It has been three weeks that Bane has taken over Gotham. The city has turned into hell.

I remember working at the diner almost a month ago. The football game was on. I wasn't paying attention until I heard gasps from around the shop. I look at the TV and saw it all.
And then there was an explosion.
I awoke to screams and cries of the people of Gotham.

I wondered how long Gotham would be like this. It could go on for months, years, maybe even forever. Apparently, a citizen holds the trigger to blowing up Gotham. If I had that trigger…Gotham would have blown up on the first night.

I remember arriving home that night. I could hear the victory cries of my neighbors in the apartment building. I didn't understand it. I pitied the rich; I pitied the people who once 'owned' Gotham. It was 'ours' now but I didn't want it.
My roommate Melanie dragged me with her to this party a few nights after at this beautiful town house. I almost enjoyed it; I almost started to like this Gotham, till I saw a broken picture frame of a family who once owned this house.

Rich people are now forced to go in front of a judge and he chooses their fate. I think most of them are killed or exiled that leads to their death. But, I wasn't too sure. Most of what I hear could be rumors.

I also hear that the judge is former Doctor Jonathan Crane and also known as the Scarecrow. I tremble just to know that he is free and running around Gotham. He may even scare me more than Bane himself.

About ten years ago I was a subject in his little project. I was fifteen then. My parents sent me to him. There wasn't anything wrong with me but he insisted there was just so I can be a test subject. After about half a year with him, Batman finally put a stop to what he was doing. I spent another two after that and finally got let out. I was old enough to get my own apartment and job. I didn't bother contacting my parents that I was out. I hated them. I hated Scarecrow more.

He was the reason why I ended up like this. I ended up being poor, working as a waitress at a crappy diner six days a week. And because of his tests on me, I developed into a nervous wreck. Maybe I should just let myself enjoy this Gotham.

Back to that beautiful town house. The picture was of my family. My parents had aged, gray hair, the wrinkles. They looked old and happy. My other three siblings, Mark, Victoria and Gavin, had grown up and looked good. All of them were older than me and I purposed they were now living on their own. Seems why my parents would have settled in a town house after living in a bigger house their whole lives. Judging by the picture, it was probably taken about a year ago.

I grew up with a rich family, maybe that's why I felt bad for the rich but it also should be why I hated them. Snobby and stuck up, once their child shows of what they think abnormality is they automatically send them to a high paying therapist to deal with them.
I hated them, but that didn't stop me from crying when I got home that night.

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"Can't you believe that this city has been ours for almost a month?" Melanie is dancing around in the Gotham streets at night. Mel is a very eccentric kind of girl.

She is about two years older than I am and have been living together for about five years. We both worked at the diner in old Gotham. I never knew much about her or her parents. We both never told each other our stories. We both liked it that way.

"Mhm," I mumble. I would rather much be at home but Mel prefers to be out all the time now. I would've stayed home by myself but I was terrified to be alone.

"Hey, are you girls looking to party?" This man says out of nowhere

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Mel excitedly turns around and nods. We follow him to this huge building. It was a penthouse suite.
A bunch of men and women were dancing and drinking.

"Jackie! Do you see who that is over there?" Mel says and runs over to hug her friend.

It was Darcy, a party girl just like Mel. I sigh and sit on one of the sofas. I look around and feel bile rising in my throat. This was someone's place. They are probably dead by now.
I quickly get up. I need air. I take the elevator back down and head outside. My breathing becomes heavy. I can't breathe and I feel like I'm going to vomit. I was having a panic attack. I feel my heart hammering in my chest as I walk away from the building.

So, this is the very first chapter. This is my first time posting to this site. Let me know what you think and constructive criticism is welcomed.