Vigilante

Chapter One

The city was quiet, apart from the buzz of electrically charged fencing that surrounded the outskirts of the aforementioned city.

That city, which remains currently nameless and has for the past fifty years (really no one is keeping an accurate record) was once a great place of idle chit-chat, but had been long gone from anyone's mind. Most don't know the epic saga that was the history of this town simply because they weren't around then, but those who were keep quiet about it. A giant secret from the rest of mankind.

This city was Gotham City.

Now a days, though, not much happens here. With a low population of a mere 400+ citizens and a seemingly normal existence, the town isn't even recognized beyond its borders.

Seemingly normal town with seemingly normal residents.

…

Jenny Miller sat completely unaware in her office in the First National Bank on 33rd Street. She taps away on her phone, taking her time in closing up the bank. A strange noise behind her her echoes throughout the building.

She hums in response, swiveling in her chair to look behind her. She sees nothing.

Jenny shakes her head and further dismisses the noise to nothing more than her imagination acting out.

Maybe if something ever happened in this damn town she'd have reason to worry, but nothing ever did. Therefore worry was no concern.

Jenny gets up out of her chair, grabbing her purse, keys, and phone and walking toward the door. Her two-inch heels clack against the hardwood floor. She can't wait to take them off.

She pushes on the door lazily. Only the door doesn't budge. It's not locked so why isn't it opening? She pushes on it some more, leaning her whole body up against it. Nothing.

Jenny slams her fist on the door, groaning in frustration.

The unmistakeable sound of footsteps resonates in the background and before she even has time to turn around, a gun is pressed against her temple.

She doesn't even have time to scream.

…

Seven twenty-three. He's late. Again. Austin quickly rushes up to his locker and puts in his combination. He drinks some more of his coffee before deciding it's cold anyway and throws it away. He grabs his Pre- Calculus book. That was his first period class right? Dammit he can't even remember. These damned headaches he's been having lately have really been taking a toll on his memory.

"Mr. Moon," a stern male voice speaks from behind the blond.

Shit. Anyone who refers to him as "Mr. Moon" with that tone of voice can't be anyone he's in the mood to deal with right now.

Austin gracefully spins around on the heel of his foot and shoots the vice principal a half-hearted smile. "Yes, sir?"

"Mr. Moon please come with me." That's all he says before he grabs the boy by his arm and drags him down the corridor leading to his office.

Austin gasps in surprise by this action. A million different thoughts running through his mind as to why the vice-principal wants to see him. He's not a trouble maker, actually he's a pretty average student who does his best to fly under the radar, yet somehow trouble always seems to find its way into his life.

Vice Principal Mathers let's go of him and opens the door to his office, gesturing for Austin to go in first. He obliges and, because this isn't his first time at the rodeo, he plops his butt down in one of the rather uncomfortable blue chairs in front of the big, mahogany desk.

It's only then that he notices the other presence in the room, who had already taken a seat in the matching chair next to him.

Brunette/blond curls cascading down her shoulder in elegant waves. Chocolate brown eyes that are not only big and bright but also warm and inviting and even a little mischievous. Gorgeous girl with full lips, cute button nose, and exceedingly long eyelashes.

"You're staring," she whispers to him. Her lips quirk up into a half-smile and she looks rather smug with herself.

"Yeah," he smirks, "you have something on your face."

"What?" Every shred of confidence is gone as she frantically fishes through her bag to find a mirror.

"Just kidding," he says cheekily, coupled with a hearty laugh. This only earns him a scowl from the brunette beauty.

"I see you two have gotten acquainted." Both teens snap their attention to the man in front of them who, until moments ago, they'd forgotten was in the same room. He looks rather unamused. Maybe it's the way he clearly didn't put any effort into his appearance before showing up for work. Or maybe it was the iconic "I won't put up with any of your bullshit before I've had my morning cup" coffee mug that he was drinking out of. Whatever it was, it was giving off really bad vibes. It was Thursday morning, but this guy was acting as if it was Monday.

"Mr. Moon, this is Miss Allyson Dawson, the newest student here at-"

"It's just Ally," the brunette interjects, trying to hide the annoyed undertone playing at her words.

"Excuse me?"

"My names not Allyson."

"But it says right here; Allyson Victoria Dawson. It's on the papers for Christ's sake!" Vice- Principal Mathers shouts. It appears that this is deeply upsetting him.

"That's because my step-mom doesn't know what the hell my name is. For the first two months she was dating my father she called me Ellie!"

Austin just sits back in his chair, entertained by their back and forth. He's fighting to keep the smile off his face.

"Well, then what is your name?" He searches his desk for a pen, and when he finds one he does that weird thing that adults do where they lick the pen before writing with it. Ally squirms in her seat, disgusted by this action. She even goes as far as to let a small groan escape her.

Austin pretends to find it ridiculous rather than sexy, even though that sound is, now, basically burned into his memory.

"My name is just Ally. It's not short for Allyson or Alice or Alexandria or anything. It's simply just Ally." Her chest puffs out, as if this fact is something to be proud of. Maybe she just enjoys knowing things that other people don't.

"Okay then, Just Ally-" he gives her a pointed look over the tips of his glasses. "As I was saying before; This is Ally Dawson. She's a new student that will be joining us this year." Ally turns to offer Austin a friendly smile. He returns it with his version of a smile. "This is Mr. Austin Moon. He will be your escort to class. Seeing as how you two seem to have identical schedules. This way Ally won't have any problems getting to her classes, and you sir," he points a finger at Austin," might actually make it to your classes on time."

Ally giggles at this. Austin just shrugs and says, "Don't hold your breath on that one, sir."

Vice-Principal Mathers rolls his eyes. He hands the two teens slips of paper that excuse them for being late to their first period class, which is his way of informing them that they can leave so he can continue to scowl and hate his job in private.

"Do you make it a point to argue with every single person you encounter?" He asks after a beat of silence. They walk in step with each other down the hallway. She seems to be leading the way even though she has no clue where she's going.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She smiles at him over her shoulder.

"I bet your middle name isn't even Victoria," he teases.

Ally snorts in reply.

…

Austin unlocks the front door to his house, throwing his book bag on the floor when he does and stepping inside. "I'm home!" His voice rings throughout the empty house. Typical. His parents both worked in a huge law firm that was roughly forty minutes outside of the city, so it wasn't unusual to come home to an empty house. He sighs and shakes his head.

Austin trudges through the living room and into the kitchen. Setting on the kitchen table is a pan of lasagna with a bright yellow sticky note stuck to it. His mom's bubbly script is sprawled across the note.

Hope you had a great day at school, sweetie :) Here's a lasagna for you. Your dad and I will be working late tonight. We'll see you tomorrow morning! Love you!

Austin picks up the note, crumples it in his fist and disposes of it in the trash can. He takes his jacket off, placing it on the back of the chair, and puts the lasagna back in the fridge. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel like eating tonight.

His head pulsates with pain. His headache is back and it's angrier than it was before.

"Gah!" Austin groans in displeasure. His hand flies up to his forehead, fingers rub against his temple in an attempt to reduce some of the pain. It prove ineffective and soon he's stumbling through the hallways of the house in search of the bathroom.

The blond hastily opens the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. He finally finds the bottle of Aspirin and takes two- actually three, for good measure- and then stalks up the stairs leading to his bedroom.

He groans once again and flops down onto his bed. What was up with all these headaches he'd been having lately? He'd had less headaches in the first sixteen years of his life than he'd had this past month. But at least the pills were working, even if slowly. He could feel his the dull pain aching across his forehead begin to diminish.

He's in need of a distraction. Austin pulls his phone out of his back pocket along with a slip of paper that has a certain brunette's phone number on it.

What's up, Victoria?

Moments later a reply pops up on his screen.

That's no fair! I don't know your middle name.

Austin smirks. 'Yeah, and if I have it my way you never will,' thinks Austin Monica Moon.

…

"Allyson," Melissa's bitterly-sweet voice sing-songs from the front door. Ally, who is at the kitchen table doing homework, resists the urge to bang her head on the mahogany table.

"What do you want Mel?" Ally swings her legs and hops off the barstool chair. Her mismatched sock-feet pad across the tile floor as she goes to meet her step-mother at the door.

"Ally-cat," she playfully swats the teenager's arm and giggles, "how many time have I told you to call me mom!"

"Yeah, I'm not doing that," she deadpans and folds her arms over her chest. The older woman knits her eyebrows together and frowns. "What did you want?"

"I was just wondering if you'd mind helping me bring the groceries in."

Ally obliges, still parading around in her socks -fuzzy blue ones with little ducklings on them- and marches over to Melissa's Mini Cooper.

"Can you believe it?" Ally hears her step-mom's annoying voice behind her. "Two days after we move to this crumby little town and there's a bank robbery!"

Ally cranes her neck to glance back at the woman. "What are you talking about?"

Melissa frantically waves a newspaper above her head. "It was all over the paper this morning. Everyone at the store was talking about it. It's like they've never had anything even remotely exciting happen to them before. Not that a bank robbery is exciting."

Ally sets the groceries down on the table and grabs the paper out of Melissa's hand. Right there on the front cover, in bold print, 'FIRST NATIONAL BANK WAS ROBBED: Five Thousand Dollars Stolen, Woman Found Dead.'

"Oh my gosh!" Ally screams in horror, clutching her stomach.

"I know. It's horrible," Melissa pipes up from behind her.

"No, not that!" Ally springs into action, practically flying through the house to get to a toilet, as a sense of strong nausea washes over her all of a sudden.

She instantly falls to her knees, head hovering over the porcelain bowl, but just as soon as it came her intense urge to puke is gone.

"Oh my gawd! Honey, are you okay?!" Melissa scampers into that bathroom after Ally. "Are you gonna throw up?!"

Ally just rolls her eyes.

"Oh my gawd, are you pregnant?!"

Ally pulls herself up off the floor. She pushes her hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ears. "I'm fine, Mel. I just... got a little nauseous there for a second." Ally shakes her head. "I don't know. That was weird."

"Well, maybe you should lie down," Melissa suggests. She puts a hand on Ally's back and helps her out of the bathroom and down the hall. Ally contemplates wether she should push her step-mom away and insist that she doesn't need her help, but she decides against it.

So together they awkwardly stumble throughout the house.

Ally didn't know it, but this was just the beginning of all the strange things to come.

A/N

Happy New Year my lovelies! New Year, New Story. My first Auslly centered one in awhile too. I had this plot idea in my head for awhile after watching The Dark Knight and the inner fangirl in me was like, what if I did an Austin and Ally batman fic. Thus, this was born. The first chapter kind of sucks and might be a little confusing, but it'll be cleared up soon enough I promise.

Pardon my nerdiness *blushes* but I love Batman to an extreme degree and I felt as though this fandom needed a Superhero AU (if they didn't already have one) and this idea was just too perfect not to write.

Review if you would be so kind to I would really appreciate your feedback :)

Alright guys, I'm out! Keep it real! Love y'all!

Kthanxbai!

Morgan :)