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Chapter 1

Gotham High. Voted number 4 in the Times magazine's most dangerous high schools. However, my mother still made me go. My name is Sarina Gibson and I'm a junior. Gotham high is….just a tad crazy. What, with Batman and all the insane people running around, who could find this place safe? It was exactly 7:46 in the morning. School started at 8 and I was still in bed. Why did my bed have to be so comfortable? I was cuddled up under all my sheets. My head buried in the pillow. I was just about to fall asleep when an annoying sound started emanating from the bottom of the stairs. It was…..calling my name.

"SARINA GIBSON!" My mother yelled. "You get down here this instant!" I groaned angrily into my pillow. I did not want to start this day. Every fiber in my body wanted me to stay in this bed. Things were silent until heavy footsteps charged down the hall. My bedroom door flung open. Slamming on the wall. "Sarina." My mom shook my shoulder. Trying to get me up.

"Moooooom." I moaned.

"You need to get up!" My mother snapped impatiently. I didn't budge. That's when my mom ripped the sheets right off the bed. "If you're not downstairs in five minute there will be hell to pay." Her threat rang in my ears as she charged out of the room. I sighed. Guess I might as well get up. I pulled myself onto my feet. I had just painted my toes a vibrant purple the night before. As I stood there for a minute, I ran my fingers through my bright blonde hair. My hair was a total mess. I dragged my feet towards the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was a disaster. Hair was all over my face and I still had some left over makeup from the night before.

"Good morning gorgeous." I smirked sarcastically at the girl in the mirror. With that, I started working my magic. I sprayed in some detangler in my hair and smoothed it out. I quickly threw it in a side ponytail. I cleaned off all my old makeup and gracefully applied some more. I darted towards my closet. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and cute blue blouse. After that I added the final touches. Some hoop earrings and a pair of Toms to top it off. I took a second glance in the mirror. Not too shabby Sarina, not too shabby. I smiled as I ran back down the hall. My mom still wasn't pleased with me.

"Sarina, you can't do this to me every morning. I have a job you know." She grumbled.

"Well if you'd buy me a car we wouldn't be having this problem." I snapped as I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Not this again." My mom sighed as she grabbed her keys and made her way to the car. I followed suit and plopped into the passenger seat. My mom sat in the driver seat and started up the car.

"So, got that raise yet?" I asked.

"We blew our budget on the security updates." My mom scoffed as she pulled out of the driveway of our apartment complex. "There's no way they're giving a simple psychiatrist a raise."

"Mom. You are the head psychiatrist for the Joker at Arkham Asylum." I explained. "I'm pretty sure you're first in line for a raise." My mom rolled her eyes.

"Yeah sure." She groaned.

"So, have you made any breakthroughs with your…patient?" I inquired hesitantly. I was always curious about my moms work. She spent nearly every day talking to one of the worlds most deadliest killers. What was it like? What was HE like?

"No. Not any yet." My mother replied. "It's only been 16 years." I smirked at her comment. My mother rarely ever made jokes. She didn't exactly have a sense of humor. It was fun to see her have a good laugh once in a while. Joker must have loved dealing with her every day. But I still loved her. She was fun when you got her going.

With that, my mother pulled up to the school. It was a dreary building. Big. But it felt much more like a prison. With all the security and emergency drills. It was just insane. Just last week we had a toxic gas drill. You had to put on your officially licensed gas masks and hid under your desk lying flat on the ground. Sounds crazy doesn't it? I've been doing toxic gas drills since preschool. I bet Metropolis doesn't have these kinds of problems.

"Bye mom." I said, as I walked out of the car and made my way towards the building. As I barged through the front door I saw Gus waiting for me.

Gus was the school's head police officer. He ran the metal detectors in front of the main entrances in the school. I sighed as I put my back pack in the bin.

"Student I.D." He said coldly.

"Gussy! You've known me for three years now. I think we're past this." I said with a smirk. Gus smiled back.

"I'm just messing with ya." Gus laughed. Me and Gus were tight like that.

"You got me going Gussy." I chuckled. "So, what's the latest gossip at the GCPD?"

"Nothing new. Gordon's still the comish." Gus explained as he looked at my bag in the X-Ray. I walked out the metal detector as it started beeping loudly.

"Whoops. Earrings." I smiled lightly as I took them off. This time I managed to get through the detector without it going off. Gus handed me back my backpack.

"You have exactly 45 seconds to get to your class on the top floor or Mrs. Turner is going to rip you a new one." Gus explained with a sly smirk.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I practically sprinted down the hall and up the stairs. I finished the tiring climb up the stairs and then ran down the hall. I barged into Mrs. Turner's english class just as the bell rang throughout the school. I sighed with relief. Saved by the bell.

"Take your seat Miss Gibson." Mrs. Turner said blankly. Her grey hair was tied up in a tight bun and her glasses hung from a chain around her neck. What exactly did Mrs. Turner's fashion sense consist of? I'm glad you asked. Picture your piano teacher's living room. Her couch is covered in some stuffy flower print and the wall is some shade of beige. Then there's a shag carpet on the floor. That's Mrs. Turner. Today she was wearing a pink floral pencil skirt that practically went to her ankles. She wore a whit puffy shirt tucked into her skirt.

It wasn't exactly my taste.

I plopped myself in my chair. The wooden desk was no where near as comfortable as my bed. This was going to be long day. I could just feel that today wasn't going to be good.


Dr. Gibson walked into Arkham Asylum. Her heels clicked along the cement floor. Her appointment with The Joker was five minutes ago. If only her daughter would actually wake up on time in the morning. God, she was a wreck. She hurried around the corner and down the hall towards her office. She was so late! As she approached her office she saw her patient. The Joker was strapped up to a metal stand. He was being guarded by two former police officers. Now they worked here at Arkham.

"That's the third time this week doc!" Joker called. "That's not very professional." The Doctor ignored him as she unlocked the door. Letting in her patient. The guards unstrapped the Joker and re-strapped him into his chair. Keeping him in his seat all while making sure he was comfortable.

"Are you sure you'll be alright Dr. Gibson?" One of the guards asked.

"Uh...yes I'll be fine. Thank you." She replied. The guards left the room as they stood guard outside the door.

"So Doc. What's it gonna be today? Want me to look at the inkblots again?" The Joker inquired with a wicked grin.

"No, not today." Dr. Gibson stated calmly. "I think we should talk about your last encounter with the Batman." The Joker roared with laughter.

"Oh me and Batsy go way back!" The Joker proclaimed. "I just thought he needed a good laugh. So I decided to cheer 'im up!"

"By kidnapping the Commissioner and dangling him from the Wayne Enterprises building?" Doctor Gibson said blankly.

"What's funnier then that?" The Joker chuckled lightly. Doctor Gibson sighed. Somedays she felt like this treatment was hopeless. Not a single doctor could diagnose this mad man. Not even her. The Joker was impossible. Dr. Gibson always persevered though. She would stop at nothing to cure the Joker. She just...had to. She sighed as she glanced over at the Joker. He picked up a photograph off of her desk.

"Don't touch that!" She snapped as she yanked the picture out of his hands.

"I'm guessing that's your daughter." Joker grinned devilishly.

"Let's not talk about Sarina." The woman muttered.

"She's all grown up I take it. 16 now?" Joker continued, ignoring Dr. Gibson. "It'd be a shame if something happened to her."

"GUARDS!" Dr. Gibson yelled. Without a moment to spare the two guards outside the door barged into the room. They immediately strapped him up to his metal contraption. The men began dragging the psychotic clown out of the room.

"See ya round Doc. You should bring the kid to our next appointment. We'll have loads to talk about then." His uproar of laughter echoed throughout the halls. Dr. Gibson just slumped back into her chair and cried into her fists.

Why her?


The guards led the Joker down the hall. He was still laughing away. Not for his joke with Gibson, god no. But for the joke he was going to pull on the guards. Soon enough, the guards stopped in front of his cell. The guards started to unhook him. SNAP. SNAP. The straps came undone. The guards grabbed his wrists firmly.

"Let's go." A guard grumbled impatiently. The Joker smirked as he stumbled to the ground.

"Get up. Now!" The other guard groaned. They tugged angrily on him. But Joker was expecting that. Within an instant, Joker slammed his head into the other guys gut, knocking him back. The Joker stood up and kicked the other guard. The first guard lunged at him, but he dodged his attack and grabbed a taser from his belt. The Joker held the taser firmly in his hand and jammed it into the second guards head. Breaking the skin and sending 500,000 volts through his body. The other guard was taken back. He hesitated. The Joker turned to look at him with a sinister smirk.

"Ain't that a shocker?" The Joker questioned as he roared with laughter. He pulled a playing card from his pocket and aimed it at the guard. With a perfectly aimed through, a small blade was sent flying in between his eyes. He never stood a chance.


The bell rang throughout the school as my eyes widened with joy. I grabbed my bag and sprinted out the door of Gotham High. School's out! I made my way to the front of the building. That's where my mom usually picks me up. I sat on the steps of the school building. If I was lucky, my mom wouldn't be two hours left. She always worked late shifts. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to an hour. The Football team started to do their run by. The Gotham nights was essentially a collection of Gotham's most attractive high school boys. As I saw them, I made sure to fix my hair. I glanced at my reflection in my phone. As soon as I was sure I was football player ready. I leaned back and looked up at the boys.

"Hey boys." I smirked. The al turned and smiled politely at me. A couple said 'Hey' back. Oh god they're so cute!

"Hey Sarina." A voice said. I turned to see Tim Drake standing above me. He had left the pack to come talk to me. Wait...did I think that right? He came to talk to me?

"Hi Tim." I grinned. Tim was a hottie if I ever saw one. His dark black hair was a beautiful contrast to his bright blue eyes. He had such a perfect angel and his face looked like it was carved by angels! Need I mention his eight pack? "How's practice?"

"Tiring." Tim laughed. I smirked.

"I bet." I replied.

"Hey, after practice I can give you a ride if you need one." Tim said. That's SO sweet of him. A ride with him would be a ton of fun! But my mother hates fun. She'd kill me.

"Thank you Tim, but my mom should be here soon." I said with a slight smile.

"Are you sure?" Tim inquired.

"DRAKE! STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" The coach yelled from the front of the group. Tim's face reddened as i laughed.

"I'll be fine. You go before Coach rips ya a new one." I smiled.

"Take care Gibson!" He called as he ran to the front of the group. I sighed dreamily at the football player. God he was so cute!

Okay, back to the task at hand. Where the hell is my mother? I pulled out my phone. She hated when I called or texted her at work. One time I interrupted one of her session with the Joker. She said she was in the middle of a breakthrough. I highly doubt that. I didn't care though. I sent my mom a quick text asking where she was. I waited...and waited. It was getting dark and there was still no response!

This is why I need a car.

I could just wait for Tim to get out of practice! Who cares if my mom doesn't approve. It's the smarter option and a hell of a lot safer. After all, it is Gotham. What time was it? How long would I have to wait for him? I glanced at my phone. Oh my god! Practice ended half an hour ago! Oh Fuck me! I sighed as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

Well, our apartment was five blocks from here. I guess I could walk. I'd just have to walk through the most dangerous part of the city. No big deal, right? I stood up and slowly made my way down the street.

I know what you're thinking. I'm just like those dumb blonde bimbos in the horror movies. But...I might be able to handle myself. I mean, I've been doing karate every Wednesday for the past 11 years. I'm a black belt now. I might be able to hold my own against a guy or two.

I was mostly worried about the real psychos. The Riddler. Or the Penguin. Two Face. Maybe even the Joker! My mom used to tell me stories about her interviews with the Joker. I'd always regret it since I'd have nightmares right after about being kidnapped by him. Or of him laughing at me as I'm sitting locked in a cage.

Gah! Don't want to think about that right now. I needed to keep my guard up and focus on making it home alive.

I had been doing pretty good so far. It had been three block and so far I hadn't been raped or murdered! I turned the corner and froze in my tracks. Five big men were hanging out. They were leaning up against some bar. Drinking some beers and smoking some cigarettes. Oh crap. I'm so dead. How am I going to get passed them? Okay Sarina, play it cool. Maybe if I just casually walk by they won't notice me. I stayed close to the other side of the street. I tried to walk faster then usual but not fast enough to draw attention to myself. That's when I noticed one of the men start to glance in my generally direction. I quickly darted into an alleyway. Thank god he didn't notice me as he turned back to his buddies. I sighed with relief.

"Well lookie what we got here." A gruff voice growled. I jumped and turned behind me. The owner of the voice was a big man. 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a yellow smirk. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. He slowly walked towards me.

"I-I I'm sorry to bother you." I stuttered. "I'll just b-be going now." I turned and started to walk away but his big, meaty hands gripped my shoulders firmly and spun me around.

"Go? But the fun's just getting started." He grinned. He pushed me as hard as he could and I slammed onto the pavement.

"Yo, Razor. Whatcha got there?" Another man asked. The five men from earlier came over to join their friend.

"Found this pretty little thing in the alleyway." Razor explained. "All alone." The five other men chuckled.

"Looks like it's our lucky day." One of the other guys chimed in. I pulled myself off of the pavement and stood up. These guys were a lot bigger then me. Like, a lot. But...maybe I could take them. They had brute force. I had 11 years at the Gentle Dragon Dojo under my black belt.

"I'm warning you. If you don't let me go right now I'll-" I started, trying to sound as brave as I could. One of the men grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled my up close to him. I could just smell his dirty breath.

"You'll what, Princess?" He spat. I growled at that comment. Within an instant, I gripped onto his hand and pulled myself up. I slammed both of my feet into his chest knocking him back. I did a back flip until I was standing up right again. I was in fighting position and ready to go. Another thug charged at me. He threw his fist but I caught it. He sent his other fist but I caught it as well. Another man came up and grabbed my legs. I wrapped my feet around his neck and lifted myself up so I could slam his head into his buddy's gut. The two stumbled onto the ground. Another one decided to press his luck as he came up behind me wrapped his arms arms around my waist. He lifted me up as the other three remaining men rushed towards me. With one fowl swoop, I kicked my foot up and slammed it into their heads. Knocking them all on the ground. I slammed my heel into the the family jewels of the man holding me. He cried out in agony as he slumped to the ground. I stood with a confident smirk at my accomplishments. But the men started to get up. They pulled themselves up off the ground. Ready for round two. Well, here goes nothing. Just when I was about to charge the first one when a mysterious figure landed in front of me.

"Robin?" I inquired. The boy wonder stood before me. He was a tall kid. And pretty big too. Not like these guys though. He turned back and looked at me. Giving me a sly smile.

"Kill him!" The thugs shouted. I stayed back as the men charged at him. I gotta say, Bird Boy had some moves. He was knocking those guys down like they were nothing. After a few minutes, six men laid on the ground. K.O. Robin turned back towards me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. You were handling them pretty good before I should up." He explained. I blushed slightly with a smirk.

"Thanks...again." I said.

"Your welcome." He smirked. "Do you need a lift home?" My mom would kill me, but...

"Sure why not." I smiled. We walked over to his motorcycle. It was a pretty cool bike. We got on the bike as I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him. Was that an eight pack? With that, he zoomed off into the night.

"Where do you live?!" He yelled over the roar of the bike.

"Maplewood Apartment Complex. You can't miss it!" I shouted back. Soon enough we were in front of the building. "Thanks again."

"Anytime." He called as he rode off into the night. He must have more important things to do. With that, I made my way into the Apartment complex. Once I got into the apartment I plopped on my bed and sighed.

Just another day in Gotham City.