Okay so, this fic has already been uploaded before, by myself under a different account name, because I forgot the password to the account and couldn't be bothered to do it again, so I made this account. This is my first (sorta second) fic on here, so be nice.
-Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Alexis, Charlotte, Matt and any other OC's you see in this. But I wish I owned Crane.
~chapter 1~
You walk out of your bedroom; hair ruffled and sleep still coaxing your eyes closed. Stepping into the kitchen, the cold from the open windows chilling your near bare skin (its summer so you're wearing a tank top with a pair of pyjama shorts and slippers) you find your way to the kettle and flick the switch. Pushing your hair out of your eyes you freeze when a cough from behind interrupts you, turning; you look to your left.
He's standing there face already painted into a smile and eyes full of excitement. "Have you uhh, forgotten what day it isss" he smiles and you frown.
"It's Monday" you reply
There is a sudden burst of laughter from behind your dad, you crane your neck slightly to get a better look, there they are, his 'puppets' as you call them, all sitting around your kitchen table with clown masks in their laps laughing their heads off at you. There are about ten of them. Your dad sighs and rolls his eyes, turning to face them, he's shouting again so you block all the noise out, a technique you have managed to master over the years whenever he shouts or you're scared or there is too much going on in the world around you so you just curl up and block out the noise, watching the chaos erupt around you silently, like looking through a window, you're in your world, your silent world and you are watching them in their world, you are apart from them and you don't have to be scared.
Something catches your eye; he's holding something behind his back.
It's a school bag.
It's Monday.
Your first day back at school in five years.
You're screwed.
"shit" you mumble, the sound from the world coming back to you, he turns and faces you, his puppets sitting silently behind him, he holds out the bag to you, smile growing ever bigger and eyes twinkling.
"You don't wanna be late now, do ya sweetheart?" he winks and you just shake your head, smiling at him.
"Of course not father" you mock, sarcasm dripping off your words "I need an education in drama and media for a life of crime" you smile sweetly as he raises an eyebrow at you.
You take the plain black messenger bag out of his outstretched hand and study it.
Raising both your eyebrows you nod "you have done well" you smile. When you first found out you were going to go back to school and that he was going to go out and buy your stuff you specifically ordered him to get a nice bag.
"Could do with a bit of a… make over" you say, holding the bag out to study it
"well you do that in your room then, daddy's got a bit of uhh… business to get on with" he say's and you just nod.
You are walking out of the room when you stop, roll your eyes and turn around and walk back into the kitchen, you reach the spot you were just standing in and another cough interrupts you, you turn again and he is slumped back in the head chair around the table, staring at you with his hands open, a pose that say's 'what are you doing back here'. You have learned from past experience that immediately dis-obeying his rules can lead to punishment. But that has never stopped you.
You shrug "what, I'm grabbing a biscuit, I haven't eaten in like forever" making your way over to the side you hear him talking to you again.
"What about the food I made you yesterday?"
You scoff "oh was that what it was?" you then walk out of the kitchen, cookie in hand and puppets laughing at their master behind you.
Today was gonna be interesting.
Especially as you are only going to school to spy on the Bruce Wayne's daughter. Not for actual education. You wouldn't stoop that low. Smiley face.