I awoke with a sudden start. Opening my eyes I noticed it was still dark as pitch, I glanced at my bedside table and saw my digital clock glaring at me. 3:53.
Fantastic.
I rolled over trying in vain to keep any sense of unconsciousness that had abruptly left me. I had no idea why I woke up, but I could tell I wouldn't be off dreaming anytime soon.
Turning again in my bed, I faced the side of my room that I refused to look at while sleeping. Streetlights poured in through the wall of glass. I hated big windows in bedrooms. No matter how high up said bedroom was, it was still unsettling. The window wall was one of the downfalls I had to accept of my new apartment. Yet for some reason, tonight, I felt fascinated by it. Compelled to go and pressed my hands against the cool glass while looking out onto the street. I stumbled gracelessly out of bed, slightly tripping on my bed sheets. Untangling myself from them, I softly padded over to the window in question adjusting my white night gown as I went. Crouching down I seated myself cross legged with my knees just touching the glass. I couldn't understand why I was drawn to a window I didn't even like. Gazing out, I noticed that for even three in the morning, there was still life outside. People walking hurriedly down the sidewalks, or the random car driving by. I wouldn't want to be one of those people. I greatly disliked the city life, and I liked it less in the night. My mind started to wander to the past few days.
I had just recently moved to the city I know resided in. Gotham. What a pleasant name for a pleasant city. Though being new, the cities reputation was hard not to hear of. Crimes were often and criminals were common. I didn't know the details, as I tried to ignore it was well as I could.
This apartment was a gift from my mom and dad for my twentieth birthday. My parents were very well off in the sense of money. I don't know if the key to my apartment was a hint that they wanted me to move out, but either way, I took it. Though I was never left without as a child, my parents and I had grown apart. They expected me to be them, and I expected them to understand that I wanted to be my own person. Anyway, their gift had not gone unappreciated.
As I continued to stare absent mindedly into the night, at first I didn't notice the approaching, obviously speeding van. It ran the red light that was directly in my line of staring and that's what got my attention. It skidded to a stop in front of the building I was currently in. Multiple masked figures in black started appearing out of the vehicle and walking quickly to the bank that was directly across the street. I gasped as I realized they were robbers. As much as I wanted to call the police, and I knew I should, I couldn't tare my eyes off the scene that was happening bellow me. Another figure was now emerging from the van, the front passenger seat. From what I could see, he wasn't in black, and his hair seemed to have an odd tinge to it, but that could have been easily passed as a trick of the light coming from one of the street lamps. He quickly followed the others, who had now already broken through the doors. I couldn't hear any alarms; though I knew it was fairly far away, it was most likely they would have been heard.
After only a few minutes, the one who had entered last came back out again, alone. I felt air rush through my lungs as I realized I had been holding my breath. Another gasp escaped passed my lips as I finally saw the mans face. Unlike the others, he wore no plastic cheap looking clown mask. His face was quite easily a mask on its own. From where I was, I could see the painted white skin, with dark eyes and a wide red smile reaching from ear to ear. This man scared me. As irrational as the fear was, I had never liked clowns. And this one was no exception.
Noticing that he had come to a stop at the corner of the intersection, it looked as though he was waiting there, and not to patiently as he was drumming his hand upon his leg. I could hear sirens in the distance, slowly growing louder as they approached. I could tell as he started to shift that he was growing less and less patient. Suddenly he turned his head upwards and I could see him staring right at me. Even from the distance I could feel the intensity of his gaze. I continued to stare back, entranced, and noticed his face twitching into a wider smile. His smile faded as much as it could when a black shape flew passed the window, descending towards the ground at a rapid pace. It landed on the ground in a crouch before standing up to start to stalk across the street to where the joker was now pulling out his gun. From as little as I knew about the crimes that happened, I easily guessed that this new person was the batman. Before he could cross the road, a different van the Joker had been waiting for pulled up and was gone as soon as it came. Leaving the batman alone in the street with the red and blue flashing lights finally turning into view.
A/N: ok, so this is my first fanfic. I've been reading them for a couple of years, and have started many, but have never actually put them up for your reading. Anyway, I have no idea what your reactions are to my writing, if it's good or not, so please let me know. I welcome any helpful criticism, but please not to harsh.