Have a few original characters in and through my fanfic, the main two so far are Jacinta and Dean, when more arise I'll leave a summary just like this at the beginning of the fanfic, so here's the low down...

Jacinta:
(Referred to a 'you', this fanfic is written from her point of view)

· She is a spider... yes a spider, Hugo Strange found her as a Mexican Red Knee Tarantula (she could have been sold to him, traded or just found; it's yet to be cleared and open to interpretation thus far)

· She is highly skilled and has a genius level IQ, thanks to Hugo Strange of course, However she is quite, shy and doesn't like being out of place; she definitely prefers to blend.

· She has a thorough knowledge of combat and quick reflexes, however can be frightened easily (depending on who/what scares her)

· At Gotham Academy she takes;
- Psychology
- Bio-Chemical Engineering
- Humanity Studies (she has to know how humans work being a tarantula and all)
- Arachnology (study of spiders)
- Basic Chemistry

Jacinta is slightly shorter than the average height; she is slim and has fragile bones both due to her Tarantula DNA. Her hair is long and dark brown almost black, she has little tuffets on the top of her head which are coloured/ patterned the same as the Mexican Red Knee Tarantula and her skin is slightly tanned. Her eyes are a bright burning amber colour and she has retractable fangs. She has the ability to inject toxins/ poisons her main toxin being a paralysis; her others are a hallucination which causes the victim to fall and spasm, death, which can make her temporarily insane depending on how strong the death toxin is (it pains her to use the hallucination an death toxin so she controls the levels of paralysis which she can comfortably use). She is witty and can have a short temper if she's prodded too much.

Dean:
(Jacinta's best friend, ever since high-school)

· He has a passion with photography

· He takes a professional photography course and is an active provider to the newsletter clubs and sends his images to magazine and newspaper companies, hoping for his "Big Break"

· Dean's best friend is of course Jacinta and he has a hopeless crush on her even though she is oblivious to the fact of it. He can be protective over her, because of Hugo and her high school bullying days.

· He is smart and very arty

Dean is tallish and has an average build, fit from running around all the time. He has medium length blonde-caramel hair, that's slightly shaggy and swept back. His eyes are a light golden brown.

Chapter One

White flecks patterned the sky, floating within the grey clouds and smoke, placing themselves so perfectly upon the monotone fashions of the rich and homeless. It's been snowing for a while now, Gotham's winter always brought such gentle scenery… your favourite season is of course the warmest ones, but you've never seen snow before, it seems to mesmerise you every time… it distracts you… from home, from college, from your miserable life, from him. Each day you wonder down the identical hazed streets from the day before on your way to college, watching the same lives wasting away in the corners, the shadows, the cracks in the pavement. They're invisible, well not invisible… but no one cares and no one helps… thus, dilapidated lives are simply overlooked.

You sigh and watch your breath dance along the snowflakes… how you long for that kind of freedom… you once had freedom… before he altered, picked at and tinkered with you… Your fists clench into your thick woollen gloves, how you despise that jerk… Dr Hugo Strange… it's not the first name that pops into your head when you think "dad"…. It's hard enough to be human… to go to college and to learn to live in such a corrupted city… but having him torment, experiment and torture you every second day… well , that's just the icing on the cake. It is thanks to him that you are human, the fact that you are still alive in the world, it's not a matter of him caring for you like a "parent" should, oh no… you're his profit, his doll and he so eagerly reminds you that the only reason you are alive, put through high school and college is so that he can use you as research… testing on you as you grow and of course to eventually sell you off; the more talent you procure the more you are worth. If you were to ever refuse him in a command (which you do out of spite regardless) he plays. His favourite "toys" being a syringe containing a new, occasionally refined, chemical (it typically brings you incredible pain), a scalpel, something to lash you with and of course beatings, with or without various objects… although he usually instructions his moronic goons to carry out a beating… he is a scientist not a mindless buffoon like his men…

You walk into the gates of Gotham Academy, snuggling into your scarf which covers half your face and hold your arms in a tight cradle around your chest to contain the warmth of your jacket. You like the academy, a lot more than school at least… here you have time to yourself away from Hugo, although you despise many of the students. The top three fickle characters on your hate list would be the jocks that flirt with any hot, popular, easy or vulnerable girl, the loud ones in class that don't do anything (you don't even know why they're there..) and lastly, you hate "The Clique", a group of drop dead gorgeous, somewhat brain dead socialites that excel in jumping around in skimpy clothes, flashing their pushed up cleavage and lacy garments.. You shake off your thoughts and continue into the building, pulling down your scarf and removing your gloves. The halls are filled with students running around to their lectures. You love to observe...not so much to interact...but to watch. From the end of the hall a guy called Hal Jordan is chatting up (or at least trying to) Zatanna whatever her last name is, you know he takes up mechanics or engineering of some sorts… he seems to have a keen interest in planes, but you're not sure about Zatanna… she's always attending gigs at clubs to perform a magic act… or something like that. You continue down the hall and walk up the stairs, great…The Clique. You continue up the stairs hoping they ignore you,
"Hey Jacintaa" they all giggle together. Great they saw you…
"…Hi."
"Considered trying out for cheerleading next term? We're looking for girls, especially ones with your kinda figure." A few girls whisper to each other and another giggles to the girl next to her,
"Cheerleading isn't really my thing…" you still have your modesty... An apish call echoes from a few stairs above the girls,
"Cut me a slice of her!" "Jacinta, a cheerleader? Hell yeahh!" Great… the monkeys are here too… disgusting creatures, almost feels like you're back at high school.
"I'm sorry but I'm going to be late for my lecture, I should go." you starting hurrying up the stairs until you're stopped by one of the jocks.

He pulls you close, holding both of your hands behind your back, making your chest stick out.
"Hey guys, looks like a caught myself a pretty little lady! With such a fine figure too." He smirks as you blush softly and struggle in his grip; you know you could take him down so easily but you don't want to get in trouble, especially if Hugo found out…
"I-I need to get to class… "
"Nice try sweetheart, how about you hang with us?"
"I'd rather not…"
"Aw come on don't be like that babe." You can feel him freeing a hand and sliding it around your back, traveling to your chest. You make a fist with your free hand and get ready to punch him if he gropes you. An agitated and high pitched grunt and cry comes up from one of the girls,
"Jackson! Stop flirting with her, you're supposed to be MY boyfriend!" He lets go quickly and trots over to her like an obedient dog.
"Just havin fun babe, you know you're the only girl for me." They engage in a disturbing slop of kisses and the whole group hoots and performs dog like noises… that's when you make your escape.

You quickly walk through the corridor to your lecture room, you get there and the door is locked. You take out your phone and look at the time… as per usual you're early. You lean against the wall and watch other students pretending to look at your phone. There's the red head, you know her as Ivy although one of the girls she hangs out with, Harleen Quinzel, refers to her as red. Ivy seems to spend her time caring for the gardens hence the botanist lecture she frequently attends. You look down the other end of the hall and spy the couple, Shayera Hol and Carter Hall, they attend the lectures upstairs, you are clearly aware of their bird obsessions, not only from the constant conversation (mostly of Hawks) but the overfilled notebooks drowning with bird sketches, photographs and notes. You continue to scan subtly, from slightly down the hall you see a man in a bright green and purple smart yet casual outfit (which somehow works for him) talking to who you presume to be his friend. His name is Edward Nigma… He's loud, makes witty comments, incredibly smart and very inquisitive. He seems to confuse students with cryptic riddles or questions… He practically bathes in the attention he receives from his profound intelligence. You try to see who he is talking to… It takes you a minute but you realise its Jonathan Crane… your hair flutters slightly (it does that…), you don't know why, but every time you see him you get this weird feeling like you have butterflies in your chest. He was skinny… but he has this black and khaki bad boy attire with messy hair swept to the side that seems captivates you every time... He takes psychology and -like Edward- is a genius. You watch them, perhaps longer than you should have… suddenly you notice that he's staring straight at you, those piercing pale blue eyes fixed onto yours… Edward turns around to see who he is looking at and you snap to face the other way and watch the floor in embarrassment, your cheeks glow bright red and you think to yourself, "Crap…be more careful next time you watch him idiot…"

You can hear Edward calling out,
"Jon? Where are you going?! I was talking to you!" you think to yourself, "oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!"….
"Hey Jacinta!" a friendly voice appears from in front of you, you look up and see Dean, your closest if not only true friend. He's an art whiz, obsessed over photography and always carries a bulky camera slung down from his neck. Dean often provides the academies Newsletter Club with photographs and keenly presents his images to you seeking your approval…you don't really know that much about photography so all his photos appeal to you, especially the landscapes, you love that deep sense of freedom withheld captive in each image,
"Oh... Hey Dean, how was the shoot yesterday?" You glance over your shoulder to see that Jonathan was walking in your direction… was… now he's paused right in the middle of the hall. He sees Dean and glances between the both of you then slowly turns, his gaze fixed onto yours until he completely turns his head and walks into his lecture with Edward rambling on behind him.
"I'm great! I got some sweet shots of the snow… I was wondering… Could I maybe photograph you in the snow Jacinta?" His cheeks blush softly... they do that a lot...
"Dean you know I'm not very photogenic…"
"Not when you try… But when you are just you, just natural, my shots are just brought to life! I would love to take some of those burning amber eyes in the snowfall… It'd make a pretty deep piece" His blush deepens slightly,
"I suppose it couldn't hurt… I have all my free time still." You smile warmly
"Great! I'm so glad…so, how is the devil anyway?" (Obviously referring to Hugo),
"A jerk as always…" Dean knew about Hugo, about him being the guardian of you and how much of an asshole he is to you… But he doesn't know about the abuse or the torture… That's something you don't want anyone to find out about… you don't wish for the pity, the pity that causes people to look at you differently…
"Do you wanna hang out after class? We could go to that coffee shop you love so much" He grins hopefully and the thought of that warm café sends a gentle tingle down your spine,
"I'd love too" You smile fondly.

Dean always took you to the same little coffee shop on Junction St, you really love that shop. Upon arrival you are greeted with a gentle wave of sweet cinnamon that seems to cling to you, embracing you lovingly… the deep yellow glow of worn lights, splayed from the ceiling add a homely atmosphere which seems to deeply relax you, then there is the best part of all… the drinks. Usually you order a hot chocolate, you simply fawn over the silky texture of warm milk and chocolate, they go together so sweetly especially when you melt in a couple marshmallows (only white marshmallows of course… you hate the pink ones…) Sometimes you are daring and order a vanilla chai; you lust over the bite of cinnamon followed by the soothing embrace of creamy vanilla. You can feel your mouth watering, craving the damn things… they bring you such pleasure… normally, you don't have the time to have one and you often prefer to sit in the café rather than walk with a take away cup. Thankfully Hugo gives you 2 hours a week to spend your free time, before hurrying back to your confinement, although he hates it if you don't spend that time finishing work or adding to your knowledge… so you study at the coffee shop, it doesn't bother you.

"Alright, I have a meeting so I'll see you after your lecture?"
"Sure."
"Meet you in the foyer, by that old tree alright?"
"I'll see you there, have fun in your meeting dork" You smirk; Dean has trouble sitting still for long periods of time.
"I always do dweeb" He pokes his tongue out at you and proceeds down the hall, waving goodbye, you chuckle and wave back.