Okay, now before you get on my case about Gordon's daughter being Barbara, I know that. I want reviews for this. It took a long time for me to write this. I will hopefully keep it up. And since it's Christmas, here's a Christmas chapter.
Christmas time had come around Gotham once again. Songs on the radio were sung about joy and holiday cheer. My word, I was so tired of Christmas songs. I wanted to take my dad's gun and shoot holes in the radio. Maybe that would get it to shut up. I laughed to myself as the thought crossed my mind again. I wasn't really fond of Christmas, obviously, and it was so hard to get into spirit in this crime filled city. It seemed as if you always heard sirens as the police went to a new crime. It was insane, but my dad saw hope for it. I believed him. He was all I had, really. I grabbed my coat and shut off my car and walked inside our apartment building.
Warmth embraced me as rode the elevator up to our apartment. Thoughts of my Christmas eight years ago flooded my head.
It was a few days before Christmas as I decorated the house. I heard the door close and cold air dashed across my bare feet. I shivered and continued to put up the ornaments on our tree. I heard Dad stomp his feet free of the snow and begin talking to Mom.
"Jen, we need to tell Alex."
"I know, Jim, but it's Christmas," she reasoned. "She should have a happy one."
Dad knew that she was right, but he persisted. "Yeah, I get that, but the doctor said that you wouldn't make it past March. She needs to know. I don't want you to die, and her have no idea why. That's not fair for her."
Mom was silent. I decided that I should stop listening since they were obviously going to come into the room.
My mind fast-forwarded to a week later, when I found out what Mom was dying of.
I had finally had enough. I needed to know what was going on with Mom. She was gone to another appointment to the doctors' office. Dad was here watching me, so I decided to ask him. I hopped up onto the couch next to him. He looked at me with tired and sad eyes. I knew that whatever it was, it was bad. The answers are in the eyes: it was an old cop trick that Dad had taught me last year. I suddenly lost all courage to ask him. He just looked so sad, so destroyed.
He smiled at me. "Whatdya need, Sweetie?" That was the first time he called me that in a while. He always called me Alex or Al. I knew that Mom was not doing well.
"Daddy," I asked shyly, "what's wrong with Mom?"
He was silent. His eyes got kinda sparkly. I knew that it was tears. "Sweetie, your mom has cancer." He started crying. Then, I started crying and we hugged each other for support.
Just like the doctors said, my mom died of cancer a few weeks later.
Now, I was sixteen and a junior at Gotham High, along with Bruce Wayne. It was rather awesome, but Rachel Dawes had him. Honestly, I had a crush on him, but it would never happen. Me, a somewhat low class girl, with billionaire him. Not gonna happen. Ever since Mom died, Dad had been struggling to keep us in a house with food on the table. We had to sell our house and get a small apartment. I actually slept on the couch, but I dealt. Still, I felt bad for my dad. I had been planning for over a year to leave and live on my own.
Eventually, the doors of the elevator slid open. I was greeted by absolutely nothing. I laughed at the fact that I actually expected to be greeted by something. I stepped out into the empty hallway and unlocked the door. I heard Christmas music. I was so close to throwing something at the music player. It was beginning to piss me off. I saw Dad cooking in the kitchen.
"You're late." That was all I got.
"You're early. I get home this time everyday." I listened to the music. Ring-a-ling, Hear them sing. "Dad, I swear if you don't turn that music off, I will get your gun and shoot it."
He poked his head out of the kitchen and laughed. "Gosh, Scrooge!" He laughed. "I'll turn it off." He walked to the stereo and shut off the dreadful music. "Alex, why do you hate Christmas music?"
I just stared at him blankly. "Why do you think, Dad? Probably the same reason why we don't have a Christmas tree."
"Cuz we don't have money?" I knew that he was kidding, but it felt like a knife through my heart.
"No, cuz Mom died." I sighed and sat down. He walked over and massaged my shoulders. I rolled my neck into his hands as he relieved the tension. I closed my eyes.
"Al, what happened at school? You're not normally this tense." He pretty much massaged my shoulders when I looked like I had a crappy day, which was everyday. It was nice for me, because it really helped.
"All the guys were talking about how annoying their parents were; mostly their moms." I held my head in my hands. I really missed her, and I knew that Dad did too.
A week later, in the middle of the night, I packed my stuff together to leave. I quickly scrawled out a note for my dad. It read:
Dear Dad,
I'm sorry that I'm leaving. This is for the good, Dad, I promise. You've been struggling to keep us afloat. So let me make it easier on you, and leave. I love you, Dad. I don't want you to worry though. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, ever. It will make it easier. I don't want to go, but I need to. I'm sure the school will be calling as soon as it starts up. I told all the guys that you were transferring me to a boarding school. Just tell them that and there won't be anyone to contradict it.
Daddy, I love you sooooo much. Don't forget that.
Alex
I went into his room and set it on his bedside table. I bent down and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much, Dad. Good bye." I closed the door of the apartment and never looked back.
My name is Alexandra Gordon, and this is my story.
Wow, that was short. I'm sorry. Hopefully, the next one will be better. Review please.
Disclaimer: The only character I own is Alex. I also own anyone who you don't recognize. All of the characters that you do recognize belong to WB and DC Comics. I'm only doing this for fun and to show my appreciation for the movies. I'm not making any money off of this, which is sad because I need some. LOL So please don't sue me.