Hello! Back with another story! This one will be my main focus. It's not planned, I'm just putting ideas on paper. Sorry if events aren't in order. Hope you enjoy and review!
Kisses,
C
Chance had never really said much about her family. She had good reason. Her orphanage was on the outskirts of Gotham, isolated. No one really liked her. The other orphans mocked her for her ginger hair and called her weird and odd. So she spent her days gazing longingly out her bedroom window. The soaring skyscrapers, the bustling streets, all so close yet so far.
Chance went to Gotham high school. Of course, the bullying and teasing followed her to school. There was a certain girl called Tiffany rose, who always seemed to pick on her. "Hiya red head." Tiffany snorted, shoving past Chance in the hall. Chance said nothing. One day, she would snap that girl's neck. She sighed, 'If only' she thought.
One day, at school, Chance was getting her books from her locker. All of a sudden, it slammed shut in her face. Tiffany grinned back at her, "Hiya red head, getting your books?" She snatched them out of Chance's hands. Chance tried to grab them but it was too late. Tiffany ripped them up and let them fall to the floor. Chance clenched her fists and muttered very rude word. Tiffany's eyes flared and she slapped Chance so hard, her cheek bled. Everyone in the hall froze. Clutching her stinging cheek, Chance looked up at Tiffany. The bully smirked. Chance slowly got to her feet. "God you're as pathetic as your brother." Tiffany cracked. That was it. Something inside Chance snapped. She screamed and shoved Tiffany down the flight of stairs. Everyone stopped. Someone yelled. Crack. The sound of Tiffany's neck snap brought such pleasure to Chance's ears. She leaned over the railing and saw Tiffany's body surrounded by a pool of blood. There was an uproar. Student were screaming and stampeding out of doors, down the stairs, into classrooms.
Within a few minutes, Chance was alone, almost. She heard footsteps and turned. It was a boy. His raven hair was slicked back and his uniform impeccable. His face was hard to read. It was blank, which was quite odd since he had just witnessed a murder. Chance looked into his eyes. There was a flicker of fear. No not fear, recognition. But Chance had never talked to the boy, "Murder eh?" he said calmly, "Does it run in the family?" Chance froze. He held up a shiny, gold locket, with a V engraved in it. Chance choked up. Inside was a picture of a ravishing woman, Chance's mother. But there was another picture. A picture of a fiery haired boy with a dashing smile. Chance gulped. Bruce smiled back.
