Chapter 1

"Think of this as a new start, Danny..." My mother said, as we drove into Gotham City.

"I had a good thing going in Metropolis..." I replied angrily back.

"Oh really? Your brother told me otherwise, he said... What did you say, Kameron?"

"I am staying out of this." Kam said, panicked.

"Well you're happy we are moving, right?"

"Yes, I have a better chance of being recruited by Gotham U." He replied to her question, then turning to me in the back seat, "Dan, why don't you try out for a sport? We're twins, maybe my skill would be shared with you? Like, twin telepathy or something?"

I smiled, and said, "Or maybe you took all the sporty talent?"

My mother smiled at this.

"I doubt it," she said happily, "your father was in VERY good shape."

Kam and I both looked at each other, eyes wide.

My mother never talked about my dad. Maybe this really was a new start.

Once we had gotten to our new apartment and unpacked, I went downstairs to check our mail. There were two packages for both Kam and me. They were from the Gotham School System. No doubt our school uniforms, and a few other supplies.

Kam was really good at football, so Gotham High had offered him a full scholarship to their school. I didn't even know private schools did that. Kam refused it at first, saying he wouldn't go without me. They replied to this refusal saying that they admired that, and would offer the both of us part of the tuition, meaning our whole little family would have to get jobs in Gotham. I didn't want to move from Metropolis, but Gotham High is one of the most prestigious high schools in the world, so my mother wouldn't let me refuse.

My mother got a job as some low-level secretary in the Wayne Incorporated building. This payed for the apartment, but she would have to work really bad hours in order to keep enough money for rent and necessities. She couldn't pay for any of the tuition though.

I headed towards the door that led toward the stairs. I had my hand around the handle when it burst open. I was knocked to the ground, and my packages went sprawling.

"Oh no! I am so sorry!" A girl cried out.

I rubbed my head, and tried to make the words come out, but they wouldn't.

"Here, let me help you." She said still panicked.

She picked up my packages and helped me up.

"Thanks... I-" I started to say, until I looked at her.

She had light brown hair, and brown eyes that sparkled ever so slightly. She had a thin nose, and high cheekbones. She was absolutely beautiful.

She giggled, and I blushed.

"Here are your packages, Da- Whatever your name is."

I blushed again then took them. "Daniel Wilson. You can call me Danny. Or Dan. Or just whatever you want. Thanks." I stammered out awkwardly.

"I'm Megan Morse." She said with a smile. He teeth were straight and a milky white. She handed me my packages. We stood there awkwardly for a minute.

"Well I'll see ya later, Danny." She said, smiling again.

"See ya..." I said very awkwardly.

She left the building, and I went upstairs.

When I got up there, Kam was waiting for me.

"Didja see Megan? She's going to Gotham High too. And she lived next to us. Just thought you might be interested..." He asked me, winking. I blushed, and jokingly flipped him off. He acted offended, and grabbed me in a headlock.

"Hey! Hands off! I have packages." I said to him.

He acted as though I had offended his honor when he let go, but I knew he was messing around.

"Is it our school stuff?" He asked as he let go.

"Nope, it's the money I won from Bruce Wayne." I said In a sarcastic manner.

"Again? What is that? The fifth time?" He asked, punching me in the shoulder softly. I handed him his package and we walked inside our apartment room.

"Oh, did the school supplies come?" My mother asked as we walked in. We both nodded, and Kam picked up a steak knife out of the drawer. He opened his box, and handed the knife in my direction. My mother scowled at him, and he opened my box instead of me.

Inside both boxes were our uniforms, our class schedules, and various forms of advertising, such as pens and pamphlets. I checked out my schedule.

I had Algebra 2 for first period, English 10 for second, P.E. for third, then lunch, then after I had (in this order) psychology, history, and health.

I compared classes with Kam, and we had history at the same time. He wasn't too interested in that though. He was more interested in telling our mother about Megan.

"So mom," he said, standing. He liked to make a big show out of it when he told something, "Did Dan tell you about his new 'friend?'"

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "No, but he probably didn't plan on telling me either. Please, Kam, do share."

He smiled. She was playing his game, and he always enjoyed that.

"So I actually met her in the hall just outside. She lives in the apartment across from us with her uncle." He started, playing it to be more dramatic than it is, "Right across from us. So anyway, she comes out, and I start talking to her. She tells me her name is Megan, and, like Dannyboy over here, is going to Gotham High tomorrow.

I was blushing by this time, my mother was laughing, and Kam was grinning like a madman.

"Look, you guys, I barely even know her..." I started to say.

"Ooh! I have an idea!" My mother said, "Why don't we invite her and her uncle over for dinner tonight?"

I blushed even more.

"Good idea mom!" Kam managed to get out through his laughs.

"Great! I'll head over to Mr. Jones' room right now and invite them."

"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked, still embarrassed.

My mother shook her head then went out the door.

Later that day, when we almost had dinner ready, we heard a knock at the door. I ran to answer it, but my mother got there first.

"Hello there, Mr. Jones!" She said with a smile, "Won't you come in?"

"I would be honored, Mrs. Samuels." He said as he and Megan came in.

"Oh no, it's Ms. Samuels. I wasn't ever married." She said, acting rather nonchalant. Megan looked at me and smiled, and Kam gave me a few nudges.

"My apologies, Ms. Samuels." Mr. Jones said.

"Oh it's fine! Actually, you can call me Linda."

"Very well. And you may call me John. This is my niece, Megan Morse. I believe she has already met both of your sons."

"Ah, yes, Megan! Danny has told me so much about you!" She said as though she were getting a kick out of this.

Both Megan and I blushed.

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Samuels..." She said, embarrassed.

"Oh, you can call me Linda as well, I don't mind. Dinner is almost ready, why don't you two go sit at the table and we will have it there in a little bit." My mother said, urging them into the dining room.

"She's super cute, Danny." My mother whispered to me as they went into the dining room.

We finished dinner quickly and brought it into the dining room.

We set the food on the circular table, and then sat down. My mother sat on the left side of Mr. Jones, Kam nearly ran to sit by her, leaving me only one place to sit. Right by Megan.

When I had sat down, Mr. Jones and she looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they were talking, but they weren't. Apparently, I'm the only one who noticed, because when I looked at my family, they were distracted by the food.

"I hope you two like Japanese food, because that's really all the fancy food I know how to cook." My mother said, breaking the ice.

"It will be acceptable." Mr. Jones replied politely.

"So where do you work, John?" My mother asked him.

"I am a policeman."

"Oh really? How is that? Crime rate's pretty high, I heard."

"It is fine. Actually, the crime rate has gone down, since the appearance of the Batman, 7 years ago."

"I though that Batman wasn't real." My brother chimed in.

"Oh, Kameron, the Batman is definitely real." Mr. Jones said with a smile. I was pretty interested in this conversation now, being interested in Batman. I have always been interested in these "Super heroes," as people called them, since the first appearance of Batman. And obviously, Batman was my favorite. He was just so mysterious. Unfortunately for me, however, this was the last of the Batman talk in this conversation. After dinner, we all went into the living room to talk some more. My mother, John Jones, and Kam all took the chairs, so I sat on the ground. Megan sat right next to me, and my brother gave me a wink. I tried not to blush, but I believe I turned a little pink. Megan and Mr. Jones once again looked at each other for a second with that same, conversation-type look. Then, Mr. Jones turned towards my family.

"Why don't we talk about sports?" He suggested, out of the blue.

"Sure! I love myself some football." Kam said, suddenly excited.

"Uncle John, why don't Danny and I look around the building? I am not all that interested in sports and I have a feeling Dan isn't either." Megan said to her uncle. I felt my blood get hot.

"Very well, just be back before 10, you both have school tomorrow." Mr. Jones said with a smile.

My mother gave him a questioning look, but didn't say anything.

"C'mon Danny! I'll show you my favorite place." Megan said to me, yanking me up with surprising strength.

She and I ran all the way up the stairs to the door that led to the roof. She tried to yank it open, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked.

"Sorry Megan, looks like it's locked. I'm sure there's other places you like to go." I said as I started to go down the stairs. Then, I heard the door swing open.

"It was just stuck, Danny." Megan said smiling. I felt my heart melt and my stomach go up my throat, "c'mon, let's go up!" She said, still grinning like crazy. Man, she was beautiful. She took my hand and we went up, out into the open air.

"Danny, you seem like a pretty cool guy." She said, once we were up.

"I... Um... I... Thanks." I stammered out.

"Am I moving too fast?!" She asked, suddenly panicked, "I'm so, so, SOO sorry! I just think you're great, and you're nice, and you seem funny and-"

I cut off her rambling by touching her face on the cheek. She looked into my eyes, and I looked into hers.

"You are moving a little fast." I said to her finally, "but that's ok. You were homeschooled. You didn't have a lot of friends, and didn't know how to talk to boys all too well. I get that. Just don't do what you watch on tv or whatever and just let your instincts take over. Just go with the flow."

She nodded for a long time, still staring into my eyes.

"How about I get to know you, and you get to know me?" I asked eventually.

"Ok, I will start." She said quietly. "I was born in a very distant place. I was sort of homeschooled, so you were sort of right about that, I didn't have a lot of friends. Where I come from, the boys are the ones who talk to you, not the other way around. I watched tv to get my experience with life. I guess it wasn't too great of experience. I love being here on Ea-being here in Gotham City though, it's so... Different."

"Well Megan, I'm glad I know you a little better." I said, smiling

"How did you know all that stuff about me? Like the homeschooling stuff?"

"Because I'm a mind reader!" I said in a flirty tone.

"Nuh uh!" She said, Rolling her eyes.

"You're right. I am just really good at figuring stuff out about people."

"That's really cool. So what about you? Who really is Daniel Samuels?"

We were lying on our backs looking up at the stars. I took her hand in mine.

"Daniel Wilson, actually. My dad's last name was Wilson, and that's all I pretty much know about him. He left when Kam and I were babies. My mother says that he didn't want to leave, but he had to. I'm not sure I believe that though."

"Oh... Well I'm sorry." She said, regrettably.

"No, you're fine. I don't even know him."

"Ok. So where did you move here from?"

"Metropolis. Both my brother and I got partial scholarships to Gotham High."

"Oh, that's cool. I got a scholarship because of my uncle. Apparently, Bruce Wayne owed him a favor, so he gave me a scholarship."

"Oh wow! Did you meet Bruce Wayne?"

"No. So did you have a girlfriend in Metropolis?"

"No. I didn't even have friends."

"Ah... No one wanted to be friends with someone who tried to kill himself?"

I stared at her in shock, letting go of her hand.

"How did you...?" I eventually managed to stammer out.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She cried out, "I didn't think that was a sensitive topic!"

"It's fine, but how did you know that?!" I asked, still in shock.

"Well, you weren't allowed to handle a knife at the dinner table, and your mother ALMOST didn't let you come up here with me. And your brother really wanted you to be happy. That's why he didn't try to get me to like him, even though he met me first, so he could've had 'dibs.'"

Silently, I laid back down on the ground. Megan did the same.

"I'm sorry..." She sadly said after a while.

I grabbed her hand again, and turned to look at her. She had tears in her eyes, and a sad expression on her face.

"Look, Megan, it really is a sensitive topic for me." I started saying, "But I don't think it matters anymore. I'm here with my family. I have a new school in a new town, with tons of opportunities to make friends. You are really pretty but there is more than just a pretty face behind those eyes. You've just proved that. You're going to go on and do something special with your life. I want that for you. But right now, especially right now, I want you in my own life right now. Whether it be as a friend or more."

Tears were running down the both of our faces now. She was no longer making eye contact. I wanted her to, but she didn't. So I kissed her on the cheek. It was really nothing special, but to her and me at that exact moment, it was the best thing in the world.

Smiling, she whispered, "Now look who's moving too fast."

I laughed, then stood up, helping her up afterward. We went back down the stairs, and said goodbye when we got to our rooms.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I asked her

"Definitely." She replied as she went through her doorway.