It had been a typical day during the month of January. Snow blanketed the cold streets and sidewalks of Gotham City. The sky had been filled with gray clouds with the sun scarcely glowing from behind them. It was perfect for Dawn Kingston who enjoyed the restful slumber of the earth. She saw the beauty in the gloomy atmosphere and savored the quiet moments where it allowed her to contemplate the following day's events.
It seemed to be a ordinary morning when the girl walked to her school. She was clad in a black hooded sweatshirt with flaming wings upon the back, hip hugger gray pants, and black leather boots. Her hair being dyed to an electric blue with black streaks and fashioned into pig tails. Upon her back had been a new backpack filled with the necessary textbooks. A smile emerged while the boots crunched the snow from beneath her feet, leaving tracks behind her upon entering Gotham High's parking lot.
The peaceful silence had been broken by the sound of squeaking metal echoing from across the parking lot. At first, the sound annoyed her since it interrupted her peaceful mood. After a few more moments of listening to the odd rhythm, she became intrigued by it and followed the echo in order to investigate. Once she approached closer to it, the girl could hear the sound of orgasmic moans and rocketing springs repeating their rhythm. Someone is having morning sex in their car? she wondered while raising a brow. A wicked grin emerged at the thought of catching a teacher at their moment of being uninhibited people instead of the professional drones that most students have known. Dawn entered the sound's vicinity and widened her eyes to see a dark red Geo compact car rocking back and forth upon its wheels in a fast pace. Isn't that Mrs. Dawson's car? she wondered again. Its windows were covered by a white fog and she could see a humanoid figure standing upon its limbs in the backseat and thrusting its pelvic region.
A metaphorical light bulb had activated within Dawn's mind and thought, This act is to be documented so this will be blackmailing evidence against a teacher. They have been nothing but shit heads. Oh, revenge will be mine! The wicked grin became a sinister smile while removing her cell phone from a pocket, activated its video camera feature, and began to record the scandalous event. A loud moan resounded from inside the car followed by a large hand that smacked against a passenger window with a light thud. The sudden motion surprised her yet satisfying since the hand had smeared a portion of the fog from the glass which allowed her to record a clear image. She observed the two lovers to be Mrs. Olivia Dawson and Tyson Kirkpatrick being completely nude and engaging in sexual intercourse. The blond young man had the older brown haired woman beneath him with her legs wrapped around his hips.
Dawn departed from her observing spot and insured to stay out of their sight while stifling wicked laughter. Her past times of being sent to the principal's office had allowed her to memorize to two important cellular telephone numbers, the ones of principal and Britney Fisher. She wanted to have Dawson be punished by the principal and report to Britney since Tyson was her supposed boyfriend and wanted her to suffer. In the midst of crouching behind a truck's wheel and body, she sent this poignant footage to their devices and thought, Let the mayhem begin!
Five minutes had passed since the sending of the messages and Dawn had walked casually to her first period Biology class. At the moment of claiming her seat and desk, an announcement spoke from an intercom upon the wall. "Mrs. Dawson and Tyson Kirkpatrick, report to the principal's office immediately! School is hereby dismissed for the day!" the angry transmitted voice blared. Her eyes widened and joined the ecstatic students' cheers while they ran out of the classroom. The hallways were flooded with youthful joy and unruly celebration. Papers were tossed about in the air in the manner of confetti, shaving cream had been indiscriminately sprayed upon random students, and screams of excitement echoed against the walls.
After taking her leave of the celebration and stepping out into the parking lot, Dawn took notice of Britney who sat upon the entrance steps crying and being surrounded by cheerleaders who consoled her. "How could he do this to me?" she howled between sobs. Dawn walked past the group, hoping to be unnoticed by them. "YOU!" Britney roared. She froze in her tracks and turned to face the upset and bitter girl. "Yeah?" she asked casually. "This is your doing, isn't it?" Britney demanded. "Just what am I accused of?" she asked again, appearing bewildered. "You sent that, didn't you?" Britney shouted. "Sent what? I don't have time for your shit." Dawn said and walked away from the group.
She could hear thundering footsteps from behind her and immediately turned round to punch Britney in the face who had her fists raised with the intent of attacking her. After being in the Joker's captivity, it had heightened Dawn's combative skills and reflexes. "I'm going to so kill you!" Britney yelled while having her face glowing crimson. As much as Britney attempted to intimidate Dawn, she could only laugh at this pathetic act and said mockingly, "Is the drama queen throwing a royal temper tantrum?" This small and dainty young woman had been equal to a yapping Chihuahua dog compared to Joker who was a tall muscular man and fierce as a Doberman Pinscher. Her past conflicts with him had made her a fearless fighter and she stood calmly before Britney who had continued to be angry despite her bleeding nose.
Britney sprang toward her with the hands reaching for Dawn's hair. She shoved the aggravated girl to ground who fell upon her buttocks and this time kicked harshly kicked her in the stomach. Britney bawled childishly while curling into a fetal ball while crying louder. "Get over yourself." Dawn said coldly and spat on her face. She looked to the frightened cheerleaders who ran fearfully at the moment she glared upon them.
It was a brief school day which had been scandalous, exciting, and slightly chaotic. Dawn had assumed that tomorrow will be a nicer day, sadly the next day will be pure misery.
Meanwhile, in the principal's office, the lovers of the parking lot had stood before Mr. Washington's desk. "Mrs. Olivia Dawson, you have brought shame to this school. This violation will not be tolerated under my supervision. You do know that your lovemaking is a felony! We can not have students thinking that it is easy to manipulate teachers with carnal lust. You are hereby stripped of your duties as a teacher. Our hall monitor will escort you from school grounds, immediately!" Mr. Washington said with an ire of professionalism and stern anger. Mrs. Dawson departed from the office silently, while staring at the ground and having a few stray tears trickle from the corners of eyes, wearing a sullen expression on her face.
The principal had turned his attention to Tyson who immediately became frightened, anticipating a chastisement or a punishment to be placed upon him. The boy said quickly, "Look, Mr. W. She seduced me and could not help myself…" He had been cut off by the angry man who said, "It does not matter who seduced who, young man! What you have done was wrong and you will never play football again! You will be suspended for two weeks! Your parents will be immediately contacted and have them escort you to your home." Tyson stormed out of the office and slammed the door upon exiting the room.
Mr. Washington reclined in his tall swivel chair to release a heavy sigh and began to stare at the ceiling to calm himself. He turned to his desktop computer which had been logged into AOL and an automated voice spoke from its speakers, "You've got mail." This event had surprised him since it had been rare for him to receive email during this time of the day. He opened the email from the inbox, the curiosity compelled him to read this message:
To Principal Frederick Washington,
It has come to my attention that a position is available. I would like to request an interview this afternoon at 3 pm. My resume is below this letter and will be to your satisfaction.
Edward Nigma.
The principle raised a brow and assumed that the sender, Edward Nigma, is a presumptuous person. Despite his judgment, he had scrawled down the screen to read the resume. To his surprise, the information had indeed satisfied him. He had learned that this man had graduated from Harvard University with degrees in psychology, philosophy, literature, and bio-science. Mr. Washington had sent a replying message which read,
To Edward Nigma,
Your resume is very satisfying and will grant your request for an interview. I am anxious to meet you in my office.
Principal Fredrick Washington.