you to become my second protege," The second voice said, stepping into the light. I recognize him from my other visits to Gotham.
"Batman is it?" I ask "Are you sure it's okay with your other protege?" Another figure stepped into the light. Robin.
"Sure it is. I was the actually the one who wanted you on the team," He says "You were brave standing up for that kid.
"Yeah. Well I did it for someone who I didn't stand up for," I say, putting my hood up "And you're right Robin, I do want to settle down. And I guess Gotham is as good as any,"