And that's the weather for today in wonderful Gotham City!

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The family was brutally killed their bodies were inside the house when it was burned to the ground. Only one person in the family survived the daughter, Olivia. She has refused to do a press meeting but we know she is in the hospital with horrible burns. The police suspect…

Olivia turned off the television, tilting her head forward slightly as some tears fell down the side of her cheek and dripped off her chin. Her brown hair, tied in to a braid brushed against her arms. She hated it hated, hated, hated it! It wasn't fair! Why did she have to be alive why her family was dead?

It couldn't even be counted as alive really she thought as she looked at her arms. Horrible scared, but her arms. They looked like a small child took a pink and red crayon and scribbled up and down her arms; from wrist to the middle of her forearm on the left and shoulder to elbow on her right.

Olivia had dark brown shoulder length hair her face and what was left of her "pure" un-scarred skin she had pale ivory skin and grass green eyes. She had a fair face all in all, she had dark circles under her eyes too but that was because she wasn't sleeping.

"Olivia?"

She glanced over to the door in her hospital room, and inwardly groaned. It was Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith was a lady who worked for the foster care program for the city, and she had been nagging Olivia day and night for her to join the program. Olivia refused by a simple nod and ever since then she had come back. Every. Single. Day.

Mrs. Smith walked in and made herself at home wearing a purple suit as always. Olivia always thought she looked like a plum, if she ever wore blue she would have looked like a blueberry. Olivia thought inwardly laughing.

"I got some new news that you might find interesting!" she smiled excitedly. "Harvey Dent is going to be in this room! Right in here with you!"

Olivia just stared at her.

Mrs. Smith sighed and rolled her eyes. "You know this is childish! You can't go on for the rest of your life not talking just because you don't feel like it. For goodness sakes this is poppy-cock!" She glanced at the clock and gasped "O dear, I'm late sorry dear but I have to leave now" And with that Mrs. Smith bounced up and hurried out the door.

Olivia looked around her room it was large for a hospital she guessed, and the other bed that was in her room was bound to be occupied sooner or later while she was trapped here. She knew that Harvey Dent was working for the D.A., but why would he need to stay in the hospital. He must have a really bad burn for him to be in the emergency burn unit.

She didn't want to move… She didn't want to talk or live or…anything really. Her head flopped to the side so she was staring at the bed across the room, imagining the great and majestic Harvey Dent there. She wondered if he would talk to her, or even notice her, if he would have visitors that would come and try and talk to her… She feel asleep thinking about it…

Authors Note - I have to many stories going on..... Im gonna start getting threats if i dont update my other stories xD lol

well its a start

and a insight

:D look forward to a joker in a skirt next chapy