A/N: Here's a new one, hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Sky High. Nor do I own any other people you might know, including those that may or may not be from a series about a certain dark knight. I do, however, own Seraphim. The person, not any choir of angels.
Chapter 1
First Day; Surprises
Boarding the bus, I knew how they would treat me. The looks they showed me were more than enough. They all looked at me like I was some… no, I'm not going to say it, or, rather, think it. They all looked at me like I was some weirdo, just like dear old Dad. Which, I suppose, I was. But I had enough of Mom in me to not let the… weirdo take over, like Dad did. At least, most times I did. Not that I ever spent too much one-on-one time with Dad. When I was born, both of my parents were too busy being villains to care, always scheming at ways to cause chaos.
I should probably tell you who I am. My name is Seraphim Quintzel, and my Dad's the Joker. Now, I know what you're saying. Or, at least, I know what you're thinking. Most people don't know of my existence. But, after today, that'll be changed forever. You see, today, I start the most dreaded four years of my life thus far, which in and of itself isn't something to sneeze at; High school.
As I said, I knew exactly how these people would treat me. But I also knew I wasn't going to let it worry me. People usually acted like that no matter where I went. I was dressed in an old outfit that I had found in the back of my closet. It seemed oddly reminiscent of my father, but I didn't care. These kiddies would probably have been forewarned against me, so I didn't expect to be making friends, not that I could if I really wanted to.
Anyways. I managed to find a seat by myself before the bus began to move. I waited for the ride to be over, humming an old show tune under my breath. The bus stopped again, and a couple of chicas got on, gibbering away between themselves. After what seemed like forever, restraints sprang out of the seats, holding us in place, and the bus flew off of the overpass. Not over, but it literally flew off of the overpass. A few people screamed. I giggled. Upon landing on the floating school, I waited for everyone else to leave the bus before departing myself. My purple coattails swished around my knees as I walked up the steps of the school, kiddies practically climbing into each other's pockets to get out of my way, and I did what I knew they were expecting. I laughed. Manically, crazily, insanely, however you wish to perceive it, that's how it was. Some blonde chica in white was calling for all of the freshman, so I walked over to her, back to humming that old show tune. She took us on a whirlwind tour of the school, which I didn't pay attention to, though I probably should have, all the while chattering cheerfully away, before dumping us in the gym for what she called 'Power Placement.'
The principal, a woman named Powers that bore a shocking resemblance to Wonder Woman, stood at a podium and talked at us before turning into a comet and flying off over our heads. Next some guy came out of the floor and loudly, as in more loudly than humanly possible, introduced himself as Coach 'Boomer.'
He began to test different students on their powers, sorting them all into two groups: Heroes and Sidekicks. Appearing unconcerned and again humming show tunes under my breath, I waited, half of my mind keeping an eye out for him to point at me, the other half going through some calming techniques.
He pointed at me what felt like forever later, though we hadn't even broke for lunch. I made my way, smiling, up the steps to the platform he was standing on, which had risen out of the floor with him.
"Name?" Boomer asked as I stood there next to him.
"Seraphim Quintzel," I said, ending my humming. It was quite obvious he already knew who I was.
"Show me your power," he said with a little trepidation.
"Yes Sir, Mr. Boss Man," I said cheekily, throwing in a sloppy salute for effect. I reached into one of my many inner coat pockets and pulled out a sharpened pencil. "Would you like to see me make this pencil disappear?"
Everyone in the room visibly flinched. I laughed, waving a hand over the pencil.
"We're all keen on your father's tricks, Quintzel," Boomer said.
"Keen on my father's tricks you may be, but you've never seen me!" I said gleefully. Still waving my hand over the pencil, it disappeared. Boomer blinked.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"I made the pencil disappear," I said, waving my hand over the empty space in my other hand. The pencil reappeared there.
"So you can make stuff invisible?" he asked.
"No," I said, keeping my frustration with the Neanderthal at a minimal. "I made it disappear." I concentrated hard on his clipboard, pointed at it, and suddenly it was gone. He looked around for it for a moment before looking back at me.
"Can I have my clipboard back?" he asked.
I winked, surreptitiously pointing a finger at him, and it appeared under his foot.
"Car," he said after bending to pick up the clipboard, pushing a button on the remote in his other hand. A car dropped down from over my head, and I waved my hands above my head, from directly above me to over to the side. For all intents and purposes, the car disappeared. "Hero."
I grinned before flouncing off the platform back to the waiting masses. Well, okay. So they were waiting to see where I went so that they could dive out of the way. Same basic principle. They were still waiting. I snapped my fingers over my head, and the car appeared again, right in the middle of the platform.
The bell finally rang and I skipped off to the cafeteria, still without anyone getting in a ten foot radius of me. I loved the solitude, and met it with a skip in my step and a grin in my face. Which, if anything, made the invisible radius between me and everyone else larger. The cafeteria, like many a cliché teen movie, was packed. Again, not that it mattered. I flounced over to a table full of chicas and sat, pulling a brown paper bag out of one of my coat's inner pockets. The table was empty by the time I looked up. Shrugging, I dug into the bag, to see what Mumsie dearest had packed up for me. Oh, how fantastic. A bologna sandwich and a juice box. How original, Mom.
I ate my lunch in silence, partaking in one of my favorite pass-times. People-watching.
I saw a couple of geeks making out, a few groups laughing, and more than a few curious people just staring at me. I grinned when I found the watching eyes, and they uneasily looked away. I saw the blonde chica that had led us freshman through the school earlier cuddled up to the classic bad boy, complete with black leather jacket, looking rather out of place at a table full of rather preppy looking people.
Next to Blondie and Baddie was a dark-haired punk-goth chick who was holding hands under the table with the tall, brightly 'gangsta' stylized boy next to her. Across from them, a glasses-sporting black kid in orange was talking animatedly, brandishing his fork like a sword. Everyone else at the table was paying attention to him. Next to him was a redheaded hippie chick and an all-American boy. They seemed to be the most diverse group in the whole cafeteria, and they all started laughing when the black boy finished his narration.
The bell rang just as I finished my lunch, so I flounced back to the gym to watch the rest of Power Placement. One guy turned into a lion, getting hero, and another turned into an ant, getting sidekick. One girl sprouted wings out of her back and got hero, and another read Boomer's mind, also making hero. Eventually, after quite a few more, the final bell rang and we all headed out to the buses. I was quiet the whole ride home, and trudged slowly up the front walk to the small, one story house I lived in with my mother. Since she was still on her way home from work, there were no cars in the driveway. I unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen, receiving the shock of my life, which, again, was nothing to sneeze at.
There, sitting at the kitchen table, playing mumblety-peg with a butcher's knife, was one of Gotham's biggest criminals. He also happened to be my father.