A/N: Don't own, don't own, don't own.
Chapter 1
The wind was blowing her hair, leaving it to wisp around her face. Her eyes were wide, the brown color clashing with the stormy back drop behind her. The light drizzle of rain failed in its job to wash her out, instead it made her skin glisten. Made her strikingly beautiful.
Her stare was hard, meaningful. It was necessary to get her point across. She knew this was her last chance at this. Her only chance. Jaw set, she stared at the man in front of her.
Any sane person would be terrified in her position. Would be deathly afraid of what the man might do next. But not her, no she was scared of something completely different. The words wouldn't come out so she continued to stare him down, hoping he was getting her silent message.
She shuffled her feet just a touch and knocked a small rock behind her. And as she broke her concentration to glance down, seeing the backs of her heels against the edge of the bridge, the rock falling to the raging water below, she wondered, How did I get here?
"They say the captain goes down with the ship, so when the world ends, will God go down with it?" The music blared from the speakers as she drove down the highway. To where? She really didn't care, all she knew was that she needed to get the hell out of dodge and never look back. At the slight age of 21, Persephone had lived through too much, seen too much, and now she wanted a change of pace. She packed her bags, threw them in the back of her small Honda and hit the road running.
She drummed her hands against the steering wheel, singing along to the song, "I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match and what a catch, what a catch!" Something about belting out lyrics as loud as she could soothed her, even if she knew she most definitely wasn't the next idol.
Looking out she could see the skies darken and knew she'd have to find a rest stop soon. Keeping her eyes peeled for the next sign she continued on the road. Finally, one showed up "GOTHAM CITY LIMITS"
Gotham, huh? Gotham…Gotham…Gotham….Sounds like home.
As she came upon the city though, she almost wanted to change her decision. The sky was filled with smog, the roads dark. The people, well there was something about them she couldn't quite put her finger on. They shuffled down the street, some in a hurry, some lazily, some just standing, but as the skies darkened and night drew closer she could see them all get the same look in their eyes. Fear.
She found a motel just in the city limits and luckily got a room in time. The clerk just about to lock up, "We don't stay open late in these parts, not anymore," he had said. She didn't stop to give it much thought, she just wanted to sleep.
That was her first mistake. 'Always be aware.' It was her one rule and she almost always followed it. But as the door shut with a click behind her; she didn't notice the eyes that watched her go.
